I’ve been busy at my desk in the woman cave this morning getting things done in preparation for a few days spent mostly offline. I’ve got a couple of balls in the air and want to clear the slate as much as possible because we’re heading toward Edmonton tomorrow to get our puppy. This time…
Returning to Moose Jaw was and is about reconnection—to the land, the family left behind when my parents moved us to B.C., and the family I didn’t know I had until I reunited with my birth family many years later. It’s about nourishing roots and encouraging new growth. It’s about remembering and learning—unlearning, too. For…
At some point, the way some people visit family starts to look different. I was young—in my twenties—when my parents died within 18 months of each other and the shift started for me. Not everyone gets it, but visiting the grave of someone who was once part of my life (or history, in the case…
Since we’re past the 15th, we’re now officially in late-August. I feel it. Gerry commented this week that he feels it too. Change is in the air. For now, lest I get too far ahead of my pumpkin-spice-latte-craving self, let’s look back at things I’m thankful for this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post….
One week from today, Gerry and I are traveling to the Edmonton, Alberta area to get a Yorkie puppy (this is a photo taken a couple of days ago with mama with her four babies). It’s been a difficult few months, starting with losing our tiny special needs Yorkie, Murphy, in late December and saying…
It’s Monday. Mid-August. My backyard garden has peaked—at least that’s how I view it. I’ve pulled out two beds of green bean plants and am waiting and watching for the last one to flower and produce. It might have been pulling out those spent plants and not replacing them with anything that caused a shift…