It’s been a busy week. Gerry has worked hard to put down mulch in our front perennial beds, which involved sorting weed from plant and disposing of the former first. The beds look great. I’ll share photos after more than just columbine is in bloom. The backyard is ready for serious work we’re planning to…
My body is protesting this morning after a busy day outside yesterday helping Gerry put down mulch. I was doing okay until, embarrassingly, I took a bathroom break and twisted my back in the process. Crikey. Anyway, it’s done and it looks great and we’re ready to move on with the next step of removing…
I’m sitting in the wing chair in my office looking west at a dark, broody sky. (This photo does not reflect that, obviously. I captured this image the other evening. I love it.) There’s a possibility of a thunderstorm according to the forecast. One thing we’ve learned about Saskatchewan is that the weather can change…
We sit in the sanctuary of the beautiful old St. Andrews church (originally built in 1912, rebuilt in the early 1960s after a devastating fire) where my parents were married 75 years ago. We’re here for a sold out spring performance by the Moose Jaw Community Choir. I imagine my parents standing at the front…
I meant to write here earlier today. I really did. But then I got sidetracked by a new project, making soup, baking bread, taking the dog out, pulling a few weeds, inspecting my garden, making a cup of coffee (the caffeine in which really hit me hard), trying to read, playing chess, tended to a…
I’m tired. Bone-weary tired. Have I mentioned that lately? Smoke from wildfires has blown in, ushering in gray days that do little to help my weariness. It’s either time to push through or give in. The jury’s still out. We ordered pizza for supper last evening. We had a free one thanks to rewards at…