Ode to AC

I cut scapes from the garlic in my community garden plot yesterday and, along with fresh cut basil, made pesto. I flash freeze it in dollops and toss the frozen nuggets in a ziplock bag for future use. This year I decided to try a new recipe for pesto pizza too. We’re at the start of

Summer Days

  It’s the first day of summer and it’s going to be a warm one. The forecast for the rest of the month is hot. Kamloops summer hot, peaking at 39C / 102F later this week. I love it—and I’m exceedingly grateful for air conditioning. Gardening will happen in the morning while it’s still cool

The Gift of a Writing Group

We’re gathering for our first  writing group Zoom meeting this morning (we met once before to introduce ourselves and set group norms). I’m excited to hear the stories women have written for the prompt, PLACE. Writing group is a wonderful sanctuary where stories are shared and listened to, friendships are formed, and we find a

Friday’s Fave Five – June 18

Another week has flown by—the last one before summer officially arrives. Taking time, this morning, to look back and be thankful for small, simple things with Friday’s Fave Five. Watering flowers. Every morning, I fill watering can after watering can with water in the sink in the laundry room, and go outside to water pots

Flowers on the Table

I started keeping fresh flowers on the table last March when we started experiencing life through a COVID filter. Daffodils, tulips, roses, lilies, lilacs, peonies, lavender and many more that I don’t know the name of have taken a place of honour in the middle of the table. The varieties and colours change with the

I’m Listening

My thoughts these days center around the horrors of residential schools, and my country’s attempt to eradicate the culture of its indigenous people. The ripple effects of atrocities committed go wide and deep. Generations of trauma manifest in ways no financial restitution, government or religious institution apology can touch. I don’t know enough to say

Gray and magical. It’s possible.

I stand at the  living room window, while my coffee brews and my soy milk heats, downcast at the gray. I’m hungry for sunshine and heat. Resigned to another cloudy day, I wander into the den. (Or, snug, as I’ve started thinking of it. Gerry and I have been watching Escape to the Country, a British

Teachers and Practice

I came across this photo I captured eight years ago of the bridge at Snoqualmie Falls in WA. I was just starting on my photography journey, and Gerry and I were taking classes at the Green River Community College. I don’t mind telling you I struggled in these classes—well, not so much in the classes

Painting and Pondering

I finally get some time to play with paint and create a first wash for the latest project. Today, I’ll introduce the main subjects into the work. Depending on how it turns out, I might go a step farther and craft something for our home. Either way, it feels good to let creativity flow. My

Conflicting Priorities

I’m behind by a couple of tutorials in the Jean Haines Watercolour School I signed up for. They’re interesting, and I’m chomping at the bit to dig in. I need to stake my tomatoes and tend to a handful of other things at the community garden. My desk is a mess. There are Story Circle Network