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
An afternoon with no commitments and Gerry and I head off to explore. With coffee in hand, I direct the way to where we’re going and, later, my adventuresome husband takes us down dusty prairie roads we think will lead us eventually back to Moose Jaw. (They do. Eventually.) It’s a lovely afternoon, just the two
It’s early Friday morning. The smoke we were under has dissipated and the sky is clear; we’re in for a great day. Makiya doesn’t have school today and it feels a bit like Saturday. Funny how one small change in routine creates such ripples. I’m tired. Bone weary tired. I feel it in my body
Sharing this piece I wrote for my writing group. 🙂 We’re given a visual prompt: a pair of well-worn shoes on the bottom of a shoe rack at a fitness studio that have been there for the past month. My guess is they were left by someone who came for a class in mid to
Well, not really. I've been thinking about water conservation lately. It's natural, I suppose, now that we're paying for utilities (as opposed to having them included in our strata fees in B.C.), and water is expensive in Saskatchewan. This is a farming province and rain is precious; it seems wrong to waste. Especially, given the
Gerry slips out early, and brings back coffee and breakfast sandwiches which we enjoy while planning the day. I propose a trip to a small vendor and garden show (which ultimately takes us farther down the road to a pottery sale). He is eager to get back to installing our rain barrel but agrees to
Yesterday, as I was looking through a bin of old photos for pictures of my mom, I came across some taken of my cousins here in Moose Jaw a lifetime ago. These two are the only cousins I have real childhood memories of; we lost touch, for the most part, after my family left Saskatchewan.
It's cooler today, and cloudy, or maybe it's fog. No matter. This too shall pass. I've already fallen behind in weeding the beds on the perimeter of our yard and those lining our front driveway. Gerry took a pass a few days ago. They need more work. I confess I care more about vegetable gardening