Today, we are saying goodbye to our 15 1/2 year old Yorkie, Maya. I’ve always considered this sweet girl a kindred; she’s shy, with a need for quiet and solitude. When she was younger, if the house was noisy, she’d head upstairs or into another room to be alone. I wonder if the measure of…
We’re awaiting the delivery of a lot of pea gravel. Some number of yards, Gerry tells me. It doesn’t compute in my brain, but I know it’s going to be a lot, so we’ll stick with that. Right now, he’s in the garage assembling a second wheelbarrow he picked up this morning at Canadian Tire…
The lure of busyness is a strong one. I didn’t know it could be so humid in Saskatchewan. Yorkies. Puppies. Older dogs. Why has Trinity Sunday not been on my radar before now? Raised bed gardens. Will there still be time to grow what I want to when we get the new ones in? Roll…
It’s raining. Not so much cats and dogs as deer and antelope. Real rain. Prairie rain. The overflow on our rain barrel pours into a row of lilacs. My little garden beds drink it in. There are unconfirmed reports of the first tornado of the season south of us and pictures of funnel clouds posted…
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…