I am sitting at the desk in my office. It faces the window and I see Gerry going back and forth from the garage to the backyard where he is fixing the gate leading from our backyard to the alley. I love that we have a back alley. We had one when I was a…
Life is moving along at a comfortable and balanced pace, you’re getting things done while taking time to be present, grateful and graced with a tank sufficiently full so there’s enough to pour out, and then—boom!—an unexpected something causes you to lose your footing. I’m feeling that way these days having said goodbye to a sweet…
One afternoon this week, feeling melancholy and missing Maya, Gerry and I went to the Wakamow Valley and walked to the place where, once upon a time in my childhood, there was a wild animal park. I’ve wanted to find that spot since last summer when we visited Moose Jaw and made the decision to…
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…