Category: Life
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The Growing Season
I pick the few remaining pea pods and pull the yellowing vines. Is it my imagination, or was the yield much less than past years? I stop telling myself that the sorry looking green bean plants will produce anything and pull every sad looking plant from the bed, leaving it looking sad and barren. Two…
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This, I Believe
Something that came across one of my socials this afternoon that made me cry. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten emotional in light of a current event and it won’t be the last. I’m no longer shocked or outraged by things in this world—nothing surprises me anymore. Mostly, I’m grieved and left wondering how…
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It’s Good to Be Home
I flew to Kamloops with Makiya on Wednesday, bringing her summer visit with us to an end. We both remarked on how quickly the time had passed. She reminded me that we can have lunch together regularly, thanks to the plan we put into play a few years ago where we both get lunch and…
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Sunday Morning
It’s Sunday morning about 11:00. Ordinarily, we’d be in church. It’s been a busy weekend for both Gerry and me, and we’re playing hooky this morning. Soon, we’ll get in the car and drive approximately 71 km / 44 miles to Regina where one of our granddaughters is playing lacrosse. Gerry’s driven back and forth…
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Lord, Have Mercy
Gerry and I are watching the second season of Alone Australia. We’re binge watching, staying up later than usual as our granddaughter is at the local weekend youth centre and we (read: Gerry) are tasked with picking her up when it’s time for her to come home. I pause the episode when Gerry gets a…
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Saturday Morning
I am sitting in the shade of our backyard gazebo, having just watered my gardens and pulled a few weeds. The temperature is a reasonable 27C / 81F respite after a week of heat that kept me mostly inside my air-conditioned home (we hit 40C / 104F one afternoon). Gerry is just home from a…
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A Whole Lot of Too Much
I mentioned last time that we traveled to British Columbia to visit our daughter and bring our granddaughter back to Saskatchewan with us for her summer visit. It’s a long way to travel: 1305 km / 811 miles. About 14 hours in total. We overnighted in a hotel part way there, but made it all…
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Lessons From the Garden
It’s 10 a.m. on July 12. I’m just in from watering the garden—the garden I despaired of every producing much given the cool, wet spring and early summer. We were away from home for a few days and such was my lack of faith in my garden, that I wasn’t in the least concerned that…
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Some Things I’m Grateful For Right Now
It’s hockey night in Canada. Well, in the U.S. too, as the Stanley Cup final game between the Edmonton Oilers and Florida Panthers is playing on the big screen. Ordinarily, I’m not all that much of a hockey fan, but . . . So, for the moment at least, I find myself here on the…
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The Times, They Are A’Changing
One morning, while enjoying our first cup of coffee, Gerry and I talk about fruit. If we were still living in British Columbia, we’d be eating our way through flats of fresh strawberries by now, tucking some away in the freezer while eagerly awaiting raspberries and blueberries (my favourite!). I’d be thinking about pulling out…
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Small Beneath the Sky
Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir is the name of a book written by Saskatchewan author, Lorna Crozier. It has a home on my bookshelf. I recommend it. How can one feel anything but small when standing beneath the endless Saskatchewan sky? It is where I feel most at home. It’s where I breathe…
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A Cosy June
I wake in the morning thinking about things I want to accomplish in the coming day, hoping the list is on the shorter side. By design, it usually is. This morning: a couple of emails to tend to, share the draft newsletter for InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship with the executive, put a pot of chicken…