I fill one more yellow bowl with ripe tomatoes (you know, one of those big old Tupperware ones that everyone has). I’ve roasted batch after batch with garlic and aromatic herbs, tucking them away in the upright freezer downstairs. It’s satisfyingly full for this time of year, with beets, borscht, carrots, beans and tomatoes in…
We are driving along a dirt road somewhere north of the small Saskatchewan city we call home. Farmers are working hard; the harvest is in full swing. There is something intrinsically satisfying about harvest time, whether it’s from our backyard garden or fields of grains, oilseeds, and pulses being brought in. Something like “we have…
Here in Saskatchewan, farmers are busy in the fields bringing in the harvest. I’m not a farmer, but there’s still something so satisfying about seeing combines in the field. In our own backyard, I’ve picked the last of the green beans, zucchini, and cucumbers. Tomatoes are still going strong, but I’m keeping an eye on…
On a late summer Sunday morning, when there’s a distinct something (I dare not call it a chill, though that’s what it is) in the air, I’m out in the garden, mug of coffee in hand, peering at spent pansy blossoms, looking for seed pods that are dry enough to harvest. I want to grow pansies in…
This morning, it was the moon, so bright just above the thick-with-evergreens hill to the south. It seemed as though, if I were standing on top of that hill, I would be able to reach up and touch it. An involuntary “oh!” escaped from between my lips when I saw it. I have grown accustomed…
“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.” Georgia O’Keefe It wasn’t my intention to step away from this space for most of the summer, but as time went by, more and more, it seemed the right thing for me. Twice I opened my MacBook, thinking I’d tap out…