Monday, May 1, 2017

“The world’s favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May.”

~ Edwin Way Teale

I’m extending the oh-so-brief lilac season by photographing the flowers as they form and I’m finding them just as beautiful in the pre-blooming period as they will be later. A heightened appreciation for the simple beauty everywhere is one of the great gifts of photography.

The forecast is for a showery day–perfect for catching up on a few things in the woman cave and sending some images to the photo lab. I need to run down to the lab to pick up a canvas I had printed for our den too.

We’re organizing things to put in the giant community yard sale coming up this weekend. People come from out-of-town for this annual event. It’s crazy. I’m not looking forward to it at all–the organizing or the sale itself.

Gerry’s the driver behind this effort and I’m the reluctant passenger. Still, it will feel good to get rid of some things we’ve accumulated over the years that are no longer needed. Short term pain, long term gain.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Lilacs. I just love them in all their stages. When I moved recently, I decided against a yard sale, and gave some things away (mostly to a woman who is still rebuilding after the flood) and I gave many of my books to the local hospital library. Feels good to clean out.

    1. Felt good to give things away too, I bet. I donated a schwack of books to the library before we moved back to Canada.

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