After morning watering, I harvested the first of many Sugar Plum tomatoes from the garden and plucked the first cucumber from the vine. I had already picked a bowl of green beans and tucked them in the fridge. After tomorrow’s picking, I’ll snap, blanch, and tuck them away in the freezer for winter. Our upright…
Still coming down from the high that the Saskatchewan Festival of Words was last week and more than a little surprised and grateful that little ol’ Moose Jaw is home to this event. I’m inspired as a reader, writer, and person by the sessions I attended and chewing on next steps (apart from diving into…
It’s been another week full of experiences and it’s about to get better. But it’s also been a week of melancholy—I saw it coming—so I’m gentle with myself. Walks in the beautiful Wakamow Valley provide healing balm. We traveled to Regina and immersed ourselves in the Beyond Van Gogh experience with friends, enjoyed lunch at…
It’s Saturday afternoon, and we’re just back from walking in the Wakamow Valley. Gerry was there earlier on an inaugural wander with a few folks on what he hopes is the start of a Moose Jaw hiking club (Who saw that one coming?). Moose Jaw is holding its annual Sidewalk Days event, which translates into…
June, the last week especially, went by in a whirlwind. Our daughter flew in to attend our granddaughter’s Grade 8 farewell celebration and, the next day, they both boarded a plane and headed home to Kamloops. With no Yorkies in residence at the moment and a granddaughter gone home with her mama, Gerry and I…
We walk trails—both new and familiar—wandering in mostly silence, being present in this place. It is hot and I wish I had brought my water bottle stead of leaving it in the car. We stop to rest on a weathered wooden bench—or rather, I do. He could walk for hours without feeling winded, but makes…