Random Morning Thoughts

It’s that magical time of year when every day I see new growth in the garden.

We’re eating beautiful and delicious lettuce now. I’m going to pull the rest of the spinach before it bolts and use some of it in a lasagne. I thinned the carrots, and am doing the same with the Hakurei turnips, using the small orbs in salads.

I picked half a row of beautiful English Breakfast Radishes from the backyard garden yesterday and used some in a salad. Laurinda and I talked about roasting radishes. She tried it for supper last night, deemed them delicious, so I’m going to do the same tonight.

My garden mojo hasn’t been what it usually is so far this year; a residual melancholy lingers after the long, dark winter. I expect some good old fashioned Kamloops summertime heat will do wonders for all of that when it finally shows up to stay for a while. Summers are what they used to be around here. Nothing is, really, is it?

So I look for wonder in different places and in different forms and, sure as anything, it’s there if I pay attention. I remind myself of that when things feel heavy.

Today I’m looking forward to a pedi, watering the gardens, and harvesting the spinach—gingerly, so as not to ruin the pretty toes. 🙂 There’s leftover casserole for supper, and I’ll served it with roasted radishes.

At this moment there’s an annoying and irregular tapping sound outside. I think it’s dripping in the downspout, maybe from last night’s rain?

The sky is blue and the sun is shining and earlier I saw the prettiest soft haze in the valley.

Murphy is sleeping on my lap and I’m thinking of moving him so I can get a second cup of coffee. Gerry and Maya are still sleeping. The house is silent and still—apart from that distracting tapping sound.

My mind is occupied with coming up with a prompt for my writing group. I think I’ve landed on something, now I just need to come up with words to frame it for the group. I’m thinking ahead to the story I might write for the prompt. It’s something big and I’ve never written nor spoken about it before. I’m not sure I’ll have the courage.

And so, another day begins unwinding as it will. My thoughts are somewhat scattered (as you can tell by this post!), that tapping continues, and now I’m getting up to get another cup of coffee.


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.

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