Tag: afternoon
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The Gift of Ordinary Along a Broken Road
The snow showed up—later than anticipated, but it’s here. I just stepped outside to capture a couple of images that, in a small way, depict what it’s like out there. What they don’t capture is the silence, broken only by the sound of a neighbour’s snowblower. Someone getting ahead of the white while it’s still…
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The Situation On a Snowy Sunday Afternoon
It’s early Sunday afternoon as I write this and it’s been snowing since early yesterday. We’re hunkered down at home and it’s been a delightful opportunity to get lost in a book. I just finished one and am pondering what to dive into next. I’ve been binging on psychological thrillers (this author in particular) for…
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The Situation On a Snowy Sunday Afternoon
It’s early Sunday afternoon as I write this and it’s been snowing since early yesterday. We’re hunkered down at home and it’s been a delightful opportunity to get lost in a book. I just finished one and am pondering what to dive into next. I’ve been binging on psychological thrillers (this author in particular) for…
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On the Cusp of Change
It’s mid-October. Trees, recently adorned in all their fall splendor, are starting to look bare. There are more crispy leaves on the ground than there are on the trees. Amidst all the fall and Halloween decorations in yards people are putting up Christmas lights. They’re already up on Main Street. To those of who hail…
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Friday’s Fave Five – September 8
After tapping out a newsy post here yesterday, I wonder if I’ll have anything to say for Friday’s Fave Five. It’s a challenge to look for little moments that spark joy and gratitude sometimes. I am sitting here with a freshly brewed mug of tea (Mother’s Little Helper from David’s Tea), Steve Bell playing on…
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Friday’s Fave Five – September 1, 2023
Someone asked me yesterday if I was doing anything special for the long weekend. Long weekend? I suppose there is one coming up—and one that marks a return to routine that even us older folks still feel and appreciate. But one of the great gifts of retirement is that the only thing long weekends mean…
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Seasons of Change
I’m tired. I’ll just start off with that because that’s my overriding feeling right now. I’m thankful that Miss Molly slept well from the first night we brought her home—no issues there at all. A lack of sleep is not the reason I’m tired. It’s the constant go, go, go that having a puppy requires.…
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Black and White
It’s gray. Clouds this time, not smoke, but the effect is similar. There’s a slight chance of rain tonight and tomorrow. It’s dry here in Saskatchewan and we could really use the rain. I fear whatever falls won’t be nearly enough, though. Gerry and I are just back from a walk in the Wakamow Valley,…
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Where Has the Week Gone?
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…
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Wakamow
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…
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Gifts
One afternoon this week, feeling melancholy and missing Maya, Gerry and I went to the Wakamow Valley and walked to the place where, once upon a time in my childhood, there was a wild animal park. I’ve wanted to find that spot since last summer when we visited Moose Jaw and made the decision to…
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Do You Want To Go To The Spa?
It’s raining. Not so much cats and dogs as deer and antelope. Real rain. Prairie rain. The overflow on our rain barrel pours into a row of lilacs. My little garden beds drink it in. There are unconfirmed reports of the first tornado of the season south of us and pictures of funnel clouds posted…