The January melt continues. Our cars are dirty and our garages are mucky; roads are slushy and our shoes are wet. We're on the downward slope toward spring and, while it's entirely possible we're in for another dump or two of snow, I'm choosing to believe the worst of winter is behind us. I even
It's Wednesday and it's raining. Yes, raining. The deep freeze of a couple of weeks ago has passed and we're facing a string of rainy days. The good news is that it's mild outside. The not-so-good news is that it's also a slushy mess. Nonetheless, it's a relief after the cold. One of our eaves
I sit in my car in the parking lot of my favourite city park, waiting for a text from my dog groomer letting me know I can pick up the pups. It’s a gray day. Cold, but not frigid. Snowy. It’s the first time I’ve been out of the house in days and I’m struck
I debated about whether to even attempt a Friday's Fave Five post today. It's been a difficult week for British Columbia due to mudslides and floods, and for all of us everywhere because that's just the way it is right now. I feel the burden and in some respects, it seems frivolous—and perhaps even insensitive—to
Gerry and I grab our cameras and head to a park. He's been taking classes and wants to put some of what he's learned about landscape photography and camera settings into practice. I grab my favourite 60mm macro lens and trust I'll find something interesting a little closer to shoot. He crouches down by the
I finally tended to the carrots we harvested from our backyard garden many weeks ago. They've been resting on the back deck waiting for me to get a burst of energy and turn my attention to them. This morning I brought them in, washed, and chopped some for soup and others for munching, and the
It's one of our favourite things: an afternoon drive in the country, me with coffee in hand and the littlest Yorkie asleep in my arms, and Gerry at the wheel. We haven't done it for ages. We missed the spectacular colours of fall, and it's mostly stick season now, but there's beauty out there in
We spend a beautiful afternoon together at the Adams River salmon run. Every school kid in Kamloops visits the salmon run and learns about the incredible life cycle of salmon. The first time I took Laurinda, she was ten days old and tucked in a Snugli on my chest. For Makiya, this is something new.
A long and lovely drive along country roads refreshes. Leaves are just barely hinting they’re soon to don their autumn cloaks. We drive past farms and fields and imagine how peaceful it would be to live out here. Gerry reminisces about driving this road with his dad when he first got his learner driver’s license.
After a busy morning out and about that included a trip to Costco because I wanted to get some pretty fall mums (of course, we came away with more than two pots of flowers), we settle in at home. Gerry heads downstairs to check his hiking schedule and make plans, Makiya reaches for my MacBook
Suddenly, I am alone. The girls are behind searching for rocks along the river, and Gerry is resting with his eyes closed at the car. I am struck by the silence and the peace of this place and stop to breathe prayer. For a moment, all that is, is here and now. I hold a stone