These Are Good Days

These are good days. Different, but good. We are adjusting to new routines that come from having our granddaughter, Makiya, with us and the changes have brought gifts. Just now, I'm sitting in a quiet house (well, except for our Yorkie, Maya, who has spotted someone walking outside and is letting me know about it).

The Richest Moment

I baked bread yesterday, and served it fresh from the oven with homemade soup. ”This is one of my favourite suppers,” Gerry said. ”Mine too,” responded Makiya, munching on another piece of bread she snitched from my plate after asking with a cheeky grin if I was going to eat it. That was the richest

Just A Quiet Moment

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

The Gift of a Blustery Day

It’s a blustery morning. I have things to do in the garden but likely won’t do them today. It’s more likely I’ll catch up on a handful of administrative items in the woman cave, then settle in with a book, the dogs, and another cup of coffee. Maybe I’ll put a few pieces in the

A Certain Cadence

Outside my kitchen window, the surprise brightness of a crescent moon high in the east gives me pause in my morning coffee making routine, and I whisper an involuntary “oh!”. Later, with my hands wrapped around a warm mug, I stand at the living room window and look to the east to see what kind

In the Shade of a Tree

I carve out time to sit in the park in the shade of a magnificent tree, and look up. I find peace in the strong trunk and branches, in leaves, still in the heat of the afternoon, and the sun’s rays barely peeking through. I watch a man wearing a red shirt climb out of

It’s a Good Life

I have three large flower pots near the front door with dark purple, black, and white petunias and potato vine; two in the back yard and one on the deck with geraniums and pansies; a hanging basket filled with a variety of multi-coloured blooms on the upper deck; two rectangular planters with sweet peas already

A Quiet Day

We prepare for another day without electricity. Gerry backs the cars out of the garage (the automatic garage door won’t open with no power), I think about what to take out of the refrigerator so we won’t have to open it while it’s off, fill water bottles (yeah, I know we could drink tap water,

Powerless, Part Two

The heat mat and lights are tucked away for another year. There are no more plants left in my laundry room. No more toting them outside in the morning and bringing them in at night. Everything’s planted and gardening season is in full swing. We’re anticipating  a hot, summer- like weekend (woo hoo!), the second one without

Friday Musings

Good morning. It’s Friday. I could do a Friday’s Fave Five post and give you a list of highlights from the week. I could do a Five Minute Friday post, writing for five minutes to a prompt (this week it’s middle). Or I could just write and see where the words take me. I choose