Finding fresh ways to write timeless truth.
Another week has flown by—the last one before summer officially arrives. Taking time, this morning, to look back and be thankful for small, simple things with Friday’s Fave Five. Watering flowers. Every morning, I fill watering can after watering can with water in the sink in the laundry room, and go outside to water pots
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,
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
It’s going to be another discombobulated week. Our girls left for home late yesterday morning, and today is another Tuesday that feels like Monday. I’m covered in mosquito bites as a result of girl’s hot tub time on Sunday evening, and sporting an impressive purple bruise the size of a large grapefruit that remains a
It’s been a good week. An up-and-down one, but one rich with good things. Grandchildren. At the top of the list is an afternoon spent with two of our grandchildren. They live in another province and we haven’t seen them since before the pandemic was declared. We enjoyed a good, good, long overdue visit. Lattice. Over
We think about taking the dogs for a walk in the sunshine after lunch but the wind kicks up again. Instead, we leave the pups at home and go for a drive. We stop by the community garden for the first time this year and see nothing reaching through the straw covered area where we
There’s a lot of loud distracting and drowning out. But I’m convinced by wisdom clothed in stillness. The kind of truth found hiding in plain sight in ordinary things and extraordinary moments. A word in season. Eye contact. The scrape of a paring knife on a potato. A pile of peels. A man standing at a
Once upon a time, not so very long ago (though it seems like a lifetime has passed), it was a simple thing to drive down the hill from the neighbourhood where we live, turn into the strip mall, pick up a few sundries from the pharmacy, and stop in at the grocery store for a couple
That I am optimistic enough to attempt to pull together a post for Friday’s Fave Five this week is a statement in and of itself about the lifting of the metaphoric fog I’ve stumbled around in for months. As Martha would say, “It’s a good thing.” So here we go. A pedi. For years, going
For a time I watched the moon. Rising, as is my practice, in the wee hours, I stood at the window on a succession of days when the night sky was clear, and grounded myself in its movement and crescent shape that was thinner every day. The cacophony of the world at large, silent. The
It’s been one of those weeks where the days all run together. New restrictions mean Gerry is at home unable to hike with his buddies and that’s hard for him. Me, I’m used to staying at home—it’s kind of my super power. But we’ve been intentional about going out for a short while every day