View

  We live on a ridge with an unobstructed view across the valley to the hills on the other side. That view is the first thing I set my eyes upon every morning. Sometimes I get lost in it. From where I sit, sipping soy milky frothy coffee in the comfort of our sleigh bed, I

The Heat is On

It’s hot—almost, but not quite, Kamloops summer hot. The temperature gauge in the car reads 34 Celsius (that’s 93 Fahrenheit) when I’m on the way home. I put the groceries away and water my flowers, then gather a book and my glasses and head out to the deck. A bear in the yard shakes things

Watering

I’m standing outside in the backyard watering the herb garden with a spray nozzle on the hose. I know. It’s not the most effective way of watering. Master gardeners advise drip irrigation, and my husband touts the benefit of a gentle sprinkler, but I prefer the meditative gift of standing with a hose. Watering and

‘Tude

I accompany Gerry to an appointment where the practitioner is personable and good-natured, and she appears to love her work. Her manner is one of the brightest points of my day. In contrast, the flag people on the road they’re tearing up for the second time in as many years are a surly, cranky crew.

The Wisdom of Chess

It’s become a daily thing—sometimes more than once a day. I haven’t come close to mastering it, and I lose most of the time, but playing chess is a great way to keep our aging brain cells limber. It’s strategic, quiet, and, in my case, a mountain to be conquered. I start the game with a

Magazines

I recognize the masthead of a magazine in a tousled pile on the table next to my seat in the waiting room. It’s a publication I subscribed to for the better part of my adult life. I pick it up, surprised at the thinness of it. Once, every month I looked forward to settling in and