I’ve just been out puttering in the garden. It’s a holy place. Truly. This morning, I harvested dill, tucking it away in the freezer for when I want to make borscht; and parsley for soups when the weather turns. I planted another couple of rows of radishes, and just puttered. Pulling the odd weed, dead-heading…
The rain has (finally) given way to blue skies and sunshine. I’m not begrudging our run of wet weather but was starting to feel as if we were living in western Washington again instead of sunny Saskatchewan. We really needed the rain but I’m ready to move on and enjoy a good long season of…
It’s early Friday morning. The smoke we were under has dissipated and the sky is clear; we’re in for a great day. Makiya doesn’t have school today and it feels a bit like Saturday. Funny how one small change in routine creates such ripples. I’m tired. Bone weary tired. I feel it in my body…
Gerry slips out early, and brings back coffee and breakfast sandwiches which we enjoy while planning the day. I propose a trip to a small vendor and garden show (which ultimately takes us farther down the road to a pottery sale). He is eager to get back to installing our rain barrel but agrees to…