Transported

I spend a silent and solitary day at home: writing, reading, potting flowers, staking tomatoes, and watering plants. But it is that moment when I’m standing barefoot on the grass in the backyard watering the tea garden and breathing in the gentle scent of lilacs that is, perhaps, the sweetest. I drop the hose, walk

A Little Late

It’s here. The spring weather I’ve longed for has arrived like a somewhat-late symphony. It’s settling in, tuning instruments, and preparing to show us something magnificent. I spend an afternoon with my hands in the dirt—the heady aroma, intoxicating, as I top up pots and plant flowers, imagining how they’ll fill in with colour over

The Beautiful Things

The house is silent. Gerry is out having coffee with his cronies. Maya, not quite herself after a dental procedure the day prior, snoozes on a blanket in the den. I carry a vase of grocery store flowers downstairs to my woman cave and set them on my writing desk in front of the north-facing

Thursday, April 25, 2019 – No Schedule

It’s so sweet to have no fixed agenda, no time commitments, and the opportunity to spend time with my husband doing whatever whenever. Sometimes no schedule is the best schedule. Sometimes I forget that. Yesterday: hot springs, drifting, tulip festival, drifting, hot springs, and a special dinner. Today: some of the same and meandering our

Friday, April 12, 2019 – Waiting

  I grow impatient for flowers in the garden in the parks and I think I might buy some at the grocery store to tide me over. I go into my archives where there are flashes of delight recalling springs past attention paid and I remember wisdom in the waiting.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019 – Oh Deer

We’re enjoying an episode of a favourite medical series on TV when movement outside our front window catches my eye. It takes a second for me to register what it is. ”It’s a deer!” I’m kind of thrilled at first. Deer are not uncommon around here, but to have one so close is kind of special.