I’ve got that end-of-summer feeling; how about you? Are you, like me, ready for change? It’s right around the corner, ready or not. Around here, harvest is underway. It always gives me chills to see combines in the fields. We tend to equate spring with hope, but, by gum, combines bringing in the harvest look…
It’s August 18 as I write this, and I’m sitting down to write this post, having just pruned back my tomatoes. It’s certainly the earliest that I’ve ever taken this step. The garden, as a whole, is less than stellar this year—okay, let’s be honest, it’s been the worst season ever. Frankly, I’m over it….
One day recently, I stood near the 49th parallel in Saskatchewan—the Canada-U.S. international boundary. If you look closely at this photo, you can make out a fence line at the top of the hill, representing the boundary, and a Canadian flag flying atop the highest peak on this side. I watched a hawk glide effortlessly…
I’m sitting in my favourite chair under the gazebo in our backyard, where it’s currently 36F / 97F. Beautiful. There’s a slight breeze that might explain the absence of mosquitoes. They’re ridiculous this year. I resorted to burning those green coils I haven’t seen since my parents used them back in the 1960s. They’re probably…
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…
It’s mid-July. These are full-on hot summer days. We’re on the other side of a heatwave that, with the humidity, has been tough even for us heat-loving Kamloops folks to appreciate. These are stormy days. Saskatchewan weather has been, shall we say, interesting. One evening, as we settled in to eat dinner and partake in…