Tag: garden

  • A Cosy June

    A Cosy June

    I wake in the morning thinking about things I want to accomplish in the coming day, hoping the list is on the shorter side. By design, it usually is. This morning: a couple of emails to tend to, share the draft newsletter for InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship with the executive, put a pot of chicken…

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  • Intention

    Intention

    It’s been a good week. Coffee with friends on Sunday afternoon, photographing storm clouds, and visiting and enjoying lunch with my cousin and her husband in Swift Current yesterday. These delights peppered amidst mornings spent planting and puttering and wandering in the garden with a mug of coffee looking for new growth. Some days, windows…

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  • Backyard Sanctuary

    Backyard Sanctuary

    I am sitting on our lower back deck in the shade of the gazebo while the curtains wave gently in the breeze. The other day, I let loose the curtains that have been tied back in each of the four corners of the gazebo for the first time. Yes. You read that right. The gazebo…

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  • Hurts So Good

    Hurts So Good

    It’s spring—for real, this time—in Saskatchewan. The temperature is currently 28C / 82F; the windows are open, and my back is aching from time spent working out in the yard yesterday and today. No complaints. This is what we’ve been waiting for! This morning, the sound of lawn mowers broke the Saturday morning silence as…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five – September 29

    Friday’s Fave Five – September 29

    It’s the last Friday of September, already; the month whizzed by in a blur. Oh, how I’m looking forward to October and a different pace—though I’ll have to make it intentionally so. I hate to use the “b” word but I can’t help but attach the busy label to the coming month as Gerry and…

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  • Thursday Thoughts

    Thursday Thoughts

    I don’t know where this week has gone. Discombobulated, given the Labour Day holiday, and, in a sense, a short week (though in retirement there’s really no such thing as a short week). Still, it’s felt a little upside-down. I harvested the last of the tomatoes this week in light of threats of frost not…

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