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…
It’s a fulfilling time of year. I love seeing combines in the fields bringing in the harvest. I live vicariously through hard-working farmers, allowing myself to feel—what? Relief? Comfort? Satisfaction? Perhaps all the above. Some fields are littered with bales: hay to feed animals throughout the winter or straw for other purposes (like covering the…
Someone asked me yesterday if I was doing anything special for the long weekend. Long weekend? I suppose there is one coming up—and one that marks a return to routine that even us older folks still feel and appreciate. But one of the great gifts of retirement is that the only thing long weekends mean…
Supper’s simmering (skillet dinner for the win), Gerry’s watching the Olympics, and baby Molly is napping. I’m taking advantage of a few quiet minutes to write a blog post and share a few things that are on my mind. Thing 1. I started following Karen’s Over the Backyard Fence not long after I joined the…
Since we’re past the 15th, we’re now officially in late-August. I feel it. Gerry commented this week that he feels it too. Change is in the air. For now, lest I get too far ahead of my pumpkin-spice-latte-craving self, let’s look back at things I’m thankful for this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post….
It’s Monday. Mid-August. My backyard garden has peaked—at least that’s how I view it. I’ve pulled out two beds of green bean plants and am waiting and watching for the last one to flower and produce. It might have been pulling out those spent plants and not replacing them with anything that caused a shift…