Tag: garden

  • When the Cat (Read: Husband) is Away

    When the Cat (Read: Husband) is Away

    Both my Kindle and Kobo are charging, so I thought I’d pop in and say hello! It’s quiet around here with Gerry back in B.C. hiking. So quiet, in fact, that I’ve resorted to tuning into the local radio station sometimes—unheard of for one, like me, who embraces silence as often as possible. I’m talking…

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  • Mid-July . . . and a nod to the girl I was and the woman I am

    Mid-July . . . and a nod to the girl I was and the woman I am

    After morning watering, I harvested the first of many Sugar Plum tomatoes from the garden and plucked the first cucumber from the vine. I had already picked a bowl of green beans and tucked them in the fridge. After tomorrow’s picking, I’ll snap, blanch, and tuck them away in the freezer for winter. Our upright…

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  • An Old School Blog Post

    An Old School Blog Post

    Still coming down from the high that the Saskatchewan Festival of Words was last week and more than a little surprised and grateful that little ol’ Moose Jaw is home to this event. I’m inspired as a reader, writer, and person by the sessions I attended and chewing on next steps (apart from diving into…

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  • Experiences

    Experiences

    It’s been another week full of experiences and it’s about to get better. But it’s  also been a week of melancholy—I saw it coming—so I’m gentle with myself. Walks in the beautiful Wakamow Valley provide healing balm. We traveled to Regina and immersed ourselves in the Beyond Van Gogh experience with friends, enjoyed lunch at…

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  • The Gift of Ordinary

    The Gift of Ordinary

    I am sitting at the desk in my office. It faces the window and I see Gerry going back and forth from the garage to the backyard where he is fixing the gate leading from our backyard to the alley. I love that we have a back alley. We had one when I was a…

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  • Gifts

    Gifts

    One afternoon this week, feeling melancholy and missing Maya, Gerry and I went to the Wakamow Valley and walked to the place where, once upon a time in my childhood, there was a wild animal park. I’ve wanted to find that spot since last summer when we visited Moose Jaw and made the decision to…

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