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…
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…
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…
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…