Tag: garden

  • Weekend Randomness

    Weekend Randomness

    I’m tired. Bone-weary tired. Have I mentioned that lately? Smoke from wildfires has blown in, ushering in gray days that do little to help my weariness. It’s either time to push through or give in. The jury’s still out. We ordered pizza for supper last evening. We had a free one thanks to rewards at…

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  • Water, Water, Everywhere

    Water, Water, Everywhere

    Well, not really. I’ve been thinking about water conservation lately. It’s natural, I suppose, now that we’re paying for utilities (as opposed to having them included in our strata fees in B.C.), and water is expensive in Saskatchewan. This is a farming province and rain is precious; it seems wrong to waste. Especially, given the…

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  • A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    Gerry slips out early, and brings back coffee and breakfast sandwiches which we enjoy while planning the day. I propose a trip to a small vendor and garden show (which ultimately takes us farther down the road to a pottery sale). He is eager to get back to installing our rain barrel but agrees to…

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  • Summer Plans

    Summer Plans

    I liken May to January as a month of making plans and setting intentions. Apart from gardening plans (which are slow in coming as I wait to see what surprises will be revealed in new yard), I like to make personal writing, reading, and other creative plans. I envision lazy afternoons spent in the new…

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  • Garden Time

    Garden Time

    Just like that, it’s spring! Gerry worked hard over the weekend to get my new raised garden beds ready for planting. He and Makiya raked the back lawn and tidied the beds around the perimeter where we’re waiting and watching to see what comes up. The lilacs are budding and I’m getting itchy to plant.…

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  • What a Week

    What a Week

    This week has gone by in a blur of both the expected and unexpected, with a healthy measure of good things and a dose of not-so-good. I’m kinda glad it’s over. I had a coffee visit with a woman who, as a teenager, lived with my birth sister’s family for a few years here in…

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