Lasts

This is our view of the cul de sac from the window in our den: picture-perfect and pretty after last night's snow. The view from the bedroom and living room is equally charming on this snowy November morning. I will miss these things. These are weeks of lasts and of saying farewell and they are

Today

We harvested the carrots from the backyard garden yesterday. Turns out, it was the best season ever. This beautiful array of orange is all packaged up to be delivered to the local food bank this morning. That’s it for the garden, save for a handful of green onions and the marigolds I’ll leave until we

For Sale

Everything put away? Check. All the lights on? Check. Music on? Check. All the toilet lids down? Check. We grab the dogs, get in the car, and head out so strangers can walk through out home. We stop for coffee at a very expensive place for mine where I pay with my phone, and a

Another Day, Another Showing

We’re sitting in the car with the windows open, sipping coffee and enjoying the early autumn view of the North Thompson River. I’ve got two Yorkies on my lap—Murphy, as usual, and Maya because she’s startled by Gerry’s sneezing (it’s allergy season). Meanwhile, strangers are walking through my home, considering whether it’s the one for

Downsizing

The move we're making from Kamloops to Moose Jaw brings with it a downsizing the likes of which we've never done before. Oh sure, with every move Gerry and I have made over the past 23 years of our married life, there's been sorting and culling of things, but there has also been an underlying