Tag: prairie
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The Shortest Day
It’s the winter solstice, and sunrise here in Moose Jaw happened at 9 a.m.—tomorrow, we begin the slow crawl toward light and garden season. Two snowstorms in the past few days have kept us mostly at home and indoors. Gerry’s been out a couple of times with his birthday snowblower, and I took advantage of…
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Taking Up My Life Again
We enjoy a few days visiting with my cousin; his significant other and now our new dear friend; and a little puppy named Ebony who becomes fast friends with Molly. It takes a few hours for Molly to warm up to the newcomer, but before long she finds the opportunity to play with someone her…
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Change Is In the Air
The weather gauge in our backyard reads 3C / 37F when I get up. One degree lower than it was yesterday morning. We’ve been chewing on the idea of doing a Costco run to Regina today and I chew on it a bit more while sipping my morning tea—brewed while it’s still dark outside, I…
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The Growing Season
I pick the few remaining pea pods and pull the yellowing vines. Is it my imagination, or was the yield much less than past years? I stop telling myself that the sorry looking green bean plants will produce anything and pull every sad looking plant from the bed, leaving it looking sad and barren. Two…
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Some Things I’m Grateful For Right Now
It’s hockey night in Canada. Well, in the U.S. too, as the Stanley Cup final game between the Edmonton Oilers and Florida Panthers is playing on the big screen. Ordinarily, I’m not all that much of a hockey fan, but . . . So, for the moment at least, I find myself here on the…
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Small Beneath the Sky
Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir is the name of a book written by Saskatchewan author, Lorna Crozier. It has a home on my bookshelf. I recommend it. How can one feel anything but small when standing beneath the endless Saskatchewan sky? It is where I feel most at home. It’s where I breathe…
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It’s Spring
Days slip by and I find myself in these last ones of April wondering how we got here so quickly. A fat robin hops across the roof outside the window of my office as I’m writing this and, while I pause to watch him, the thrill of seeing the first robins of spring has faded.…
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Friday’s Fave Five – December 8
One year ago today, Gerry and I became Moose Jaw residents fulfilling my fifty-year-old dream of returning to Saskatchewan. Sometimes, I can scarce believe I’m a Moose Javian again. This morning sitting at my desk, I’m looking out over a landscape that is devoid of snow. It’s been unseasonably warm and what little snowfall we…
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Old Wives
We’re driving toward a place where I haven’t been for 55-ish years. I don’t know exactly where it is, and it’s unlikely I’ll recognize it when and if we get there. The road undulates, like the surrounding countryside. I’ve told stories about trips my family took on such a road, though it was gravel not…
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Friday’s Fave Four – September 22
Taking the long way home. I was on the way home from dropping Gerry off at the gym one day this week, and needed a prairie fix. I took my usual route across the 9th Avenue bridge, but instead of turning right on Coteau, I kept going. It’s not far before neighbourhoods give way to…
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I’m Over It
I’m feeling a bit over, as in overextended, overwhelmed, overburdened, and really over the pain I’m dealing with in my foot. Nothing serious and nothing in particular just lots on my mind, plates in the air, and a 14-week-old puppy who is as sweet and cute as can be and who has turned out house…
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Friday’s Fave Five – September 8
After tapping out a newsy post here yesterday, I wonder if I’ll have anything to say for Friday’s Fave Five. It’s a challenge to look for little moments that spark joy and gratitude sometimes. I am sitting here with a freshly brewed mug of tea (Mother’s Little Helper from David’s Tea), Steve Bell playing on…