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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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….