Where grace seasons every moment
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... Continue Reading →
It's a beautiful Labour Day here in Saskatchewan, and by beautiful, I mean wet. It's the rainiest day we've had all summer, and it's glorious. Sadly, it's smoky too. Even more sad, this seems to have become the norm. For the time being, I'm focusing solely on the gift of rain that we need so... Continue Reading →
At some point, the way some people visit family starts to look different. I was young—in my twenties—when my parents died within 18 months of each other and the shift started for me. Not everyone gets it, but visiting the grave of someone who was once part of my life (or history, in the case... Continue Reading →
Still coming down from the high that the Saskatchewan Festival of Words was last week and more than a little surprised and grateful that little ol’ Moose Jaw is home to this event. I’m inspired as a reader, writer, and person by the sessions I attended and chewing on next steps (apart from diving into... Continue Reading →
One afternoon this week, feeling melancholy and missing Maya, Gerry and I went to the Wakamow Valley and walked to the place where, once upon a time in my childhood, there was a wild animal park. I’ve wanted to find that spot since last summer when we visited Moose Jaw and made the decision to... Continue Reading →
It’s Friday! Time to look back a things I’m thankful for in my world this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post. This is kind of a mush-mash post with good things melded together. I think that’s okay. 🙂 Gerry and I have been Moose Jaw residents for six months today. We’re on the home... Continue Reading →
A Slice of Life 