I read a post this morning on Christy Woolum’s blog, Gathering Around the Table, called Ten Things Savimg My Life Right Now, where she shared 10 things helping her through the bleak mid-winter. Her post was in response to Anne Vogel’s post on her blog, Modern Mrs. Darcy, and invitation to others to do make
It's my birthday. I'm 63-years-old today. When we live longer lives than our parents, it's hard to imagine ourselves aging past them. It was that way for me as I approached 55, the age my mom was when she died suddenly. Now I'm two years away from reaching the last birthday milestone my dad celebrated.
It's Monday—the last one in January and my birthday week. After a slow and gloomy weekend, our granddaughter is in good health and rose early to make her own healthy breakfast and lunch to kick off a good day. Gerry's happy to have the opportunity to return to the gym after recent closures, so he
What is the gift we should bring to the world? Judith Valente, How to Be: A Monk and a Journalist Reflect on Living & Dying, Purpose & Prayer, Forgiveness & Friendship Wasn’t I taught that it’s better to give than receive? Didn’t I do my best to teach my children to appreciate the joy that comes
We spend a pleasant evening with the neighbour’s home, sitting around a circle in the living room, nibbling treats, and conversing with one another. I’m not much for social gatherings, but I’m struck by the peace and relative normalcy of people in a similar demographic gathering together. We talk about all manner of things and,
After a busy morning out and about that included a trip to Costco because I wanted to get some pretty fall mums (of course, we came away with more than two pots of flowers), we settle in at home. Gerry heads downstairs to check his hiking schedule and make plans, Makiya reaches for my MacBook
For Today Looking out my window I see smoke. Again. I was just outside with the dogs and it's thick enough to smell. Not as thick as it has been but, according to the air quality index, it's high risk and unhealthy to be outside for long. Sigh. Another ibndoor day. There have been so
It’s that magical time of year when every day I see new growth in the garden. We’re eating beautiful and delicious lettuce now. I’m going to pull the rest of the spinach before it bolts and use some of it in a lasagne. I thinned the carrots, and am doing the same with the Hakurei turnips,
I carve out time to sit in the park in the shade of a magnificent tree, and look up. I find peace in the strong trunk and branches, in leaves, still in the heat of the afternoon, and the sun’s rays barely peeking through. I watch a man wearing a red shirt climb out of
I have three large flower pots near the front door with dark purple, black, and white petunias and potato vine; two in the back yard and one on the deck with geraniums and pansies; a hanging basket filled with a variety of multi-coloured blooms on the upper deck; two rectangular planters with sweet peas already
We prepare for another day without electricity. Gerry backs the cars out of the garage (the automatic garage door won’t open with no power), I think about what to take out of the refrigerator so we won’t have to open it while it’s off, fill water bottles (yeah, I know we could drink tap water,