Both my Kindle and Kobo are charging, so I thought I’d pop in and say hello! It’s quiet around here with Gerry back in B.C. hiking. So quiet, in fact, that I’ve resorted to tuning into the local radio station sometimes—unheard of for one, like me, who embraces silence as often as possible. I’m talking…
After morning watering, I harvested the first of many Sugar Plum tomatoes from the garden and plucked the first cucumber from the vine. I had already picked a bowl of green beans and tucked them in the fridge. After tomorrow’s picking, I’ll snap, blanch, and tuck them away in the freezer for winter. Our upright…
I don’t know where the week has gone; I lost a day somewhere. This morning I had a minor medical procedure that threw the cadence of the entire day off. I’m not getting much done. Ah well. It’s a wet and stormy afternoon with thunderstorms and hail forecast—the kind of day that’s perfect for curling…
I love my family and I also love my solitude. Right now, Laurinda is at work, Makiya and Gerry are at the gym, and I’m home alone with the dogs. I danced a little jig when the last one was out the door. The dryer is running and, save for the tap-tapping of my fingers…
Gerry heads in one direction, exploring a potential hiking path to see if it’s still too muddy for a group. Meanwhile, I stand in a silent space with a tiny Yorkie in my arms and breathe deep. Here, there are no distractions. No sound to break the sweet silence. No pressure to do anything but…
