Tag: spring

  • Oh, My Aching Back

    Oh, My Aching Back

    My body is protesting this morning after a busy day outside yesterday helping Gerry put down mulch. I was doing okay until, embarrassingly, I took a bathroom break and twisted my back in the process. Crikey. Anyway, it’s done and it looks great and we’re ready to move on with the next step of removing…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five – May 19

    Friday’s Fave Five – May 19

    It’s early Friday morning. The smoke we were under has dissipated and the sky is clear; we’re in for a great day. Makiya doesn’t have school today and it feels a bit like Saturday. Funny how one small change in routine creates such ripples. I’m tired. Bone weary tired. I feel it in my body…

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  • A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    Gerry slips out early, and brings back coffee and breakfast sandwiches which we enjoy while planning the day. I propose a trip to a small vendor and garden show (which ultimately takes us farther down the road to a pottery sale). He is eager to get back to installing our rain barrel but agrees to…

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  • Taking the Slow Way Home

    Taking the Slow Way Home

    Things happen fast. Here in southern Saskatchewan, we went from winter to summer in the about two weeks. On Friday, my granddaughter and I went to Regina for a bit of retail therapy and when we returned a lilac bush next to the driveway was displaying the first green of leaves. In the backyard, other…

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  • Garden Time

    Garden Time

    Just like that, it’s spring! Gerry worked hard over the weekend to get my new raised garden beds ready for planting. He and Makiya raked the back lawn and tidied the beds around the perimeter where we’re waiting and watching to see what comes up. The lilacs are budding and I’m getting itchy to plant.…

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  • What a Week

    What a Week

    This week has gone by in a blur of both the expected and unexpected, with a healthy measure of good things and a dose of not-so-good. I’m kinda glad it’s over. I had a coffee visit with a woman who, as a teenager, lived with my birth sister’s family for a few years here in…

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