Tag: seasons

  • The Shortest Day

    The Shortest Day

    It’s the winter solstice, and sunrise here in Moose Jaw happened at 9 a.m.—tomorrow, we begin the slow crawl toward light and garden season. Two snowstorms in the past few days have kept us mostly at home and indoors. Gerry’s been out a couple of times with his birthday snowblower, and I took advantage of…

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  • In the Dark

    In the Dark

    Jarred from the peace of sleep and the comfort of warm flannel sheets, I retrieve my glasses and Kindle from my bedside table and, with a little Yorkie in my arms, stumble from the bedroom. Molly’s internal clock says it’s time to get up. It’s barely 4 a.m. and I inadvertently trained her to rise…

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  • And So, Advent

    And So, Advent

    On Saturday, Gerry and I went to see the annual Christmas performance at nearby Briercrest College and Seminary in Caronport—a dramatic musical called A Christmas in Caron, 1942. It was inspired by the real-life story of Royal Air Force cadets who came to the Caron flight training school (about 25 minutes west of Moose Jaw)…

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  • Birthday Snow

    Birthday Snow

    We had a big dump of snow this week and are currently under a snowfall warning for the weekend. Though the calendar says otherwise, winter is most definitely upon us here in Saskatchewan. Just now, I’m sitting here in the wing chair in my woman cave listening to my Gregorian playlist on Amazon music while…

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  • A Stormy Day Ramble

    A Stormy Day Ramble

    We’re experiencing the first winter storm of the season as snow blows and drifts. Here’s the view outside our front door captured a few hours ago. I had an appointment to get my hair cut this morning, but cancelled it. I decided that at age 65 I can choose to take a snow day and…

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  • There’s a Lot Happening Out There

    There’s a Lot Happening Out There

    I’m thinking of replacing our front door. The one we currently have is pretty and stylish, but it’s also distracting. I wasn’t enamored of it when we first moved into this home at the end of 2023, and am less so now. I don’t like that someone could stand on our front step and peer…

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