In Season

In late-August the leaves on the trees in my neighborhood started to show the first signs of turning color. It was easy to miss the subtle change, and I did for many years. Now I’m in the autumn of my life and sense a kinship in the shift. The intensity of summer and the almost

Monday in Not-Quite Fall

Monday, you are fresh and full of promise. Even now when, save for Sunday, the days look much the same, there is something about you that says anticipation. In my first thoughts of the day I survey the busy week ahead and find, not the routine I hunger for, but a smattering of good things I

In the Night

Gerry’s away and I’m awakened by Maya. I sleep through disturbances most of the time but when I’m alone, I wake quickly and easily at my pup’s restlessness. The body knows when it is the one on duty, like when my children were babies and their slightest stirring would bring me immediately to wakefulness. I

In the Afternoon

I spend a good part of the day on the sofa in the den, heating pad on high, surrounded by books. I can’t even muster the strength to go to the garden, so I send Gerry to water and harvest tomatoes and Swiss chard for supper. It feels like a wasted day. Countless things, indoors

September Start

Welcome, September. I’m expecting good and gentle things from you. Over the course of a long and solitary drive yesterday, I came to understand I hunger for something big in this season. I saw that I’m coming dangerously close to empty in some areas and I need to practice soul care. Today is Labour Day,

Five Minute Friday – Back

I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BACK and write for five minutes about it. It’s the last full day of Camp G and G. It’s been a fun-filled couple of weeks with bowling, theatre intensive, scavenger hunts, star gazing, ice cream,

Starry Starry Night

There’s no mistaking the changing season after dark. Still smitten by the wonder of the night sky, we take our barefoot selves out into the yard to see what we can see with a Gerry’s telescope. One by one we go back into the house and return wearing hoodies. Makiya and I remain shoeless, but