On a late summer Sunday morning, when there’s a distinct something (I dare not call it a chill, though that’s what it is) in the air, I’m out in the garden, mug of coffee in hand, peering at spent pansy blossoms, looking for seed pods that are dry enough to harvest. I want to grow pansies in…
“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.” Georgia O’Keefe It wasn’t my intention to step away from this space for most of the summer, but as time went by, more and more, it seemed the right thing for me. Twice I opened my MacBook, thinking I’d tap out…
Yesterday, I was going through one of my old blog books from 2018. It was the year I posted something every day, and it offers a snapshot of daily life. That summer, as usual, our granddaughter, who was nine-years-old at the time, spent a few weeks with us for “Camp G & G.” Also, as…
In the morning, we have coffee with a couple we hadn’t met before. Writers, the pair of them. All isn’t as we wish it to be in the world, but we have technology that facilitates connection that otherwise wouldn’t happen. That’s a gift. Turns out he and I are distantly related on the Letkeman side….
Once the weather turns in spring, it’s as if trees, knowing the growing season in Saskatchewan is relatively short, kick into high gear. The increase in growth from day to day everywhere I look astounds me. Everywhere I see greening. Lately, I’ve been thinking about cycles and how they order our lives. The turning of…
Here in Saskatchewan, we talk about the weather a lot and for good reason. It’s ridiculous. We’re under (yet another) advisory—this one for freezing drizzle. Old Man Winter isn’t letting go without a fight. Never, in my 66 years, has there been no spring though. Whether I lived in Saskatchewan, British Columbia, or Washington State,…