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  • Apples

    Apples

    I just put an apple crisp in the oven. The aroma of baking apples is quintessential autumn to me. In previous years, I’d work my way through boxes of B.C. apples by making crisps, pies, applesauce, not to mention eating them raw and crisp. This morning, while I peeled apples, I reflected back on all…

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  • Thursday Thoughts

    Thursday Thoughts

    I don’t know where this week has gone. Discombobulated, given the Labour Day holiday, and, in a sense, a short week (though in retirement there’s really no such thing as a short week). Still, it’s felt a little upside-down. I harvested the last of the tomatoes this week in light of threats of frost not…

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  • Labour Day

    Labour Day

    It’s a beautiful Labour Day here in Saskatchewan, and by beautiful, I mean wet. It’s the rainiest day we’ve had all summer, and it’s glorious. Sadly, it’s smoky too. Even more sad, this seems to have become the norm. For the time being, I’m focusing solely on the gift of rain that we need so…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five – September 1, 2023

    Friday’s Fave Five – September 1, 2023

    Someone asked me yesterday if I was doing anything special for the long weekend. Long weekend? I suppose there is one coming up—and one that marks a return to routine that even us older folks still feel and appreciate. But one of the great gifts of retirement is that the only thing long weekends mean…

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  • Seasons of Change

    Seasons of Change

    I’m tired. I’ll just start off with that because that’s my overriding feeling right now. I’m thankful that Miss Molly slept well from the first night we brought her home—no issues there at all. A lack of sleep is not the reason I’m tired. It’s the constant go, go, go that having a puppy requires.…

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  • In Search of Slippers

    In Search of Slippers

    I must be getting old. My feet are killing me and I fear my perennial barefoot days might be coming to an end. I’m just back from an unsuccessful shopping trip for a pair of soft memory foam slippers which did nothing to improve the situation. Browsing Amazon now. Thank goodness for Amazon. I stopped…

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  • A Few Things

    A Few Things

    Supper’s simmering (skillet dinner for the win), Gerry’s watching  the Olympics, and baby Molly is napping. I’m taking advantage of a few quiet minutes to write a blog post and share a few things that are on my mind. Thing 1. I started following Karen’s Over the Backyard Fence not long after I joined the…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five- August 18

    Friday’s Fave Five- August 18

    Since we’re past the 15th, we’re now officially in late-August. I feel it. Gerry commented this week that he feels it too. Change is in the air. For now, lest I get too far ahead of my pumpkin-spice-latte-craving self, let’s look back at things I’m thankful for this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post.…

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  • Seasonal

    Seasonal

    It’s Monday. Mid-August. My backyard garden has peaked—at least that’s how I view it. I’ve pulled out two beds of green bean plants and am waiting and watching for the last one to flower and produce. It might have been pulling out those spent plants and not replacing them with anything that caused a shift…

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  • Mid-July . . . and a nod to the girl I was and the woman I am

    Mid-July . . . and a nod to the girl I was and the woman I am

    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…

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  • And Then There Were Two

    And Then There Were Two

    June, the last week especially, went by in a whirlwind. Our daughter flew in to attend our granddaughter’s Grade 8 farewell celebration and, the next day, they both boarded a plane and headed home to Kamloops. With no Yorkies in residence at the moment and a granddaughter gone home with her mama, Gerry and I…

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  • The Gift of Ordinary

    The Gift of Ordinary

    I am sitting at the desk in my office. It faces the window and I see Gerry going back and forth from the garage to the backyard where he is fixing the gate leading from our backyard to the alley. I love that we have a back alley. We had one when I was a…

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