Tag: seasons

  • 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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