I’m in Prince George. Makiya and I drove up yesterday because she has an appointment with her orthodontist today. It’ll be the last one here; Laurinda will have to get her hooked up with one in Kamloops going forward. It’s a long drive and it rained the whole way. No complaints about the rain after
By the time I finish watering the garden, my head aches, my eyes are sore, and there's that irritation in the back of my throat again. It is a hasty watering. I look past the odd weed and ignore the pruning and thinning and general tidying up I should tend to. Just enough. That's become
It’s been a week of fits and starts and uncertainty but here we are at the end of it, taking time to look back at some good things from the week that was with another Friday’s Fave Five post. Here we go. Gerry’s annual salmon fishing trip. We weren’t sure it was going to happen
I tucked bean seeds in the ground where we harvested the garlic a few days ago. There’s still plenty of growing season ahead for a second crop. Meanwhile, I’m picking yellow, green, and purple beans from the first sowing. I tried something different by planting a mixture all together. I won’t do this again because
Last evening I did something I’ve never done before. I participated in a workshop with Canadian writer, Sally Ito, in which we collaborated to write a form of Japanese poetry called Renga. I was in a group with three other women, two from Manitoba and one from Alberta. A cross country collaboration! It took me
We’re gathering for our first writing group Zoom meeting this morning (we met once before to introduce ourselves and set group norms). I’m excited to hear the stories women have written for the prompt, PLACE. Writing group is a wonderful sanctuary where stories are shared and listened to, friendships are formed, and we find a
I came across this photo I captured eight years ago of the bridge at Snoqualmie Falls in WA. I was just starting on my photography journey, and Gerry and I were taking classes at the Green River Community College. I don’t mind telling you I struggled in these classes—well, not so much in the classes
I’m behind by a couple of tutorials in the Jean Haines Watercolour School I signed up for. They’re interesting, and I’m chomping at the bit to dig in. I need to stake my tomatoes and tend to a handful of other things at the community garden. My desk is a mess. There are Story Circle Network
It’s that magical time of year when every day I see new growth in the garden. We’re eating beautiful and delicious lettuce now. I’m going to pull the rest of the spinach before it bolts and use some of it in a lasagne. I thinned the carrots, and am doing the same with the Hakurei turnips,
The day starts out gray, which is perfect because I’m planning to write and there’s no siren call of the outdoors to distract me. I decide to work in the den, and settle the dogs first—which turns out to be a challenge because the littlest one, Murphy, wants to claim the spot on my lap
It’s official. We have a writing group. We hold the first Zoom gathering in which we get to know one another and establish norms, and I come away from the time walking on air. From seeing familiar faces who were in my WA group, those of newer friends, and my daughter. From the sense of