Shift

The weather in September on the prairies was a bit like a lottery. You bought a ticket and crossed your fingers for Indian Summers with long shadows over gilded fields; late bloomers bravely defying the approaching solstice and picnic lunches with fresh crisp apples and bored but hungry wasps. This year, the cold came early.  … More Shift

Slow

I recently discovered a concept which is not new.  Which makes me late to the party, or more accurately late to hear about a party to which I may or may not have been invited – the jury is still out. Have you heard of minimalism?  Well this isn’t it.  Not exactly.  There’s definitely a … More Slow

Unraveling

Imagine you have a tangled up mess of Christmas lights, and you want to know if you have enough to string your tree.  Or you want to discover how much yarn you have in a twisted up ball.  Maybe you want to wear a necklace but it’s become knotted in your jewelry box.  In each of these … More Unraveling

A Season Unbroken

Snow brush flattened like a sorry toothbrush Even fruitcake left from Christmas sours Sweaters saggy, pilled and worn from usage Wintertime procrastinates   Separated mittens long forgotten Snow is foul and dreary; still it falls Naked tree so eager for its garment Malignant hypothermia   April 13, 2018        

Cracks

There is something fascinating happening in my home these days. It actually started a while ago, but sometimes what happens right under our noses is hard to perceive. Now let me preface the following by admitting that I am inexperienced and an early observer of this development, but it intrigues me greatly and I am devouring the novelty, … More Cracks

March

O March, Thou art contrary. Once temperate, twice tempestuous Like Janus, two-faced. Muster thy bluster if thou must, But gift an hour of cerulean calm And I absolve thine inconsistent carriage.  

FORTY ONE

I remember writing a poem or some short piece of prose on my 19th birthday, and I recall it had a tone of uncertainty about it.  At 19 I had no idea what I would be doing with the rest of my life – vocation, relationships, location…all were a bit of a mystery.  It was … More FORTY ONE

January

It was cold last night. The kind of bitter inclemency where the frigid arctic air seeps through the cracks, condensing and freezing in geometric patterns on the inside of windows, embellishing them with the appearance of shattered glass. This morning, as the January sun stretched over the horizon, the white-cold hoar frost on naked branches … More January

One of Those Days

It’s summer, and that means the boys are off school for eight glorious laborious weeks. Every year come June, I have wonderful, educational, motivational plans for these weeks.  Workbooks to keep minds fresh, activities to cultivate creativity, book lists printed, and this year, a great big calendar to keep everyone informed about the daily and … More One of Those Days

Before the Bloom

This spring, I planted a vegetable gardenette.  I can’t call it a full-fledged garden because that would certainly be insulting to the real and true gardeners out there, but I did put a few seeds in the dirt and I am happily watching them push through.  I am sowing in expectation of reaping zucchini and spinach and beans … More Before the Bloom