My daughter, Giselle, was once asked, “Why is your mother baking muffins at midnight?” Giselle shrugged her shoulders, and answered, “I dunno. She just always bakes at that time.” Maybe it’s because I worked midnights for decades that I still get a burst of energy at that time. Or maybe I’m simply craving muffins!… Continue reading Life is Lumpy!
Today’s photos aren’t outstanding by any stretch of the imagination, but there’s a special sentiment behind my pics. In early spring, my 94-year-old mother asked if I was planting anything new this year. I told Mom I was, indeed. I had started Canary Bird Vine seeds indoors with the hope they would survive the transition… Continue reading Thousand Word Thursdays #211
Something odd happened last week. As I stepped outside onto the front porch, I spotted a middle-aged woman photographing my forsythia bush. I didn’t think that out of the ordinary as the forsythia is definitely worthy of catching a photographer’s eye. What was unusual was the woman happened to be clutching an armful of forsythia… Continue reading Love of Flowers or Plant Addiction?
You might say I had it coming. I was warned, after all. Ten days ago, my neighbour told me, “Rita, you have a little time but not much. It’s going to get cold, very cold! Just you wait and see! All of the leaves are going to drop.” He’d been doing yard work on a… Continue reading Daisy Days!
I’ve heard it said you should set a goal that makes you want to jump out of bed in the morning. A goal needs to excite you, and some say intimidate you a bit. If a goal is easy to achieve, it’s not a challenge, right? My planned pandemic/retirement project looked simple at first. My… Continue reading Pandemic Pumpkin Project!
Grief has no timeline. You can feel like you’ve moved on from grieving the loss of a loved one and then grief hits you hard, tugging—no, yanking!—at your heartstrings. Holidays and anniversaries of the loved one’s passing intensify this feeling. For our family, it’s a double whammy. Dad passed away around the time of Thanksgiving… Continue reading Remembering Dad
“I’ve discovered the key to happiness!” Hands dirty from gardening, with a camera slung over one shoulder, I had dashed into the house to share my discovery with my hubby. Guy, seated at the kitchen table, looked up at me expectantly. “What’s the key to happiness, babe?” “Having a project, and taking photos every day!”… Continue reading Happiness!
Work is work! We often hear these words, usually spoken by disgruntled employees. Yet we can learn something from every job, can’t we? Let me tell you about two jobs from my youth. My first job was as a papergirl delivering The Wallaceburg Daily News. I was 10 at the time I applied for the… Continue reading First Jobs!
I’ve lived in my home for over twenty years but rarely spotted a cardinal in our yard. Things changed nearly four years ago . . . after Dad passed away. The day after Dad’s death, I could hear the sweet chirping of a bird as I mowed the backyard. It was louder than the noise… Continue reading For You, Dad!
I don’t believe Hell to be full of flames. Nope. Being a gardener, I think it’s full of slugs and snails. Don’t get me wrong. I try hard to love all of God’s creatures. But I think it would be easier for me to love some of them from afar. Like away from my garden!… Continue reading Little Garden Critters!