If You’re Married to a Gardener…

It starts innocently enough, the way many soft addictions do. I tell my Mom I’ll pop by the garden centre to buy her mulch. But, while I’m there…my heart quickens and endorphins are boosted as I take in all the plants and seed packages and flowers surrounding me. I forget all about the mulch until… Continue reading If You’re Married to a Gardener…

Birthday Gelato!

“What’s the difference between ice-cream and gelato?”, asked my sister. The waitress took a furtive look around, and whispered, “Do you want to know what the owner says?” My sister and I quickly nodded. The waitress continued, “The difference is gelato has less ice and is over-priced!” My 91-year-old mom, my sister and I had… Continue reading Birthday Gelato!

Be a ‘Real’ Gardener!

I consider myself a half-decent gardener but for some reason my forsythia bush stopped blooming about ten years ago. Maybe even longer. Actually, it only bloomed the year I bought it! The first time I saw no blossoms, I convinced myself it was just a late bloomer. But, yellow flowers never appeared. I chalked it… Continue reading Be a ‘Real’ Gardener!

Second-Hand Store Shopping!

My sister and I decided to check out a crowded antique store in Chatham. Not really an antique store, more a second-hand shop of what I call ‘treasures’ waiting to be found. A middle-aged woman,  reeking of tobacco, brushed by us—it was too crowded to be concerned about personal space—and informed us that the owner… Continue reading Second-Hand Store Shopping!

My First Camera!

After last week’s serious post, it’s time for some fun! I came across this old photo while spring cleaning. It was from Christmas 1975, when I was 15 years old. I received a Kodak Instamatic X15 camera for Christmas. And, I was reading the manual! It’s kind of funny because I never stop to do… Continue reading My First Camera!

A Man on a Mission- Part 2

Application for a former bowling alley to be used as a licensed producer of medical marijuana. Application to build townhouses. The stack of hand-outs for the meeting stood over 2” high. I wondered what time city council meetings ended. Judging by the agenda, it looked like matters could go on forever. This was my first-ever… Continue reading A Man on a Mission- Part 2