Well, we’re nearing that mushy holiday—Valentine’s Day! When boyfriends and husbands dash out to buy chocolate, flowers or, perhaps jewelry in hopes of pleasing their loved one. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s way too much pressure on men. Makes me glad I’m a woman. I usually give my husband, Guy, some… Continue reading Love and Cameras!
Winter. Not my favourite season. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s sloppy. You can’t wear shorts although I saw my mailman doing so in a blizzard the other day! You have to ditch sandals and flip-flops to wear boots. And you can’t garden or go inline-skating. My passions. But I’m changing my attitude. I didn’t realize… Continue reading Winter…Brrr! Grrr?
My elderly Italian neighbour hollered out from her opened basement window. She had noticed me on my back patio, cleaning up the dead summer flowers. “What are you doing in the freezing cold, Rita? Picking the frozen grapes?” I laughed and teased her, “Yes, I was thinking of making ice wine.” To tell you the… Continue reading Forbidden Fruit!
Halloween’s my favourite holiday. No turkey to cook. No presents to exchange. Just eat candy and have fun dressing up! This year, I’ve been working through some struggles and wasn’t in the mood to decorate the house and yard. I did it anyway. Can’t let life’s battles steal my joy of Halloween. No way! I… Continue reading Oh, Mr. Bones!
It’s Thanksgiving today in Canada. This year, I’m celebrating in a quiet way…my hubby, Guy, and I are having pumpkin pie with Mom tonight. After many years of frenzied cleaning and cooking for the family, Guy thought it wise to take things slow for once. Life has been a whirlwind lately and it’s time to… Continue reading Thanksgiving Thankfulness!
I raised a Monarch butterfly from a caterpillar recently and now this lone Monarch hangs out with me in the garden. While I really have no idea if it’s the same butterfly or not, I consider it my “pet” butterfly. Kind of makes this gardener feel special!
Most Moms —and many Dads—have heard the familiar poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. I‘ve just included a few lines here: Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.` The shopping’s not done and there’s… Continue reading Summer Doesn’t Keep!