Rocked Me

The words rocked my world as they settled into my brain. I listened, almost in disbelief.

Sunday Snippets

The headlines today are full of joy, commitment to our home and a dedication to enjoying the simple things in life.

Idling

The blog sits, idling, like a truck by the side of a gravel road. The words, whipped by the hot dry summer wind flit away. Ideas pockmarked by Covid sized hailstones fall to the ground. Just like how a draft post sits abandoned inside the back pages.

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Summer Chaos

The pandemic races onwards, picking up a head of steam like a hurricane. The numbers here in Canada are low compared to some worldwide but they are climbing here so quickly. This is an incredibly worrisome trend. Although the lockdown has been lifted worldwide we all need to limit our movements and keep our bubbles small. I can tell you that there is a lot of it I just don’t get it. Unfortunately I know that I’m blogging to those who feel the same so it’s not going to change anything but I still have to say it. Stay home.

Played hooky

I played hooky yesterday afternoon. Sure there were weeds in the garden that could have been picked. I know for sure there were definitely shingles that could have come off that roof. Raspberries were ripening fast but still I did it.  Summer is short and a certain little girl asked Nan too come play in her pool.

Motherlode

The sun beat down from a brilliant blue sky, the sound of families chattering carried over the light breeze but they remained hidden. The crows pipped up occasionally. Somewhere in the vicinity a smoker worked its magic and while it smelt amazing I had no appetite for meat at that moment. I was literally standing in my kind of heaven on earth.

The Dust Settles

There is one thing I never do in the summer. Or so it seems and with Covid there is even less reason. So when the construction dust settles it seems to settle deeply as I rarely clean the house in the summer. I’ve stated many times that I wish, for the summer, we had a house keeper. This year is particularly bad as without house guests or supper parties I can’t even find a reason to wipe up that dust.

Music to my ears

His words were like music to my ears, the double meaning clear as a bell in my head. His touch was light and sure and I relaxed into the experience. Now, before you think I’ve started writing Harlequin romance novels, let me explain.

Rebalancing on the road

I stood, sheltered from the cool breeze in the doorway. The sun warmed the door and the heat started to strip away the grunge in my brain. Sleep hadn’t been my friend again and the alarm felt rude and unnecessary. But a plan is a plan so I rose although I can definitely say there was no shine.

Canada Day 2020

It feels like a subdued Canada Day; the pandemic cancelling all big celebrations and the protests about our serious inequalities dampering our pride in this country of ours.