My eldest sent me a text yesterday asking what I would like for my birthday. Truth is that I can’t have what I want for my birthday.Continue reading “The Wishes”
The best way to fight the dull winter blues is to embrace winter. Which is exactly what we did this afternoon. We made time to go “GTing” with the littles. Squeals of delight and falling off on purpose. “Faster Grampa faster” I heard as I tried to snap a picture of the three of them zipping down the driveway.Continue reading “GT 2020”
I’ve decided to lighten it up today with a post about something meaningful to me. AND no writing about the elephant in the world as that’s all that was talked about in my work day. So without further ado here is a little something I’ve created called “My Nanna’s Garden.Continue reading “No elephants here”
It came to me this morning that tire swings are like love, they go around and around and around. The momentum is endless and all encompassing. A tire swing and love can make you sick or fill your heart with joy. Today there was no emesis but a heart so full of love.Continue reading “Tire swings”
It’s almost like a pandemic oxymoron – pulling back while bursting the bubble. The numbers are serging in the world, country, province and city so common sense says batten down the hatches and stay home. With much trepidation I have waded into the trenches, so to speak.Continue reading “Pulling Back & Busting Out”
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.Continue reading “Played hooky”
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.Continue reading “Motherlode”
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.Continue reading “Rebalancing on the road”
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.Continue reading “Canada Day 2020”
Today is the start of summer which coincided, this year, with father’s day. It is also National Indigenous Day. It seems like an easy one to blog about, especially seems I have permission to share some super cute photos of our littles.
It started out as a cloudy cool day but the weather turned around. It ended as the perfect summer evening; no wind, no clouds and a sunset that shimmered into a radiant red band across the entire north horizon. The kind of evening that sucks one into staying up late because 10:30 looks like 8:45!
Garden produce was picked for part of our picnic lunch today so what a great start to summer that is. Growing your own food is so incredibly satisfying.
An impromptu picnic lunch was served on the beach blanket amidst smiles, giggles and snuggles. Again the kind of moment that just makes your heart swell with joy. The man of my dreams is a wonderful father and as a grampa – well it’s just the best to see and it’s hard to find the words to express how incredible it feels.
An outside supper topped off our day; cooked and served by our talented daughter; who incidentally thinks her dad is pretty darn terrific. Father’s Day is hard there though because our son in law lost his dad a few years ago and the whole he left remains evident. Grampa Gary is spoken of often and I feel he would be so proud of the type of dad his son has become.
The level of joy today in our personal lives was at the top of the charts. Which brings into focus how much we take our white privilege for granted.
There are so many indigenous children who didn’t know their dad’s growing up; sent off to residential schools so young. Far too many who had no idea of how to live off the land. How to grow your food and your soul by being centered within a family. These things were stripped from generations of those that lived on this land long before we settled it. It’s important that we listen and learn. That we recognize the pain and suffering that has been part of their daily lives now for more than a century.
It’s late and it’s an early alarm day. I feel like I could have done all the subjects more justice given more time but I also feel it’s important that I hit post today otherwise it’s too little too late.