No Floral Scent

#SundayStills challenge is a real challenge here where not much is blooming at this time of year. So I decided to do a bit of a retrospective floral show with a bit of a surprise twist at the end.

A small dot //In a red chair

There is nothing like spending time in an ancient gorge to make you realize that our time on earth is a drop in the bucket. Our lives but a small dot compared to that majesty of the earth.

My Boy Scout

We are definitely not morning people. So after a nice relaxing start to the day we packed lunch and headed out the door. It wasn’t warm and fresh snow adorned the mountains.

Back up slowly..

We I reviewed the basic guidelines and off we went. Little did we know that we’d have to actually put those into use.

#Sundaystills rural mural

My granddaughter is hugely into rhyming these days so I think she would like the title of today’s post. I rather wish she had been with me during my drive-by shooting that inspired this post but alas she declined to go on a roadtrip with Nan.

#Sundaystills shapes

The theme this week is geometry. Which lead me to right angle triangles and trigonometry and how that was NOT my thing. At all. But, and it’s a good but, my best friend totally got it. So much so that she taught it to me, one of many reasons I still love her. Not surprising that she ended up as a high school math teacher; one that students gave many accolades to.

Covid in the Rearview mirror

The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.

#SundayStills at home but away…

Getting on board again (pun intended) with this week’s blogging challenge which is about our favourite vacation spots.

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This is a fictional story; brought about by my wondering what you would do if you had no where to come home to even though Canada was home. It’s been brewing in my head since March. She’s changed her name and her job a few times since my original idea but the conflict she faced stayed the same. But she was always tall just because I could make her so!

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This is a fictional story; brought about by my wondering what you would do if you had no where to come home to even though Canada was home. It’s been brewing in my head since March. She’s changed her name and her job a few times since my original idea but the conflict she faced stayed the same. But she was always tall just because I could make her so!

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