Weather what?

It started out as a wordless Wednesday walk post, but time even ran away from me on a wordless post. Then I thought ah, Thursday doors, but again, it didn’t make it to the top of the list. So then I thought a Friday finish with doors being a metaphor for something? How about if the doors tied into my reading and I did a #what’sonyourbookshelf? Or do I just throw up my hands and say “what a week” and give it up and hit delete?

#Sundaystills Sweet snippets

“Look, Mommy, the moon is half grown,” stated a clean but tired 4 year old. We were walking back from the camp bathroom. It was, I recall, a stellar camping weekend with friends. I’m unsure what lake we were at or what we ate but I remember her warm small hand in mine as we walked back.

33 links to hope

365 days ago, I felt that hope was hidden, and so it became my focus word. It’s been a good focal point as the year flashes by.

Thursday thoughts

Take care of your memories, for you can not relive them.

Bob Dylan

I reviewed 2022 as I wrote our Christmas letter and thought about the year that is passing and the memories I will carry forward from it.

Definitely Not a Code Brown!

Inside joke for hospital workers is to take the WHMIS code brown (which stands for “in facility hazardous spill”) and make it mean something else. Any guesses?

Trailing it…

I feel incredibly blessed to have many walking trails right outside our back door and through The Gateway. Even when we lived in the city I sought out the nature walks along the river. It grounds me even if the trail is hard slugging (think tall tall grasses or deep deep snow) or hard to find (mostly cow and deer trails and sometimes they disappear). I love to take my littles on a walk and they love to go. There is always something new to see even, when one walks the same area regularly, if observant and mindful. Plus it seems I sort out a lot of mental headspace when I walk.

V Formation

The gentle raindrops fell from a heavy grey sky. It’s felt like the radical weather change had arrived to signal a departure.

Thankful for Cranberries

This is a true story about my Nanna and my cranberrry chutney. Not together but the threads tie it up like a trussed turkey.

#Sundaystills S’More Summer

I’m going to go for the trifecta of challenges here. The stars aligned up or the maybe it was a shooting star that bolstered productivity?

First up it’s summer. I am totally in denial that it’s only vaguely twilight at 4 am. Dusk doesn’t allow as much task or walk time as I wish but I am pretending it’s only because we eat supper so late. Which lead me to the first and second challenges. What’s on your plate in the summer?

Week(end) at Bernie’s

For years the guys at work teased me about having a Weekend at Bernie’s. About 5 years ago I finally watched the movie. Dead guys weigh a lot more than he did is all I’m going to say on that subject. As to a real weekend at Bernie’s…spoiler alert. No one died. No one was even spoilt!