#Sundaystills Right out My Door

I was going to skip this last week for a large number of reasons (and indeed may be already too late to link up) with the Sunday stills theme of the great outdoo

But…this week the theme was front and center at Nan’s house. I had enrolled my “littles” in at Timbernook for a session called “Little Wild Ones”.  This international outdoor school has a location literally right across the road from me; 1.5 km down a big hill. Our outdoor adventure included getting there.

Wordless Wednesday This Week

Tattered and torn

Hill Tops to the bottom

I sit here quietly on top of the hill. The wind rustles through the aspen grove and the meadowlark’s call seems forlorn today.

#SundayStills Summer Solstice 21

It’s long been “my thing” and I am teaching my grandchildren to stop and appreciate the sunsets as well.

Wordless Wednesday – What Was

What was… once
“Remnants” of first Nations lands

What was… once
Now “remnants” of settlers lives

Celestial signs – it’s time

I’ve been silent for a while; pondering, listening and learning. Perhaps I can pull it all together cohesively into a post. I am willing to give it a shot because it’s about acknowledgement and  reconciliation.

No elephants here

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.

By the God Yeezys

My mother couldn’t cook when she got married. Rather an odd state of affairs in the 50’s but there you have it. The long story about why can be found here in the Legacy of May Honey post. Stories abound in the older cousins about the things my mom made that didn’t turn out.

Remembrance Season

I’ve said it before but it bears repeating. Somehow our current society goes straight from Halloween to Christmas and skips Remembrance Day and this is wrong.

Will it stand the test of time?

This post has taken me the entire fall to pull together. Once I got the images organized turns out I couldn’t get the words to flow. Which is weird as it’s a subject I’m passionate about but perhaps it’s because I’m trying to take a dispassionate look at it.