I walked into the Anonymous Art Show this afternoon at the Burrard Market, hoping to find a painting by one of my favourite local artists, expecting to be wowed by well-crafted landscapes, meaningful abstracts. Maggie greeted us at the door with her signature smile, bright and genuine and enthusiastic. I walked up one side of … Continue reading Tale of a Small Town Cow
All’s Well That Ends Well
I started well. When I got up this morning, Hubby had lit the pellet stove before he left the house for work, so none of that early-morning chill for me...Who am I fooling? I don't do early mornings, I barely do mornings anymore. Still, it was some degree of morning and it was cozy, instead … Continue reading All’s Well That Ends Well
Goodbye Summer
September has come gently this year. Temperatures in the mid 20's (that's Celsius) and lovely, easy days. This morning I looked out the window and noted that the cottonwoods by the creek have just begun to turn. It's going to be another beautiful autumn. This summer was a weird one. No mosquitoes, no wildfire smoke, … Continue reading Goodbye Summer
Tasty Things That Go ‘Pop!’ in the Night
It's just a little past 1 o'clock in the morning. I'm sitting here listening for the sweet sweet sound of canning jars going 'pop!' as the lids seal. That's 5 so far, and each one gives me a little thrill. They're just 7 small jars of spiced crab apples, music to my ears. … Continue reading Tasty Things That Go ‘Pop!’ in the Night
Channeling My Inner Hippie
You know the old adage "what's got you so bent out of shape?" The answer is undoubtedly "two weeks on the road, living in a Westfalia!" I am not only bent, I feel downright tangled. I might have to admit that I'm getting a little long-in-the-tooth for this. We put on a lot of miles … Continue reading Channeling My Inner Hippie
the eighth plague
Earlier this week I drove to Fraser Lake. It was a beautiful hot and sunny day, so I got a lovely sunburn on my left arm and the left side of my face; only the left side, you know how that is. I had exited the house in such a hurry that I failed to … Continue reading the eighth plague
A Very Merry Un-birthday to Me!
It's somewhere past 10 o'clock on July 2nd and I'm excited to hear the putt-putt of SweetEsther pulling into the driveway at last. The day before, I had put my husband on a plane, headed to Vancouver to bring our 1982 Westfalia home from the Volkswagon mechanic where she had spent the past month getting … Continue reading A Very Merry Un-birthday to Me!
