I asked my maternal grandmother once what her childhood Christmasses were like, whether, on the farm in a deep Manitoba cold just into the 20th century, she had received many, or any, gifts. Sometimes an…
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A page from my Portland travel journalling — note my reference, top of page, to March 22nd, all over again. So strange, that I’d experienced the day before as March 22nd, made that entry in…
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I wrote several hundred words of a post trying to explain why I’m having trouble blogging recently, but have left it uncompleted and in draft form for now, for fear of boring you. Instead, I’ll…
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For today’s post, let me just tell you that I’ve begun keeping a Garden Journal, trying to do a quick sketch and write a few words about what’s happening out on the terrace. I began…
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1. It’s sunny today, with that brisk wind that often comes along to sweep the gloom out of the way. Very welcome as yesterday the skies poured and poured and poured out buckets, and I…
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