After I wrote about Randall Maggs’ captivating collection of hockey poems, Night Work, the other day, I asked his publisher, Kitty Lewis (who had left a gracious thank-you comment at the post) if I might…
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You remember my recently-knit silk scarf, don’t you? I thought I’d show you how closely related its colours are to my surroundings. Here’s the beach in front of our house: This yew tree trunk has…
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I was very lucky, growing up. I lived in New Westminster, a small city just outside Vancouver, BC, and although the population then was just 40,000, our library had an impressive retinue of professional librarians…
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Admittedly, the above is not a particularly convincing photo, but it’s meant to show you that the “strawberries” on my Arbutus uneda (Strawberry tree) are plumping up and changing colour. While I’ve had berries on…
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When I proposed to Pater that we could each spend today in our respective cities — rather than take advantage of the day off work for him to travel back here — I felt more…
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