The other day, I commented to Elizabeth at Welsh Hills Again that I loved her wonderful groupings, in her expansive garden, of naturalized daffodils, but that this appreciation was in contrast to my growing fatigue…
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Paul got delayed in Vancouver over the weekend (emergency childcare for a granddaughter; taking a daughter to visit his mother as she moves toward palliative care). I stayed on the island with my marking and…
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Today, the first day back to school, I defiantly pulled on my white jeans — gasp! post-Labour-Day white — and quickly found a good reason for the rule. Dirt roads + rain + bicycle =…
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Here she is. Our newest granddaughter, Francesca Rose, already going by the nickname Frankie. . . .Only 4 days old, she left the hospital yesterday. I’ve already managed close to an hour of holding her,…
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We’ve had two quiet days, just enough time to change the sheets and replenish the pantry, and now our son and daughter-in-law are here for a couple of nights. What a beautiful time and place…
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