I just finished my lunch. I sat outside on the front steps and had my sandwich (if you’re curious… it was tofu, sliced pickles, sliced cucumbers, mustard and greens on sourdough), while Poppy was snoozing in the grass, in the shady part of …well, her own garden, I supposed, since that’s what I called it in the last post. I sat, ate and observed the garden, including the gentle pup paw sleep twitches (she does that during sleep, which always reminds me of my boys’ tiny little sleep twitches when they were little).
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It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Well, today it felt like a good day to pick it up once more. A bit of reflection worth sharing.
The sun eclipse was unfolding as I started writing this. It’s been, as they say, the talk of the town – the internet world, that is, for the last couple of weeks. The town of Niagara Falls has declared a state of emergency last Thursday because of the expected influx of at least one million people coming to witness the event that happens once every 375 years.
Here’s a thought that will make you say ‘well, that’s a cliché.’ And it is, perhaps. It goes like this: ‘it’s easy to be grateful when things are going great.’ Right? (I’ve warned you, didn’t I?)
How often do you pick up a book and read with such delight that you forget about time and push a few less urgent items from your to-do list just you can keep reading?
Chances are, not often (unless you have somehow cracked the code, in which case I will politely invite you to share your secret.) For the rest of us, however, it’s a treat.
My (now) occasional columns are originally published on the Armchair Mayor News, this one included.
I saw the tiniest hummingbird the other day, while on the morning hike. No bigger than a (small) dandelion flower, it was hovering around a Saskatoon bush. I got home and promptly put up the red hummingbird feeder in the backyard.
I wrote this back in 2016 and it’s just as relevant today. Of course, little boy was being dropped off to Forest School back then, and now he is a teenager taking himself places. But the rest is all there…
It’s only fitting that the robin came flying by the side of the car as I am driving slowly on the dirt road after I dropped little boy off for Forest School somewhere in the grasslands for a day of exploring.
It is March 8th, and that’s Mother’s Day back where I was born.
No bells and whistles, no marketing campaigns to make you buy this and that for mom. Flowers, yes, the grownup men bought flowers for their wives, and kids like me picked snowdrops, tied them with a nice little ribbon and presented them to Mom. No Hallmark cards, but carefully hand drawn cards featuring snowdrops as well. They were easy to draw and the earliest of all flowers. I always thought that was quite a feat for how fragile they looked.