Precious Moments Become Precious Memories
I know I’ve often written about trips down memory lane! Perhaps it’s because memories are built into all of us. They help define who we are, where we’ve journeyed over the years, who we’ve met, and what we’ve attained. To lure me into thinking further on this subject, a recent memory post by Facebook on my page took me back to 2012 when I did a 17-day book tour/speaking engagement on the East Coast (A detailed post of that trip can be found in my September, 2012 blog...
Read MoreThe One Who Created it All
As I write this, my husband and I are enjoying a much anticipated visit with our son and daughter-in-law in the States. I came prepared to enjoy warmer days, having left behind piles of snow and freezing weather with great pleasure. Let’s face it, living through Ontario winters makes it very easy to seek sunshine that feeds buds on trees, encourages birds to express their morning wake-up call—much to the chagrin of some!— and makes sitting in a pool of sunshine a welcome treat. I think by...
Read MoreRemembering Not To Forget
Determined isn’t a strong enough word! Driven? Perhaps. Obsessed? Most definitely. And its unrelenting behaviour proved it would never forgetful! The squirrel had made its intentions known: it wanted the food in the bird feeder and would not stop until it succeeded in getting it! But the bird bath was too far from the feeder, as was the light post. The Nine Bark bush would not support the creature’s weight. And the pole that held the feeder sported a metal, inverted cone that prevented...
Read MoreSpring…Did It Really Arrive?
Three weeks ago I watched four robins hop from spot to spot looking for their breakfast. I smiled and quietly whispered, Spring! Finally! Why? Because seeing a robin in mid March or hearing its chirping in the wee hours of the morning is a promise that winter is coming to an end! And I’m all for that! Even so, a couple of days later, I watched in dismay as a couple of robins sat noticeably puffed up in the tree outside our balcony window when the weather took a nasty turn. But the change of...
Read MoreOut of the Mouths of Babes!
“Does a tree cry? Will it hurt when it’s cut?” At this question, he looked at the band-aid on his index finger. “Are we being mean?” The questions from my three-year-old kept coming, unhindered by the thought that they were silly or that I’d laugh at him. As it was, I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn’t help thinking, Out of the mouths of babes, as we watched our 300-year-old Manitoba Maple lose it’s battle with a chain saw. As far as I was concerned, it was a...
Read MoreRiver Rules and Thankfulness
Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I’m drawn to the season and the beauty that we ‘northerners’ are privileged to enjoy. Of course one cannot but look in awe at the colours or feel a bite in the changed temperature—all part of the season—but are we not supposed to consider those things for which we should be thankful? When I began to make a list, I found it difficult to know where to begin, so, I began with this… a wonderful visit with my childhood friend a couple of...
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