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April 18, 2018
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Strip away the gadgets and the techniques, the books and the magazines and the soil test kits, and what you’re left with, at the end of the day, is this: a stretch of freshly turned dirt, a handful of seeds scratched into the surface, and a marker to remember where they went. It is at
April 17, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Snow in April is abominable,” said Anne. “Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.” L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside I wake with a sore throat and a stuffy head. It’s been years since I had a cold and one shows up now when it should be warm and sunny and I
April 16, 2018
Monday, April 16, 2018
Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts. Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle So gradual is the
April 15, 2018
Sunday, April 15, 2018
The question is not what you look at, but what you see. Henry David Thoreau I see gray. Again. It could be—actually it is, let’s be honest—a tad discouraging that spring in all her warm and sunny splendour is so tardy this year. But yesterday I saw pea sprouts in someone’s plot at the community
April 14, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018 – A Writer’s High Calling
I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real”life again at last. That is what is strange—that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life unless there is time alone in which to explore and to discover what is happening or has happened. Without the interruptions, nourishing and
April 13, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
The house was very quiet, and the fog … pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost. E.M. Forster, Howards End I’m feeling depleted and uninspired and think I will skip posting again today. Then I come across these words, and a description of fog as being “pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost”,
April 12, 2018
Thursday, April 12, 2018
Faithful one, so unchanging Ageless one, you’re my rock of peace Brian Doerksen, Faithful One Yesterday, I woke up thinking it was Tuesday; this morning I thought it was Friday. I’m a creature of habit and when life hits an unexpected bump, as it did early this week, it takes a toll physically and mentally.
April 9, 2018
Monday, April 9, 2018
We gardeners are healthy, joyous, natural creatures. We are practical, patient, optimistic. We declare our optimism every year, every season, with every act of planting. Carol Deppe, The Resilient Gardener: Food Production and Self-Reliance in Uncertain Times Today’s the day: a sunshiny and warm one and—best of all—a gardening one. I’m looking forward to spending
April 8, 2018
Sunday, April 8, 2018 – Just Listen
Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply. Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People Sometimes I experience the so-called “art of conversation” like an assault. I struggle in my quiet awkwardness to contribute to a volley of words in which my opponent,
All will be well and all will be well and every kind of thing shall be well. Julian of Norwich Nightmares. I wake from a night where more than one of them assaulted my rest. From the nest we made in the living room, where our mattress is laid out temporarily, I hear the hum
