Linda Hoye's Blog, page 41

A woman, by a river, indestructible.

Home again, home again, jiggety jig. After taking in Makiya’s play; enjoying good conversation with Laurinda and her friend, Christina; bracketed by two days of driving; I’m happy to be home. My mom used to say that it’s nice to go away but it’s nicer to come home. She was right. I just couldn’t do

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The Morning After . . . and Friday’s Fave Five

I’m in the living room at my daughter’s house. It’s early, and Daughter and Granddaughter are still sleeping. The only sound is that of the refrigerator running and my fingers tapping on the keyboard. I’m enjoying the first quiet moments of the day to gather my thoughts and offer prayer while I wait for Starbucks

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Bring on Fall

Yesterday, I pulled on a long sleeved shirt and put a little t-shirt on Murphy before we went out. The hottest days of summer are behind us. We’re into a cooling trend (it was 10C / 50F when I got up this morning) and we enjoyed a smattering of rain the other day (please, oh please,

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There’s A Tiger in the Backyard

We’re taking the pups outside to the ash-covered backyard. Maya and Murphy race past me and, thinking Gerry’s right behind me, I leave the door open. We can’t leave the door open for long or smoke creeps in, so I quickly look behind me and see he’s not there. ”I thought you were right behind

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What if?

What if? What if the birds put the word out that three of the past five summers have been different around here? Nests burned fledglings perished and cries from fleeing fauna and flaming flora left indelible impressions on avian brains. So they put the word out. To those who migrate: don’t return. Find another, safer

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Saturday Morning

By the time I finish watering the garden, my head aches, my eyes are sore, and there’s that irritation in the back of my throat again. It is a hasty watering. I look past the odd weed and ignore the pruning and thinning and general tidying up I should tend to. Just enough. That’s become

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The Simple Woman’s Daybook – July/August

For Today Looking out my window I see smoke. Again. I was just outside with the dogs and it’s thick enough to smell. Not as thick as it has been but, according to the air quality index, it’s high risk and unhealthy to be outside for long. Sigh. Another ibndoor day. There have been so

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Friday’s Fave Five – August 13

It’s been a week of fits and starts and uncertainty but here we are at the end of it, taking time to look back at some good things from the week that was with another Friday’s Fave Five post. Here we go. Gerry’s annual salmon fishing trip. We weren’t sure it was going to happen

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Seasonal Shift

I transform 25 pounds of field tomatoes into a dozen beautiful jars of tomato soup and roast two trays of Black Krims and I am exhausted. Absolutely spent. Once upon a time I could easily can 50 pounds of tomatoes in one day and, aside from a sore back and feet, still have a measure

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To Everything There is a Season

Like my gardening mojo, my canning mojo is in short supply this year too. Nevertheless, there are things to do, and this weekend it’s tomato soup time. Other than jam, this will be the first canning I’ve done this summer. Crazy, when I think about previous years, but there it is. This year is different. The

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