I just found this thing I wrote a few years ago. How prophetic I was! ___ April, 2010 Today I walked to the river with my best girl’s daughter. She held my hand and kicked up little clouds of dust with her shoes as we strolled through back alleys on the way to the water. [...]
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Hello, longer days. You will defeat the snow eventually.
It was a fine September morning when we backed the truck up to the pen where our wether sheep, Guinness, was feasting on tall grass. There was a fine layer of frost on the grass, but not enough to damage the garden, and the dew on the tomatoes shone in the morning light. Iris waited [...]
…that transforms everything.
As we drove home with our new tiny human, the first thing my just-pushed-a-baby-out brain picked up on was the canola fields. A solid green mass on my way into the hospital, they were in full bloom on our way home. After the muted tones of the hospital–the pale green pallor that tints everything inside [...]
There are already scads of green tomatoes in our raised bed of glory. And there are clearly more on the way. If all works out, we will be able to actually bathe in tomatoes every night for a week and still have enough to top our salads with. I have been dreaming of the glorious [...]
After letting them stare longingly at the lush green grass growing on the other side of the pen, we finally let the grazers out onto the pasture. They are happy. And, with sun sparkling on the river and green leaves on high, so are the humans.
Fencing last weekend, we were reminded that amid all the breaking down of life all around us, deep autumn still had its surprises.
Between figuring out fencing for the new ram and needing to dig up potatoes and preserve carrots and get the garden ready for winter, not to mention acquiring firewood and hay, we’re kind of freaking out. It’s the last big push before the mandatory lull of winter, and it’s going to be madness. But in [...]
Once upon a time, there was a bearded man who lived in Edmonton. He spent his days in a high-rise apartment overlooking Jasper Avenue and didn’t often leave the city. One day this man met a girl and together they went for long walks in the river valley, watching thunderstorms on the hillside. He listened [...]