I was the little girl who would ask her parents to pull over onto the side of the road so she could take a picture of a particularly dramatic sunset. I was the kid who would spend half an hour eating an ice cream sandwich, savouring each sweet sweep of the tongue. I wandered in […]
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Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them. –A.A. Milne
Sometimes things are too ridiculously magical to be real. On a warm summer night this week, butterflies danced around the lilac blossoms. This tree had nearly a dozen butterflies surrounding it, visiting the flowers and then chasing each other through the air. The scene could have been ripped off from Disney. As if that […]
Sideways light, a soft sandy road, dramatic clouds, and trees ready to burst. On the first Saturday in May, these are the things that matter.
On a frosty winter morning, when the sides of my nostrils stick together and I’m trundling in the dark through deep snow to get to steam-emitting critters, I will remember this cool August morning: standing in the doorway of the barn with a full milk pail in my hand and silvery dew on the grass […]
Canola in the sideways light? A thick canopy of graceful clouds? Gorgeous-smelling post-storm air? Don’t mind if I do!
These summer days are passing so quickly. There’s so much work to do ALL the time. It can be a bit overwhelming, and sometimes–though these moments are fleeting–we feel a slight pang for the days when we lived in a city and spent our evenings lazing about, our mornings chore-free and meandering. Then I wake […]