Jan. 1, 2022 an artist once told K about the colours one can see – the painter’s colours, group of seven purples and oranges – not just the greens and blues that are more blatant. thank you, to that artist. you have taught us see more colour, even in grey january. the old barn…

 Dec. 31 ” – covid-19 is out there and we need to continue with the sticks and stones of masks and isolation to keep it at bay. ” mumma yaga, 201231 A year ago…  ** This is the upper pond, running, though it’s shallow. There are only a few hours left. I listen to a…

 Dec. 26 https://youtu.be/WhJ1MDfvix4  A little song about handedness in plants, by Flanders and Swann. even yo-yos…  Are you left-handed? Try spending the day right-handed. Door knobs, lamp switches, can openers, everything, is so easy to work! If you are right-handed, and curious, try spending the day left-handed. It is no wonder left-handed people check locks,…

Dec. 23  Covid Day 653   These are the days of covid, and I realized that I have no idea what K and I would “normally” be doing at this time of the year. He is happy to be here, and I am, too. Only I wonder if I would have wanted to be together…

 Dec. 20 Christmas – I like the creche, nativity scene. manger scene – this last was what we called it at home. I love the romance of the wise people, the shepherds who showed up, the animals in the stable, the yellow hay and the yellow star and the angel. I love the poem, The…

Dec. 10 Long, long ago, when my children were quite little, I explained something important to them: ” You can always come to me and tell me anything and I will help you as best as I can. Just come and tell me,”, I said, ” but, if it’s bad news, preface it by saying,…

 Dec. 7 Last night the wind howled around the house, and roared down the ridge like an aeroplane coming down to land. The Adirondack chairs were blown right off the porch. ***** When I lived in Edmonton, I had my own office in a small business, a few of us did, my boss and two…

 it was the imposter syndrome – * i felt unreal, unworthy, pretending  but this is real – there is only me.  I live on a hill and my dog is dead  buried on the hill. clothes that i have acquired blind esoteric garments once bought for a minor persona “rags and feathers from salvation army…

 nov. 28 Snow, and a blue sky this morning. The plow guy even came before we arrived yesterday. ***** Yesterday: We went in the ditch. Drove home from Toronto, left early to be sure and arrive in the daylight; the traffic was light and the drive was uneventful until we stopped to check the mailbox…

 Nov. 8 A cord of firewood was delivered last week and K stacked it over the next two days, “In case it rained”, he said, though we had a tarp for that eventuality. Zen and the art of perfectly stacked firewood! We were supposed to leave the stacking for Tal to do, but when he…