April 10 In February, my daughter asked me to make her a gift for a friend. It was to be a “shrine”: a small object to be a focus for meditation. I talked a bit about its conception and creation in an earlier post, (220301 bread road shrine) and now that the gift is given,…

 April 4 The little calfs leapt away to hide when I stopped to look at them! These are at the chicken woman’s farm. *****  My thoughts, living here, retired, covid-retired and post-illness, are used to being slow, methodical and mindful, though still, it seems, busy. Saturday morning, half-way through our walk, Rocky was out of…

Mar. 27  This morning, spring snow, won’t stay, but it’s a bit cold for rain…  Trickster beech in the snow.      Rocky and the camp road. The second pond, today: Ponds on the ridge. They have formed among tree roots and stones. It is Sunday so there is no business to see to. I…

 Mar. 24 The first sunrise of spring: I should have accepted this as a good sign for the week; I will accept it now as an omen of a good spring. I am thankful for a safe end to a stressful week. On Thursday we were double-booked: Rain had an errand in Magog, forty-five minutes…

 Mar. 17 Spring is coming, the ridge stream is running. I have been old and walked with a cane. I was in pain, and on pain medicines, not able to function. For the first time since I was a child, I needed to be looked after, even my medicine regime was done for me by…

 Mar. 11 The Cooper’s Hawk, who lived on our street with her family in 2020.  April 15, 2020 Poor Rizzo!  Highway 427, Northbound, March 19, 2020, 11:50 a.m. The world changed almost overnight. Two years, since W.H.O. declared Covid 19 a pandemic on this date, 2020. I suspected it was the real thing on March…

Mar. 10 Rocky and I were out early this morning; the walk was easy, the snow a hard walkable crust. Creatures’ paw prints are everywhere: rabbits, little mice and a very little set, vole, perhaps, and coyotes or bobcats. It feels like a “waiting day”, with clouds, disorganized, straggling east on a slow wind, pale…

 Mar. 9 Dragon in the sky.  I asked for a sign. We had a thaw on Sunday and Monday. The temperature rose to 12 degrees and the creeks and springs began to run. Here is the swamp by the split rock and the plinth: later: Rocky is a good companion.  “She was there in the…

 Mar. 2  seasons how impossible (implausible) when the snow falls around you  the sun is a pale star fields are cloaked in white and trees are  black naked limbs reaching and it is cold and you hold to your breast the coat and wrap to protect  yourself, to remember the summer hot and the sky too…

 Mar. 1 Rocky and I have had our morning walk. A dog, and a human too, I guess, need some physical exercise outside, to be happy through the day, and healthy. A walk calms a dog, tires him and he is content afterwards to relax and enjoy quiet time while you get on with your…