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5.24.26 I woke up the other morning feeling odd. Well, odd is not really an apt description, maybe I should use the words indifferent, apathetic, listless, dumpy or plain old lazy. Usually, as soon as I open my eyes, I am awake. Not being one as a rule to enter the new day slowly and… Continue reading One Bite at a Time.

5.10.26 In some ways it feels as if the past few weeks have flown by. Here we are only a few days away from the middle of May and yet it seems as if the middle of March was just a few weeks ago. The EMR (Emergency Medical Responder) class that I began on March… Continue reading A Spring Morning.

4.4.26 What an interesting and yes, in a way, rewarding past couple of weeks it has been. Mother Nature has been in a topsy turvy mood, throwing everything at us from glorious days that remind you of summer to the next day pelting you with snow and bitter cold wind. Typical spring for sure! In… Continue reading Working the Woodlot

3.15.26 There truly is something special about this time of year. I like to call it The Greening. The time of year when spring is just around the corner and Mother Nature cannot decide if she wants us to pile layers of clothes on or take them off! One minute the skies are blue, and… Continue reading The Greening

2.8.26 The gentle sound of a steady rain woke me up this morning. A very welcome sound. As I lay in bed thinking about what the day ahead had in store for me, I listened to the soft rain and felt thankful for it. “It’s finally raining, dearest,” I said as I gently touched the… Continue reading The Old Hat

1.18.26 The other morning, I woke up in tears. As I lay there feeling the dampness on my cheek and pillow, I asked myself how I could go on. Reaching for the light switch and my glasses, the first thing that came into focus was the picture of my dearest that sits on my bedside… Continue reading Grateful Not Grudgeful.

12.28.25 Christmas was a very tearful one this year. I knew it would be. Those dear folks I know who have lost their life partners themselves, told me so. They told me the “firsts” were the worst. First Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first birthday etcetera, etcetera. I thought I was prepared, but I was not. The… Continue reading The Empty Plate

12.7.25 There is a steady rain falling this morning as I find myself wide awake a little after four o’clock. Behind the clouds the moon shines brightly, casting a ghostly illumination over everything. Despite the power being off, there is enough light for me to make my way into the living room where I kindle… Continue reading The Widow’s Touch.

11.16.25 Yesterday was the Condon Fall Festival Bazaar, an event Darrell and I have been going to for years, usually the first Christmas bazaar of the season for us. I almost did not go despite having booked two tables. Instead, I wanted to just stay home where I felt safe. Where I could be a… Continue reading One Step Forward

11.8.25 There is a beautiful sky out there this morning. Tinges of pink and peach herald another fine day. My first cup of tea is on the brew, a fire crackling away in the old wood cooker and Bonnie contentedly curled up on her blanket in the living room. As I look over at the… Continue reading Turning of the Page