This year I have surpassed previous records for the number of lake swims I have enjoyed in my beautiful Waltons Lake. My first swim this season was on May 28th. By July 2nd I had only reached #10 and it was during that swim that I decided I would swim every day rain...
Perhaps this entry is about gratitude. Perhaps it is about family. Perhaps it is about memory and simple acts of kindness. Let's see where it goes on this gorgeous August morning. I used to keep a summer journal documenting garden challenges and successes,...
Why as human beings are we so slow to learn? The other day it occurred to me that we are always on a very steep learning curve and the lessons don't seem to come quickly or easily. As kids we enter our double digits and in those ten years we are bombarded with...
August 10th is a memorable day for me. It was on this day thirteen years ago that I got the phone call telling me The Year Mrs. Montague Cried had won first place in the Y/A category of the Atlantic Writing Competition. I had been out feeding chickens and realized it...
Yesterday when out and about I heard a woman answer inquiries as to how she was, with the statement ' just living the dream'. Living the dream, a slightly sarcastic evaluation clouded with discontent and elements of poor me. Maybe that is how she meant it. Maybe not....
I am writing on a cold and damp Monday morning . The heat is on and the ground is lapping up the much needed moisture. A week of fear, uncertainty in our province and neighboring provinces have reminded us of nature's power and our powerlessness over it. It also...