A life of whimsey

I was working in the garden the other day, dirty, hot, sweaty, and filled with aches that left me no doubt that I was approaching 60. I...

The busy spring season (and, let's face it, life in general) can get in the way of posting as things in the garden happen. But that's...

Here are the tulips, budded and full-blown, their swoops and dips, their gloss and poses, the satin of their darks.’ Margaret Atwood...

Growing up on B.C.’s west coast with it’s mild climate, I was used to spring starting early and winter coming late. There were very few...

As I sit at my desk this afternoon cool air drifts through an open patio door, bringing with it a hint of rain. The sweet smell of a...

Spring is Alberta can be elusive. Fickle even. One day the sun shines, the snow begins to melt and your heart warms. Spring is here! Then...

We are bursting at the seams these days. Plants have taken over nearly every corner of the house, not to mention all the other things...

No time to blog. No time to clean. No time to do dishes. No time to eat. (Unless it’s an ice cream sandwhich. I’ve been eating lots of...