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My daily draw/watercolour. Day 97 of #the100dayproject. Team Martha and Lia. I hope they approve. Somehow I’ve made Lia look like a teenager. She grew up fast! Sometimes I have no control of the outcome.Baking bread. Of comfort and joy on a cool rainy and snowy day. The snow was short lived. I ate 2 slices.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 96 of #the100dayproject. Reading - from a photo I saw and love of a FB page. I adore these 2 friends and the story they are telling.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 95 of #the100dayproject. My Valentine’s bouquet is long past due. Now that I’ve captured it, I can let it go. As you can see, my table is in its usual mess.A memory of Sheba checking out squirrels up the tree. She left us 2 years ago yesterday.Our very last squash from fall harvest. A Sweet Mama. Will be part of soup for lunch. I will add radish greens from the greenhouse to the mix. A cool morning. We had a bit of rain overnight. There’s forecast of minus night temps later in the week. I wonder what kind of summer we will have this year.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 94 of #the100dayproject Trying something outside my usual. I love flowers but not fond of painting them because they are not easy.Caught the culprit - scarlet lily beetle snacking on my plant. I did away with it. I hear they can eat up all your lilies. Good thing they don’t care for day lilies.Tulips in bloom.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 93 of #the100dayproject. Ghanaian youths posing for my camera 2011. These are children of colour as I am a woman of colour. I’m thinking of the shooting in Buffalo where black people were targeted by an 18 year old white boy. Ten people were killed. I wonder when he had time to learn to hate.Instagram
My daily draw/watercolour. Day 97 of #the100dayproject. Team Martha and Lia. I hope they approve. Somehow I’ve made Lia look like a teenager. She grew up fast! Sometimes I have no control of the outcome.Baking bread. Of comfort and joy on a cool rainy and snowy day. The snow was short lived. I ate 2 slices.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 96 of #the100dayproject. Reading - from a photo I saw and love of a FB page. I adore these 2 friends and the story they are telling.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 95 of #the100dayproject. My Valentine’s bouquet is long past due. Now that I’ve captured it, I can let it go. As you can see, my table is in its usual mess.A memory of Sheba checking out squirrels up the tree. She left us 2 years ago yesterday.Our very last squash from fall harvest. A Sweet Mama. Will be part of soup for lunch. I will add radish greens from the greenhouse to the mix. A cool morning. We had a bit of rain overnight. There’s forecast of minus night temps later in the week. I wonder what kind of summer we will have this year.
Tag Archives: stories
ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE
Day 24 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I’m always happy to share another cup of coffee with the community. There’s something so warm and soothing sharing coffee and conversation with someone who’s truly with you in the moment. It’s like … Continue reading →
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EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT
It’s a cool damp day with gentle snow that melts on the way down. No sun at all. The greenhouse has been able to keep the temperature above 0. It reached the high of 11.5℃ but is now on the … Continue reading →
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Tagged dreary day, everything is going to be all right, family, greenhouse, grieve, history, life, stories, third uncle, writing
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STAND TALL
The jukebox is playing in my head again. It’s been playing Burton Cumming’s Stand Tall all day. I wonder if it’s a message for me. Hmmm. I‘m trying. I have been standing tall all my life and alone. Well, since … Continue reading →
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Tagged autonomy, guilt, independence, juke box, life, stand tall, stories, suffering, temperament, writing
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LET’S TALK ABOUT IT
My morning self is a more positive side even in this sea of grief that we are presently in. At some point last night, I had to stop watching the vigil honouring the Humboldt Broncos. Otherwise, it would be difficult … Continue reading →
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Tagged accidents, counselling, emotional and psychological support, Humboldt Broncos, let's talk about it, life, sadness, sit and listen, stories, trauma, vigil, writing
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THE LADY WITH THE TORCH
I was never one of the nurses who counted down the years, months, weeks, days, hours, the minutes till retirement. I think I must have loved my job. If it was so intolerable that I have to do the counting, … Continue reading →
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Tagged assertive, developing confidence, Florence Nightingale, in the night, life, nursing, PTSD, Retirement, stories, the lady with the torch, writing
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COME SATURDAYS
Saturdays have always been my favourite day of the week as far back as I can remember. One of my chores was to dust on Saturday. The sun lit up the dust on top of the chest of drawers that … Continue reading →
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Tagged chores, life, memories, Saturdays, sewing machines, stories, visiting my mother, writing
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A DIFFERENT STORY – Day 74 in a year of…
Day 74, October 4, 2016 @10:00 am Mornings are still dark at 7 am. I’m slow at rising. I’m slow at putting on my morning face and coming to the keyboard. I diddle and daddle. Finally I put on makeup, … Continue reading →
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COURAGE – Day 40 in a year of …..
Day 40, August 31, 2016 @8:36 pm Sometimes I feel I’ve been in denial and fear most of my life. This is my brave moment – the awaking and seeing clearly and acknowledging. It is a great moment. At last, … Continue reading →
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DEAR RUTH
Here I am, a little later and slower than yesterday. Some days are harder/easier, slower/faster than others. It’s taken me this while to show up for myself. Saving the best for the last as the saying goes. But that’s just … Continue reading →
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Tagged Dear Ruth, letter, life, neighbours, stories, wisdom in retrospect, writing
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AND THE BEAT GOES ON
It is exactly Frinday and time for Friday Fictioneers. We gather each week to tell our stories of approximately 100 words inspired by a photo prompt. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my 100 … Continue reading →
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Tagged Friday Fictioneers, inepitude, lost, manual, stories, the beat goes on, writing
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