The State of the Union…. undressed? redressed?

Toad Lilies Photos by VickyTH. There are times in a marriage when you realise that somehow, you’ve made the right choice in a partner. (There are other times when you want to dig their crusty, smelly socks out from under the chair and put them somewhere unlit, but this blog entry isn’t about those times.)…

Serendipitous weekend

butterflies on butterfly bush Photos by VickyTH. The weekend started out rotten. John was exhausted after yet another long week and we both woke up Saturday morning feeling crabby. The sky was grey and unpromising and the day was full of a thousand things that needed doing by four o’clock. To top it all off,…

Kicking of self in the pants

It’s actually harder than it looks, especially if you don’t settle for the heel-kicking action. A good, solid instep kick in the behind is truly impossible to achieve for yourself, which is why most of us need a catalyst (really desperate cases need a catapult, but I’m not quite there yet). Last week Sharon LeRiche…

Waiting….

Waiting… Photos by VickyTH. … for the weekend. I know it’ll be a busy one and that both John and I have to work at various points during it, but this is just one of those weeks during which I more or less kept my sights on Friday afternoon. That’s not to say I did…

New Brunswick

harvest Photos by VickyTH. Rooting through boxes of junk in the basement and sorting through old photos brings back all sorts of memories. John and I were discussing New Brunswick the other day, specifically in reference to the Fundy Footpath, a trail we hiked together on the Labour Day weekend of 2000. We both agreed…