Beautiful Dreamer

The day after a snowstorm, when the snow has been deep and crisp and even, is very often beautiful. It is more beautiful still when the breaking day reveals the sun’s rays and the whole landscape glows with the newness of snow and the brilliance of post-tempest release. Today I drove down to Pouch Cove…

An uneasy truce

After an incident the other night, in which a testudine tail was knocked awry by a somewhat vigorous bleater and required immediate surgery with superglue, I decided that enough was enough. While the turtle was in recovery, I brought in a mediator. He was a man (I think. Could be wrong.) of wisdom and sagacity,…

Snow Day

The schools called mid-morning to let us know that they would like us to come and collect our kids at lunch-time. So I trundled off in the snow and remembered to bring my camera along for the walk. The snow is falling in big, fat clumps of flakes and it is perfectly quiet out there….

“And I say way-hey-hey, it’s just an ordinary day…

…and it’s all your state of mind.” – “Ordinary Day” by Great Big Sea It’s Tuesday. I’ve always liked Tuesdays. They haven’t the lethargy-franticness dichotomy of Mondays, but aren’t yet to the exhausted anticipation that typifies a Friday. Tuesdays are a day for getting things done. Today I am plying and then carding some more….

Monday morning momentum missing

Kick-starting the week is harder in winter. In summer, I leap out of bed, game for just about anything, but this is January. January and February are the months in which I officially celebrate the wonder that is coffee. I also get myself the heck out of the house as much as possible, which seems…