Keeping a weather eye

I don’t really mind Mondays. There, I’ve said it. I rather enjoy the knowledge that if there’s a mountain of stuff waiting to be done (and there always is, it’s called “Life”), I have a full five weekdays to get it tackled before the weekend hits. If you’re going to be inundated with work, having…

Larger than Life

I wanted to take a photo of this statue, of Terry Fox, but struggled for a bit on finding a unique angle. Lots of folks have been to see it in recent weeks, since it was unveiled and getting an original take is a little tricky. In the end, I selected a fairly tame, yet…

Joy comes in all sizes

In our house, new socks signify joy, especially new socks made from hand-dyed and hand-spun wool. When you make clothing for your child, you become acutely aware of how they grow. Socks are a particularly good barometer for growth because foot size changes so gradually (by comparison with height, for instance). You can knit along…

Dude will never get cold feet

Strangely enough, I had a rather good day. You wouldn’t think it, what with injury and (to add insult) a head-cold, but it was a quiet, pleasant sort of day in which I did nothing but sleep, relax, read, knit and watch episodes of Foyle’s War (again). I finished off John’s socks (hand-dyed and hand-spun…

Stiles Cove and the East Coast Trail

It was a beautiful morning and we just had to be out in it. We weren’t sure where precisely to go and then I remembered that a new-ish geocache had been published on my favourite sections of the East Coast Trail, the portion between Stiles Cove and Red Head. Since Stiles Cove is quite tucked…