We’re in stage three of reopening in Ottawa. But the road from lock-down to reopening has not been entirely smooth. There are lots of bumps, my friends..
The effects of going grey are like ripples when you throw a stone in a pond. They extend way beyond where the stone originally landed.
You know, sometimes something we hate may look like a chore, but with a little attitude adjustment we can convince ourselves it’s fun.
Musing about tea and books. Telling some lazy tea-making stories, and chatting about what I’m reading, and what else I’ve been up to these days.
What’s next? How do we keep the ball in play after all the Black Lives Matter protests and the flurry of social media posts?
Hubby is heading off into the wild green yonder this week. Continuing a love affair with the wilderness that has lasted six decades.
I struggled to write about the events in the US this past week. What to say? How to begin? And so I looked to a former student to help me make a start.
So impending birthdays, too much isolation, and too much hot and humid weather is enough to make anyone feel lethargic. Even me, the great cheer-er-upper.
What do you miss from life before Covid-19, before the stay at home orders? If I’m honest, what I miss most from that “before time” are the small things.
If it’s spring it must be time to harvest wild fiddleheads. I grew up with wild harvests. And Hubby and I carry on that tradition.
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