At the All Candidates Meeting the other night for the Roberts Creek representative to the Sunshine Coast Regional District, the five candidates – all fine folk – were asked what was special about Roberts Creek. The answers were pretty much what you might expect – trees, the sense of community, the creativity and so on.
Every once and a while someone asks me if I miss the city at all.
I went to the Vancouver Folk Music Festival this weekend.
Kitty cat kitty cat how do you live? Do you catch snakes and bring them proudly in the house? Lie down in the red wheelbarrow? Take one step down? Sleep away the sunny afternoon and get crazy at dusk? Do you like snow? Do you walk in the woods crouching at birdsong? Do you like
I decided that I needed to get into the garden.
On Saturday afternoon John and I were just stepping sleepily out the door to go to a bbq. I heard a small crack and thought hmm maybe the squirrels are throwing things down. Before I could remember that that usually happens in the fall, there was a big loud crack and I knew a tree
This is my favourite time of year (except for summer maybe, with its swimming and long evenings). A friend wrote to me the other day asking what I thought about miracles. Are there miracles? Have I experienced any? I wrote back about hellebores. Isn’t it a miracle of sorts that when it’s still cold and
Charles Dickens was a major player in my childhood Christmases.
I was walking in the park with my son’s dog, Betty. I let her off the leash on the east side of the park where there are usually no people and no dogs. She’s a bit funny, a sweetie pie with humans and dogs she knows. If she meets a biggish dog she doesn’t know,