back to bloggerdom

My long absence from bloggerdom means naught except I entered facebook and became lost in its mazes, re-acquainted with old friends, and in general just having facebook fun aka much of the populace I suspect. The facebook craze has struck young and old turning even grandmas into avid facebookees.
The summer became a hodge podge of comings and goings....soon to end with the youngest returning to England. Jo moved to an awesome beachhouse cottage with her friend. Soon I leave for school again. Summer of '07 you were fun, and mostly about relationships, which in the end is what life is mainly about.

To the one who travels far

Sleep my daughter on the night train to Geneva...and dream, dream of chocolate dark and rich....and know that here the trilliums bloom, pools of white lighting the dark green undergrowth of cinnamon fern woods....dream of mountains tall and cool while I view orchards of pink and white bathed in the glow of sunset ...

St. Simons Island

Yesterday we visited St. Simons Island, Georgia. For anyone who has ever read "New Moon Rising" by Eugenia Price, the visit is a must. On the northern part of the island we found ourselves in a grove of live oaks dripping with Spanish moss. Rhodedendrons of various shades of rose and white and lilac blanketed the area under the canopy spread by the tall oaks. Following the sound of a lone bagpipe player we found our way through the Wesley Memorial Garden to a large celtic cross. The sight was breathtaking, mystical, tranquil....a natural sanctuary bathed in the rays of sunset.

Tribute to Dean

In the heart of cold, snow filled Saskatchewan is a thirteen year old boy. Like many thirteen year olds he loves computer games, plays basketball, has a busy social life and school schedule. Yes, bright and energetic he is also unselfish. For the past two weeks he has given up his room so I have a place to sleep and study when I come out to school. He has done this not just once but a few times already this school year. When I come, he has a bed set up in the music room.
Not only does he give up his room, I see him caring for his 6 month old nephew, feeding him pablum and taking care of the cats both able and diabled. This blog is for you Dean, as promised, with thanks.

Lame legs

Curled up in front of the wood stove in rural Saskatchewan lies a tawny cat who will never catch a mouse. With legs tucked under she looks the picture of contentment. Only when she moves do I notice, her rear legs are on backwards....seriously! At her birth her mother tried to abandon her. Unwilling to watch the kitten starve to death, my friends fed her with a eye dropper. Now she spends her days contentedly resting by the stove observing her ginger sibling called "No Name" racing round the house, occasionally stopping by for a friendly wrestle. Lame legs walks on the joints of her twisted back legs as if that is normal. She uses the kitty litter and can access the food bowl. At 5:30am she wakes everyone up as she hops down the hall. Some may argue a disabled cat should not be allowed to live. Who are we to judge her quality of life...a warm stove, well fed and loved. What do you think?

Jordan is out of Africa

Yes, it was a great way to start my birthday. Jordan phoned early this morning after almost 2 weeks of no contact. He arrived back in England from Africa late last night. In spite of the certain country's troubles, Jordan had an awesome trip.