Red Cedar
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Tag: Writing
Post #3314: The things that make up a life
(Photo: Seaweed on a foggy day.) Yesterday, I stepped out for a walk in the deep fog and ran into my neighbour, who told me I’m the talk of the seniors’ centre at the moment. Why? Because I’m playing my fiddle at their monthly… Continue Reading “Post #3314: The things that make up a life”
Post #3313: A rainy day
This photo is proof that we have not had a frost at our place yet this winter. Even weirder than a hydrangea with colour on it in January, is the fact that the old potato patch has sent up their green tops where we… Continue Reading “Post #3313: A rainy day”
Post #3312: January field notes
This post is the text from the Gabriola Island Field School email I sent out for the month of January. In the Field School year we started in March, and will end on the Spring Equinox. As this week unfolds, I’ve been noticing that… Continue Reading “Post #3312: January field notes”
Post #3311: Notes from my future self
I keep thinking that after so many colds in the last few months—plus Covid in the spring—I must be immune to whatever is currently going around. Alas, this has not been true. I’ve come down with my third cold since July, picked up somewhere… Continue Reading “Post #3311: Notes from my future self”
Post #3310: Serious thinking
I had a meeting with someone in a somewhat job adjacent field last week. He was young, maybe only 28 or so, but knew what he was talking about, and took himself very seriously. Not in an imperious/obnoxious way, but in the way of… Continue Reading “Post #3310: Serious thinking”
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