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Monthly Archives: July 2011
Why planting a garden is like painting your bedroom
When I was ten we moved to a new house in Rexdale. It was a four bedroom back-split with a two car garage and a pool in the backyard–much bigger and fancier that our first little house in Weston. The previous owners … Continue reading
I served my first amuse-bouche
I susbscribe to a daily email from A.Word.A.Day. Every day I receive a miniature newsletter that includes a new word and its definition, plus quotes and linguistic history. I’m sure it sounds dorky, but I really like it. I’m not the only one, … Continue reading
Even take-out can be beautiful
Yes, chicken can be beautiful. Hamburgers can be gorgeous. A pub can be extraordinarily lovely. If you add flowers, of course. Travelling in Quebec this month, I saw some colourful gardens full of annuals–allysum, geraniums, salvia and more. They were … Continue reading
‘Tis a gift to be simple
I have visited all kinds of gardens during my sabbatical. I have noticed gardens everywhere I’ve been, too–resaurants, people’s homes, rest stops, public parks. Some of them have been extraordinarily complex, offering a riot of colour or acres of blooms. … Continue reading
Every garden needs somewhere to sit
I love going on garden tours. They are especially wonderful if they are hosted by the gardener themselves. It’s great to start at one end, and slowly walk from flower to flower, talking over how this one is doing, and how … Continue reading
Johnny Appleseed
This week, my congregation is hosting “Taste and See that God is Good”, a Vacation Bible School for kids. They are spending five mornings this week exploring food–how it grows, why we need it, and how Jesus used it to teach people … Continue reading
A tragedy of zucchini proportions
Yes, disaster has come to my garden. And it is not pretty. Our family has been away for ten days, and we are indebted to G. who came every single day to water the garden. Having come through a hot, … Continue reading
We stopped and I noticed the flowers
Long drives require frequent stops. Especially when you are travelling with children under the age of ten. My husband and I learned this years ago when we took a summer trip to Nova Scotia. With Pat being a stay at home … Continue reading
New roofs make good neighbours
There has been a rash of roofing in our neighbourhood this summer. I can count at least five houses on our street that have had trucks deliver big skids of shingles and a garbage bin to their driveway. Not long … Continue reading
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My backyard rainbow
I was putting laundry on the line this morning and Emily came out the back door. She looked at what I was doing and said, “Making a rainbow again, mom?” Yes, I admit it. I arrange my laundry in pretty patterns as … Continue reading