Monthly Archives: August 2011

Memories in my hallway

As I prepare to go back to work after my sabbatical, I am tidying, cleaning and organizing. While all four of my children are away at camp, I have cleaned their rooms. I have steam cleaned carpets. I have sorted kitchen cupboards. I … Continue reading

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Today I dealt with beans and carrots

Just as I began serving as a congregational minister in Strathroy, an elderly woman in the congregation was dying. She and her husband had both served as elders while they raised their eight children. She was beloved by many and a pillar of the … Continue reading

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Teddy bear picnic

Well, it wasn’t exactly a picnic. But it was teddy bears. While my four children are away at camp, I am washing all of their linens and duvets and comforters and bedspreads and blankets and pillows and pillowcases (whew!). I’m washing some … Continue reading

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Salmon with golden beets and baby fennel

I never liked beets. Every year my husband would pickle half a dozen jars of red ones in brine. They look beautiful with their deep crimson colour, but they always tasted too strong and too sour for me. The first golden beets I ever ate were from a … Continue reading

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I’m not going to move to Elliot Lake

This morning I was reading about how great it is to leave Toronto and retire to Elliot Lake in Northern Ontario, several hours’ drive away. It’s cheap, the article said, and showed pictures of happy, healthy people riding bicycles and walking their dogs. There is lots … Continue reading

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Gardening may not always be serene

Gardening is often thought to be a quiet activity. Here on sabbatical, you might imagine me spending my time among the flowers in a haze of peace and tranquility. In your mind’s eye there is only the humming of bees or the singing … Continue reading

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Can gratitude taste like broccoli?

Months ago, when I began my sabbatical it was my father-in-law, Clarence, who helped me with my front yard garden project. It was him who designed the boxes, based on my comments and a few pictures I found (not surpisingly, his are … Continue reading

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