As a Christian when I practise yoga I use it as a moving meditation. It settles my mind and strengthens my body while keeping me reflective and flexible. It’s a time to pray while learning how to breathe in a contemplative way. It’s a time to work hard and sweat, without leaving my mat, or…

At the end of July it had begun to get hotter and my flowers were beginning to wilt expecting me to water them a couple of times a week. Tomatoes and squash were still giving in their abundance but those too were beginning to slow down. July was melting into August and our very pleasant…

Luke’s gospel is being read at church and recently we’ve listened to the parables of the lost coin, the lost sheep (Luke 15: 1-10) and the lost son, better known as The Prodigal (Luke 15: 11-32). All of them rejoice over the finding and returning of these lost. I’m moping over losses at the moment (too…

I tend to my thirsty and rather impressive Zinnia beds still beautiful at the start of August, having bloomed since the middle of April. “Anyone can grow Zinnia,” Daughts had quipped during the spring emergence until she saw them mature, “Obviously you’re having no problem!” and admitted that perhaps I did have a green thumb…

Just two weeks after our pass-over-the-creek was finished extra rock started being positioned along the run up to the  overpass to divert rain and save the new road (and our money) from being washed away into the gorge below. Things began to look really fancy; there were what resembled parking spaces and lay-bys inviting us…

Our bridge replacement is almost complete. The contractor, who has looked after our dirt road since the late 90′s, started work during the second week in July to clear out the old bridge and gently lower this gargantuan culvert in place. Once settled he’s going to fill it in with dirt and chunks of concrete…

This cat is a piece of work. I call him a dog when he pulls one of his pranks…just to insult him…but since he growls at strange vehicles pulling into our circular driveway and strangers he catches walking up to the front door, I think he takes it as a compliment. My Guard Cat. Unloading…

For some reason my desk is a favourite lounging spot for two of my cats; Madge loves to stretch his full length along the top shelf, knocking things off or scooting them over to make room for his 16lb bulk. He drapes himself nonchalantly luring me back to my chair, laptop in hand, so he…

There are a pair of thoroughbreds at the stable who look the same to me. I know one of them is named Ben so I call the other one Bill after a TV show I used to watch as a child about identical flower-pot men named Bill and Ben.  Like the puppets there’s no telling…

Let’s talk about D-Winks’ dog! When I first saw her (virtually of course) she was in her crate, too frightened to come out, rescued from goodness knows where, stinky, unkempt and nervous. A dog with a history she couldn’t share verbally but one that was quite evident in her demeanour, “She may have been raised…