The cubby hole has been put on standby for at least another few days … pressing things to do and important people to see! Dental care was one of the consequential items on our agenda. Alas, after a mediocre cleaning (bah, I’ve been spoiled by my wonderful Calgary Hygienist friends), I was caught in a…
After opening up the truck doors to my Father’s Chevy farm vehicle, the suppressing and triumphant chemical + dog smells exuding through the orifices of its openings almost knocked me over for dead. After a night of eco-friendly odour blockers, the smell of Febreze remained stubbornly intermingled with the sickly smell of wet dog. Time…
Living on the farm at Dad’s is always a pleasure and a true treat to the senses. Connecting with nature and the beauty that exists within the countryside is surreal and amazingly grounding. Earth Mother at her finest. But I must admit, the tranquility and calm that is normally associated with country living is not…
It was lovely to spend some time today helping out around the property of Mom and Pat’s, creating a clearer and cleaner pathway for spring and summer to arrive. Raking and collecting fallen sticks, spreading wood chips around the plethora of flower beds, cutting grass, filling holes. All contributes to the beautiful landscaped grounds that…
A glorious Mother’s Day tradition is upheld in the Maly family. For many generations now, the boys get up early Sunday morning and head to the Farmer’s Market to buy their beloved Mothers and Spouses a planter of flowers. Although technically I’m a female, I was invited to join the guys on their venture, photographing…
Our intention this weekend wasn’t to jump out of planes, but rather to visit with our dear friends south of the border in New York state. However, we dare not travel without our skydiving gear in case an opportune moment arises and we’re able to leap like the lemmings that we are! Mike Maly was…
It’s been a long winter for most in the Northern hemisphere, a mighty cold season experienced by many. Not so much for us, travelling in the deeper southern climes, but still seasonably long in that it feels like forever since I’ve spent quality time with my best girlfriends and friends. So the weekend ahead of…
Spring is definitely in the air. I love returning home to my parents’ farms. Fresh air and country living is splendidly beautiful at this time of year. The fields and grass lushly green from April showers, buds beginning to embellish the trees with foliage, birds frolicking amongst the freshly filled bird feeders, freshly laundered bedding…
There’s something about hanging out my clothing on the line, a beautiful day shining love and the natural bleaching goodness of the sun down upon my deepest of secret pleasures. Who could imagine being overjoyed at the thought of hanging laundry? I for one. Something about using Nature’s element to its fullest potential gives me…
So great to spend time with Richard, our Nephew. A tall smart strapping young man with so much potential to his future. Today marks the beginning of our visits with family and friends, now that we’re home north of the border. Sweeet!