A Great Year
The first car I purchased was a 1958 Chevrolet in Grand Rapids Michigan. Price $50 US when the great northern peso was worth more than the American dollar. Insurance more than $50. The year was1965! Read More …
The first car I purchased was a 1958 Chevrolet in Grand Rapids Michigan. Price $50 US when the great northern peso was worth more than the American dollar. Insurance more than $50. The year was1965! Read More …
A few weeks ago my son gifted me a copy of Woltersdorf’s memoir. He said I might be able to relate. En-route to Cuba I started reading, ok savouring, and as the miles turned pages Read More …
The geometric precision of the spider-web patterns are the routines of nature. Under glass at Keystone the tomatoes and cucumbers flourish for the third time this year. While in the fields the winter ground cover Read More …
The seasons come in sequence on their own time. The sprouting moss looks spring green and the graying green like winter. The split-rail fence guards the gardens and in never ending cycles of decay and new Read More …
Some years watering gardens requires a lot of work. A lot of time attending to the allocation of life-giving water to parched plants. Between the rows of plants — pathways for feet, pathways for water, Read More …
Rows, varieties, beds, and care. The traces of river sand are still embedded in the roots of these garlic heads. Each carefully partitioned into cloves of pungent goodness nurtured from nature over 18 months. The Read More …
Under the ungolden arch a chair sits waiting, anticipating. The painting by Darlene Galer captures the season, the swing, the recovery made possible. In the courtyard at Last Door Keystone Retreat there is a circled Read More …
On the granite ridge, Fall pumpkins emerge from the powdered mildew leaves, a month ahead of schedule. In the Keystone greenhouses micro greens are emerging from seed – growing. The second crop of tomatoes is Read More …
When a couple of vintage gents gather as hood ornaments on a parade float then you know change is inter generational. Between the glitter and the rainbow colours there is a story. A history. A Read More …
Somewhere between corn stalks and cheap talk there is a kernel of truth. Grandpa Galer shared a gardner’s dictum, “Knee high by the Fourth of July.” But this corn was reaching over heads before heading Read More …