Last night there were fairies in my garden. Really. Fairies with colored wings who flitted gracefully around the garden, touching their wands to flowers to imbue them with magic. Then, dancing hand in hand, first in the warm rays of the Summer Solstice sunshine, then again, later, as dusk crept into the garden and the garden solar lights gradually ( Read more... )

We are in the process of having our hall wall and ceiling repaired and painted. So far, things are going very well (she said, cautiously tapping the wood of her desk.) I am cautious because past experiences have proved that these matters can be very problematic and stressful ( Read more... )

Recently I had a colonoscopy--at a private clinic instead of at a hospital--for the price of $500 ( Read more... )

I was a somewhat sickly child, often waking up to find that I had a fever, or my glands were swollen or my eyes were stuck together. After my mother had dosed me with aspirin, or washed my eyes in warm water, she would install me in Gramma’s living room to ‘recover’ so that she could run off to work. I loved that: I would lie on that big soft ( Read more... )

Lately I have been enjoying the attractions of ancestry.ca. I find it quite enjoyable to sit at the computer for hours, with my family tree charts spread out in front of me, clicking keys to find ancestors I didn't know I had ( Read more... )

On Sunday we had our annual family Tree Decorating Get-Together ( Read more... )

I am still trying to find out why my journal entries are not recording on the warm yellow pages of my journal at beviad. Will this one finally be recorded, or will it disappear into the blogosphere?

Okay. Is this going to actually reach my journal??? Yesterday I wrote an enquiry post that got eaten up somewhere, in terms of my journal, but appeared on my friends' blogs. I won't waste my time writing a lengthy blog entry unless it is working, so here goes...

Here's a recipe from The Pioneer Woman blog which I followed last night to make hamburgers--mini hamburgers, that is, which for some reason are called 'sliders'--that were so good that John and I gobbled them up ravenously and looked for more. Thank goodness we only cooked four, or we'd have stuffed ourselves even fuller. One secret of their ( Read more... )

The following is a poem to use for reading aloud during an autumn ritual, so it is more 'bouncy' than my usual poems and more trite in its rhyme scheme, but what the heck ( Read more... )