Category Archives: A river runs through it

I go walking: Day’s end

I have finally touched down after ten days of swirling in a self-imposed tornado of Doing.  Too. Much. I knew I would overdo it, in the same way I know I will always eat just a bit too much at … Continue reading

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Cloud formations and the kindness of strangers

When my youngest daughter was about 5 she pronounced angrily, “I think the weather people just LIE.” I don’t recall the specific incident that prompted her tirade. No doubt some activity she had been anticipating had been unexpectedly rained out. Truthfully, … Continue reading

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Miss Miller draws a tree

Another of my earliest posts– inspired by one of my many walks along the riverbank. ~ ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ I looked at a tree today and was reminded of my fourth grade teacher. Miss Miller was pretty memorable … Continue reading

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Envirothon: “It’s a life thing”

I’ve just spent two hours driving down the Trans Canada highway with four 16-year-old girls. We were on our way home from a province-wide competition in which they (together with a fifth team-mate) placed third, and they spent much of the ride … Continue reading

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I go walking: Flowing

As predicted, the ice jam came unjammed sometime in the night or early morning. By the time I headed out after breakfast, masses of broken river ice were flowing down the river.When I was a kid growing up on the … Continue reading

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I go walking: Ice Jam

One of the lessons the river teaches is: Don’t assume that your singular perspective captures the whole story. There I was, revelling in the view of open water from just outside my door, communing with ducks and geese and watching … Continue reading

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I go walking: At Dusk

I don’t have high expectations of Saturday Night.  If there’s an event to go to, I enjoy going out, but I don’t feel a desperate need to find an event if one has not presented itself to me. I’m introverted … Continue reading

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