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Kale.
“No, not the veggie.”
Morning.
I have recently been reading into Virginia Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary. She too wrote not daily but periodically. There is a pointed simplicity to her writing. I recall her description of a summer afternoon. Imagine a room full of dinner guests, she writes. One turns to look over their shoulder and remarks, ‘what a fineContinue reading “Morning.”
Summer.
It is interesting these days when you hear ‘the last days of summer’. It is ending isn’t it? All those warm nights, the sounds of chirping crickets. It is all coming to an end. Especially the stars. Oh those summer nights. Getting rid of a few more volumes the other day I happened to glanceContinue reading “Summer.”
Spring.
Just gotta write. I can’t believe it. It’s like when you crave a burger–or a Rabinowitz smoked meat sandwich from a local deli . . . More on that later. Another preview here. Full post to follow. You know, work stuff calls. So stay tuned for smoked meat sandwiches, more coffee, some baking, and aContinue reading “Spring.”
Salt.
Today was the day. We were up early and ready to go. The drive South to Crofton was easy as the roadways were clear early morning. The trick was getting the baby all set–and mum and dad too. We all piled into the family van and made way. There is always an eagerness when you’reContinue reading “Salt.”
Call it goat.
The desire to write oozes out. Fingers quiver; heart flutters. I picked up a style guide this evening. I wanted to read. I was overcome by the urge to write. It’s a Sunday. I thought I would leave this day a family day. You know, be present today, write tomorrow. Couldn’t resist. Today consisted ofContinue reading “Call it goat.”
To market.
It’s Saturday morning. Something we make a point of doing? Marketing. Saturday markets. This weekend we headed to a favourite: Qualicum Beach Farmers’ Market. There is nothing like braving the morning. Summer sunshine the reward. This early start held yet another promise for those wishing to catch a whiff of fresh coffee–the crunch of freshContinue reading “To market.”
Another round.
We’ve recently had the pleasure to visit Denman and Hornby Island. Both islands are a short ferry trip from just outside Courtenay, British Columbia. Again utilizing our trusty BC Ferries ferry network, we were only two ten-minute sailings between islands. It’s always fantastic visiting small communities. Both the scenery and the people change–and there’s moreContinue reading “Another round.”
There’s rain today.
Espresso in hand, rain tapping away outside, cold floor under foot. I am ready to write. The first coffee of the day is one of the best. It is essentially the only coffee of the day. All the rest that follow are maintenance cups. I try to keep it to two cuppa a day. IContinue reading “There’s rain today.”
The Traveller's Typewriter 