One Door Closes ….

Well, that’s a wrap, folks! Last week, we packed up and moved out of our family’s home – the place where the kiddies grew (mostly), and from where they were launched.

Well. Actually. The packing-up part took months and was a horribly, gruelling process – one best avoided. But never mind. It’s over now.

But last week, we closed the door(s) on this property and on particular period of our lives. We built this place ourselves fifteen years ago. It was a great experience for all of us, in a gorgeous location and we loved it.

The place is now in the hands of a delighted new owner, who has expansion plans of her own.

As for us, life is full of adventures and it’s time for a new one. So, with one last glance at that view, we turn our attention to the next project.

Construction begins next week.

I think.

I’ll keep you posted….

Linked with Norm’s Thursday Doors

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Merry Christmas!

Christmas is coming – The goose is getting fat – Please put a penny in the old man’s hat – If you don’t have a penny, a ha’penny will do – If you don’t have a ha’penny, then God bless you.

A bit of peace and bliss at the beach today. A calm before the storm. Literally. The (ungrateful) weatherman is forecasting a Christmas Day storm of snow turning to rain with high winds for tomorrow. I expect we’ll get mostly rain. However, it’s the winds that can get me down.

We won’t notice this time though. Just so glad that we are all home here together. Both boys are home. The turkey is brining. The tree is lit and decorated. We’ll be busy catching up, playing games and just general silliness. Revisiting some traditions and creating new memories.

May the magic of the season gladden your heart and fulfill your desires!

Merry Christmas!

Memories


I don’t know when he bought her. But as story goes, he saved up to purchase a boat by tossing all his spare change into the bottom of his duffle bag while working the lines for Canadian Pacific Telecommunications.  This would have happened in the late 40’s or, more likely the the early 50’s.


But I know when my grandfather was directed to sell her.  That would have happened just after he suffered a heart attack in 1968.  I was five years old. And I know that the advice he recieved – to sell this beautiful wooden shooner in an effort to reduce stress – was bad advice.  I’m sure it caused more stress than it relieved. My grandmother always said, it broke his heart. Indeed, his condition for the sale was that the boat not sail in his local waters, so he wouldn’t have to see her.


The Wawaloon has changed hands a couple of times until she found her way home.  Most recently, she was bought by a friend of the family under whose care she was underwent a generous and sympathetic restoration. And!  That also means we get invited for a sail from time to time!!


It is the most comforting and exhilarating feeling to enter a space, a childhood space that is firmly woven into family lore, a space that you have not been in for almost 50 years.  And then to find that space looks, feels and smells the exactly the same as it did back then. 

I half expected to hear my grandparents voices.  

I guess that’s the essence of nostalgia.

Water the Garden; Love

Write down the first words that come to mind when you hear the words rain, home, soil ….. and use those words in your title…(just a little explanation – Daily Prompt)

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Rain??!  Okay, okay….I know we need it; we need lots of good, clean water to sustain us.  And I know that lots of places in the world are hungry for it.  I’ve been to Australia – land of the Big Dry – and I’ve experienced the difficulties of rationing water.  And I don’t enjoy it.

But, enough already!  We have had so much rain in the past few months. Last summer I didn’t water the garden once – not once! Why?  Because we had enough rain.  It feels like it rained all fall. Today,  after all the excitement and preparation and anticipation of a good, old-fashioned blizzard, what did we get?  Freezing rain!!!   Now, I don’t like to seem ungrateful, after all we are on a well here….and, you know what they say: “at least you don’t have to shovel it”.  But you can’t build snowmen with it either …. just saying.

To me, rain is water. Beautiful, garden-watering, well-filling, life-sustaining water.

IMG_2313 Soil.  I grow as much of our food as my garden and climate will allow.  Here are some garlic cloves being tucked into my garden last fall and hey will be the first green sprouts up in the spring.  This warm soil is full of nutrients and life.  When you say soil,  I think: garden.

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I love my Home. I love the house with the furnishings (some acquired over time, as a result of hard work and some inherited) and I am passionate about the property with the gardens.  I am rooted to the land, the landscape and the community.  This is where my family is.  My home represents love.

It is a good thing I like it here so much.  Because today I was here all alone with the winds lashing the windows with all that freezing rain. (No one to play board games with on this snow day) But I am grateful to be sheltered and warm and nourished with a bowl of Ginger Carrot Soup, pulled from the freezer, made from these vegetables from my garden, my home where we have enough.  Enough water.

Lead Us Not Into … Distraction

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The topic of distractions came up this weekend.  The boys were home from university for the holiday weekend, but although they were here at home, they seemed constantly distracted by their studies.  That is to say, it is mid-term time and so they both had a lot of work to do…preparing papers, reviewing, preparing for tests, and so on. That’s what they said, anyway.   The thing is, they didn’t actually do any of that.  Oh sure, the lap-tops were open, text books and sheets of loose leaf accumulated here and there, index cards were shuffled. But I didn’t see any actual studying or writing going on.

Now, don’t get me wrong…I’m not criticizing.  They are both good students, with the marks to prove it.  Whatever it is they “do” seems to be working.  But it got me wondering about that very human trait of procrastination … fueled by distraction.  I recalled that when I was in university, and in the midst of writing a paper (or facing some other deadline) my distraction was house cleaning.  Yup!  House cleaning…as in:  “I’ll write the next section, just as soon as a clean the bathroom. I mean, the bathroom REALLY needs cleaning – right now!” Sometime I fought the urge to clean and sometimes I gave into it.  But motivated?  Heck yeah! I was driven to it… at that very moment I felt compelled to scrub!  The interesting thing is it was the only time I felt so compelled to clean.

I’ve seen their apartment.  So I know they haven’t inherited that particular compulsion.

Son #1 pointed out that his distractions are by far more entertaining.  There’s YouTube, e-mail, the internet, Facebook, (not to mention the good old XBox) etc., now to tempt otherwise hardworking students.  Entertaining….yeah.  And infinite, too!  But it can’t as productive as a clean shower.  Or can it?