A bit of a distance from my mountains is the delta of the Fraser River. Across this rickety little bridge is a small island full of organic farms and the George C Riefel Migratory Bird Sanctuary. On this drippy winter
Stefanie says "cookie is a nice word, isn't it?" Oh it SO is! I've done so much of the painted cookies in the past, that I decided to do something completely different. So when is a cookie not a cookie, but still is?
Hello from Sunday night…which is turning into a Monday morning post again!
Boy oh boy what a glorious, heart-warming, soul affirming weekend I've had. I must say that I'm on top of the world! :D And wish to send out a great big THANK YOU to the almost 500 visitors to my garden. After this
I feel so bad when I read all your posts and see all the snow! My poor winter-trapped friends (Except for you lucky ones in California, Arizona, Florida
Raided a poor roadside hazelnut tree, which was bothering no one at all
C and I actually went out to get some fresh air and a break
A quiet sun-shiny Saturday evening and I’ve been writing a list of things I tend to avoid at all cost until the very last possible moment. I tend not to write lists because, actually, they get way out of
Found myself at the Fraser River in Delta with a couple of hours to kill on Wednesday. This was too good of an opportunity not to make a little peaceful movie. You can find it on the Media Tala Youtube
Yesterday, on a typical rainy and windy Pacific day, I walked down the path to the ocean with a heavy heart, eyes cast down to the soggy path. At one point I looked up and saw fresh green moss. A
Wednesday afternoon, magic moment on the sofa. Today I’m Homegirl, happily watching my daughters figuring out the ukuleles. Some day, if my girls are ever in a band, I won’t be one of those groupie moms hanging around backstage, black nails, red
So, does everyone know we are completely mad about minis?