A Good Home, First snowfall

An Early Winter

Nobody I know was ready for this year’s first snowfall.

Yes, we are Canadians, but recent years have spoiled us: we got used to first snowfall in December — even late December. 

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So we were cruising along, still high on the beautiful late autumn weather when – wham! Last Monday, we got several inches of the white stuff.

Pretty, unless you have to drive in it.  And therein lay the rub: most drivers I know had not replaced summer tires with winter ones. I plead guilty.

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These are wintry garden scenes from much of last week. 

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Blog Photo - Garden in Winter - snowy tree and walls

It’s not that I hate winter. I know we need it. It’s just that I don’t like driving or walking on snow and ice. 

And that sounds unCanadian, I know.


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#ShareAReviewDay Tuesday – Twigs in my Hair by Cynthia Reyes

Thank you for sharing this truly lovely review by Hermit’s Door, Marcia!

The Write Stuff

This afternoon, I’d like to welcome Cynthia Reyes to The Write Stuff,  with a lovely review/article about her gardening book, Twigs in my Hair. As a gardener, myself, I’m definitely going to be checking this one out. Hope you’ll enjoy this wonderful and thoughtful review, and will remember to share this on all your favorite social media sites. Thanks! 


A common Post-Enlightenment concept is that occupations have an art and science to them.  As a therapist, sometimes I approach an intervention from the science side, using the concept of evidence-based practice to guide the rehabilitation process.  Biological, neurological, or psychological theories set the pace of therapy.  At other times, I rely on the art of practice, usually when it comes to engaging and motivating a client to utilize the science.  I view gardening much the same way.  Ask me about soil health and I’ll give your two hour lecture…

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The Colours

Before the fullness of the fall, comes the golding. 

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Photo Credit: Hamlin Grange

That moment when our shrubs and trees take on various shades of gold. It’s fleeting, a moment glimpsed before the main event. 

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The golding takes place in that space between the vivid greens of spring and summer and the reds and oranges of autumn.  It’s a minor act leading up to the big attraction that inspires the gorgeous adjectives. 

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I honour the golding, observing how it lights up the ground in mid-October, how it  repeats itself in the sister-colours of leaves on vines and trees that will never turn red or orange, but give their own light. The birches and some maples, for example. 

Blog Photo - Autumn - the golding - tree gold 

Soon will come the stars of autumn, those brilliant-coloured leaves that appear in an explosion of glory — clothing large trees and small shrubs and instilling feelings of warmth and wonder in the people of this region.

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Photo Credit: Hamlin Grange

When that happens, we are no longer casual passersby on a quotidian walk along the road.  We are humans transfixed by a familiar astonishment: that our planet Earth could yield sights of such overwhelming beauty. 

Blog Photo - Autumn - Tree sprawling across road

Transfixed, we are, by magic and grace and awe.

We want to hold on to it all, just that bit longer before the brittle dry bones of winter move in and take its place. We want the beauty and the brilliance, the warming and the wonder. The flourish, not the fading.

We know that winter is more than dry, dark bones. That it brings its own beauty. That what seems to be death also brings life.

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But we are human. We mourn the passing of the colours. And I cast back to the golding, the poor cousin of the rich, brilliant colours, because that was a time when the light was golden and we knew what was to come.


Our family’s October brought it all: the greening, the golding, the brilliant reds and oranges. The hoping, the shining, the fading.  

In one week, we experienced the birth of a precious new baby and the illness, sudden recovery, then slow death of a beloved relative.

One, in years to come, will take her place at the family table. One, in years past, always had a place at the table. 

Joy and grief have tangled, alternated, shared space in our family’s hearts this October. We’ve cried tears of joy and incredulity, and tears of pain and shock. 

But we’ve held on to this, above all: love, gratitude and faith.  


As we journeyed from one bedside to another, from one hospital to another — from feelings of wonder and warmth to feelings of anxiety and distress — love, gratitude and faith helped sustain us.

In them, we find strength. In them, we both remember and look forward. And in the space between the remembrance and the visioning, these three – love, faith and gratitude, all intermingled — help us to provide support for those who need it most.

The new parents.

The grieving wife.  The stunned children and grandchildren, the nieces and nephews, the siblings. 


At the start of November, we say farewell to our beloved elder, Keith.

We say welcome to our beloved newborn, Vivian Victoria. 

We are grateful for the blessing of you both. In your birthing and in your dying, in that golden space between the greens and the reds, we hope you’ve felt our love, gratitude and faith with its light and warmth.





A Good Home, Family, Family Moments, Pets

The One & Only Jerome

If you’ve ever lived with a pet, or loved a pet, you already know that each one is a unique character, much like humans.

And if you have been owned by a cat, or been a servant/companion to one, you have a bag of stories to share.

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Pets usually become beloved family members. You may recall meeting some of ours here.

Our daughter Nikisha and son-in-law Tim have lived with two cats for nearly 18 years.  Jerome, aka Jerry, and Simon.

Blog Photo - Jerome sitting

Jerome and Simon have been a beloved part of all our lives — though in recent years, mainly through pictures and phone calls with us, since they now live in the US.

Blog Photo - Jerome and Nikisha

We still have a recorded phone message of Jerome meowing a strong “hello”.

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Jerome was, as Tim says, “a big orange cat with a sunny disposition” who met the neighbours and made friends before they did. “He had a knack for knowing when Nikisha and I were feeling down, and would comfort us.”

Blog Photo - Jerome on injured knee

“When I broke my leg, he would come and sit with me, sometimes on the broken leg, and purr away.”

Jerome was adventurous, outgoing and loved long walks.  Days after Tim and Nikisha moved house, he disappeared for several days.  We all launched a search, some of us doing so online.  My mother-in-law even put Jerome’s name on a prayer list.

It turned out that Jerry was trying to find his way home — to their former place. He was found and returned to the new home, tired and hungry.

Blog Photo - Jerome back safe and sound

Nikisha describes him this way: “An enthusiastic yet curmudgeonly host, he was always in the thick of every social event, though refused to give up his chair to guests as a matter of principle.”

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So you can understand that we have all watched with sadness as the cats have aged, and Jerome struck with diabetes and other ailments. 

We mourned along with Tim and Nikisha when Jerome died last week. Simon, his brother for almost all his life, was upstairs at the time, and began wailing at that moment.

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Nikisha says “It’s amazing how he knew almost immediately that Jerry was gone.”

If you’ve loved a pet, I know you’ll understand. If you haven’t, you may be surprised to learn how profound the loss is. After all, it’s saying goodbye to a beloved member of the family.

Rest peacefully, dear Jerry. Thanks for being in our lives.