A luxury yacht cuts through the water, slowly moving up False Creek readying to dock at the marina. I watch it out my window. The rain hasn’t stopped since yesterday and it falls in that typical misty weeping we get in Autumn. I wonder where they’re coming from; whale watching on Howe Sound? Perhaps up…
Month: November 2018
Boscaiola – Italian Woodsman Pasta
Sunday’s are comforting aren’t they? Especially in the Fall. The sun streamed through the windows most of the day flooding the apartment with light and warmth; the cats lounging in sun beams on the warm hardwood floor. We walked along the seawall to Granville Island, the best market in the city. Farm fresh veggies and…
Christmas at Hycroft Manor – A Photo Essay
Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay Next year all our troubles Will be miles away… Hycroft Manor is a 30 room mansion originally a family home. Built in the Shaughnessy neighbourhood in Vancouver in 1909, it now houses the University Women’s club. Every year they do Christmas at the Hycroft, a…
A Long Weekend Blog: Flannel Sheets, Colombian Treats and Christmas Shopping.
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” It’s a long weekend here in Canada. Commemorating Remembrance Day (Veteran’s Day in the USA) which also means 5 days off for…
What I Loved In October
Last night we turned our clocks back and as I write this the sun has long set. I served dinner at 6:30, the city sparkling outside the windows, candles burning on the table. It really feels like the dark half of the year now. A storm came in yesterday and dumped 75mm of rain on…
Weekday Journalling: Halloween fun, Arroz con Pollo and Christmas Carols?
I haven’t written in days. I started 2 blog entries and jumped ship. Writers block. No inspiration. I guess being home with a cold doesn’t help. My energy levels are low and even the smallest tasks take effort. Today the proverbial clouds cleared and although my dry cough persists my brain isn’t fogged over. Wish…