lilac memories


When I was a child, I was given a ¬†perfumed cream from Avon. It came in small apple shaped pin…the scent of the cream was lilac. Tonight when I smelled the lilac growing in my yard a flood of memories came back. Scents always bring me back. They also have a tremendous effect on my wellbeing. Well good scents do. Jasmine and honeysuckle, lilac and tuberoses. I must remember this…





It’s spring! Everything has exploded!

There are leaves on the large tree outside my window. The grass is too long but my mower won’t start. I looked at the mountains on my way into town and they were green green. It’s like spring happened over night.

I’ve been slowly making progress on my garden boxes. I’ve got one filled with dirt now.


I’d show that picture but my phone/camera was acting funny and wouldn’t let me take a picture. In the process of building the box, I dug up this cool little bottle.


Just as the natural world has too has my life. I am busy beyond belief. there’s work, which just got busier, but I am currently not at liberty to say why; I’ve been commissioned with the task of coordinating an art show at the Berlin WREN space, I’ve been dancing, trying to find time to paint, foraging for fiddleheads, working on a mural project, keeping house and yard duties up, hosting breakfasts and planning parties, playing mahjong, teaching mahjong, and on and on and on. It’s good to be busy..although at times I feel overwhelmed, But better overwhelmed with busyness than contemplating the meaning of life I guess.

Chris and i are planning a trip this summer to Canada..the Bay of Fundy is on my bucket list. In the process of finding care for Luka, I learned how to give the kennel cough vaccination. Life is full of learning, still.

I miss my children though. I miss them deeply and wish they were closer..close enough to see them weekly or at least monthly. But we are nomads, my children and I. Well at least we were and now we are scattered and settled in far away places. Living in a town filled with generations of families has made this longing and missing more on the surface.

My heart is full and broken both. Sometimes it feels like it is held together with scotch tape. It is not a bad just is.

the ice has melted