It's a long weekend in Canada. The "May long". Monday is Victoria Day. Officially, a day to remember the birthday of Queen Victoria, who was born May 24, 1819, and to celebrate the birthday of the current monarch. Unofficially, the weekend marks the start of cottage and camping season, and is sometimes called the May two-four, in recognition of the case of beer taken to the cottage for the weekend, a case containing 24 bottles.
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
My 25 year-old niece visited us for a week this spring. She deplaned with her shoulder-strap purse and one small tote bag. That was it. No checked luggage.
Thirty years ago, I, too, often travelled with only a carry-on bag. But with each passing year, I seem to have accumulated more baggage. And there have been instances of frantic repacking and re-arranging at the airport to stay under the fifty pound per bag limit.
Sunday, 12 May 2013
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
|First bloom in my garden|
The beginning of this week brought warm weather. On my jacketless morning walks, my eyes watered in the bright sun. I listened to the birds chirping. I thought spring had finally arrived. Although the weather has since cooled again, I still see signs of spring.
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
Sunday, 5 May 2013
|At the Gilbert Riparian Preserve|
My first snowbird winter is now behind me. My husband and I have been home for over two weeks and our time in Arizona is starting to feel like a long time ago. It is time to look back and assess. Did we make the right plans for the winter? Are there things we would do differently next time?
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
|Good to be working again in my home office|
My husband and I have been home now for almost two weeks after spending four months of the winter in Arizona. There are many good things about being back in Manitoba, even though spring is slow in coming this year. There is a familiar feel as we settle back into our house and life here. And, surprisingly, at the same time things that feel odd and unusual.
Sunday, 28 April 2013
|Home from the grocery store with plenty of food|
While we wintered in Mesa, Arizona this past winter my husband volunteered one morning a week at a local food bank. I asked him if we would be willing to share his experience with us. Here is his guest post.
Ah, The Valley of the Sun! Snowbirds, RVs, resorts and most importantly, plenty of sunshine and heat. Hundreds of thousands of North Americans migrate to the Phoenix, Arizona area each winter to escape the cold temperatures of their home towns. For the most part, they are welcomed with open arms as they form the monetary backbone of Arizona’s tourist industry.