Grow and give like rhubarb

After our first winter in our home, at the foot of the clothesline cross, I saw rhubarb being born. A triplet of hard pink knots, closely followed by their leaves, chartreuse and tightly crumpled. Scant weeks after the trio first elbowed their way into spring, they stood half the height …

Parking Lot Treasure

On the day a wedding was scheduled for our church, I thought of the eggs. A killdeer had laid four of them dead centre in the gravel parking lot. A slight hollow sheltered them not at all, though their speckled coloring camouflaged them well. Hoping to protect the little family, …

Do You Keep Canada Glorious?

God, keep our land glorious and free, we Canadians croon each time sing our national anthem. But what makes a glorious country? I’d almost bet my buttons that at least some of it has something to do with people like Marg and her tribe. I met Marg halfway to God-knows-where, …

Dad, Can You Fix It?

Every so often, when I’m walking alone and the wind is right, I smell the fragrance of my father’s workshop. Sometimes I stop, shut my eyes, and walk into the memory. My father’s body is curved like a bracket beside his table saw; his mouth arranged just so, his small, …

Gravel Roads that Lead Home

The road to hell, say the sages, is paved with good intentions. Heaven’s streets, croons an old gospel hymn, are paved with gold. Where I live, most of the roads aren’t paved at all. Main Street was once paved—still is, around the pot-holes. All the rest are gravel.  Six streets …

Life’s One Sure Thing

The four-year-old swim class students, our grandaughter among them, perched on the edge of the swimming pool and gazed down at their instructor in the water. From the sidelines, I could imagine the conversation by what happened next.  “Put your arms up and over your eyes.”  The tykes obeyed.  “Now …

No Election Complaints Here

 I’ve worked elections for almost half my lifetime. It’s a family hobby, sort of. Between the Preacher, myself and our children—even an in-law who’s caught the bug, we’ve seen elections from most angles. We’ve done everything from pounding in campaign signs, sitting as scrutineers at polls, enumerating voters door-to-door, crossing …