It is finally summer here, the rain has stopped, the snow is definitely creeping further and further up the mountains and I am trying to plant my pots, with sweet peas, nasturtiums, lobelia, geraniums. My nails are clogged with dirt. I like it that way. It tells me it is planting time. Our valley looks green, the wind whistles through the aspen leaves that flutter like shiny green medallions and the sun is warm on my skin. I wrote that yesterday and 24 hours later the rain is torrential and the thunder reverberates around the mountains.
Clive left on Friday for Resolute Bay - apparently it was about 7 hours of flying time from Ottawa. It is that far north. He phoned yesterday the weather was not so great and their is more snow than they expected so they need to rethink their plan. Still with lots of dried food like muesli, potato power, couscous, lentils, macaroni, humus and the highlight 10 kilos of my spectacular tararua cookies; well biscuits for the brits and the kiwis, stuffed full of butter and soy flour and other goodies he is not about to starve. He is away for 8 weeks on a 1000km crossing of Ellesmere Island. He and his buddy John hope to fly to Eureka tomorrow morning and begin their adventure.
Meanwhile back in Alberta I participated in a great two-day workshop on editing my prose. It was very helpful although contributed to my workload of re-visioning my memoir. I am learning oh so much and encouraged by this quote, “The beautiful part of writing is that you don’t have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon.” Robert Cormier.
Saturday night I celebrated my friend Elissa Oman’s graduation with a degree in English. It was a beautiful event at her friends place on the edge of the Bow River. The weather cooperated. Many people included my self gave wonderful tributes to Elissa and it was a great occasion.
Courting loons on the Bow River.