I have a meeting tomorrow with the editor of our local paper to try to convince him that he should let me write a weekly column about my experiences here in Summerland.
A healthy dose of sunshine
A 5 km walk in the crisp air
A happy baby bundled in the stoller, taking in the sights
Hummus and pitas for lunch
The smell of a maple spice cake baking in the oven
A successful attempt at coax
Just as Avelyn outgrows one neon baby toy it is replaced by another, even bigger, more brightly coloured piece of playtime equipment that threatens to take over my living room.
The bleak expanse of the frosted plains filled my driver’s side window as I sped home. It was an unusually dismal day, no sunshine to distract me from the frigid cold.
Tomorrow I will board a plane and head back home to Summerland, where the skies may be grey but the mercury tends to stay above minus 87,000 degrees. So that’s nice.