Magnolia buds against a background of snow These poor croci seem both bedraggled and affronted . . . And here’s an example of why Vancouver’s pretense at being a palm-growing locale is somewhat ridiculous. Somewhat?…
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Right now, there are four or five centimetres of fresh snow on the railings of our apartment balcony, and freezing rain making a mess of the sidewalk — and the only boots here are unlined…
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This has been such a busy week. I felt better enough on Wednesday that I went for a run along the Seawall, sticking to forty-five minutes, but feeling good enough that I could have done…
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Perhaps Duchesse is not the only reader who finds me somewhat selfish showing pictures of what I wore, mentioning Nola, and showing no pictures of that little girl. Who cares what Nana wore, I can…
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Made an effort again yesterday — underneath the coat I’m wearing a grey wool flannel dress/jumper. Grey tights. My Fluevog boots. The photo below better reflects, for me, how well-dressed I feel in this coat…
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