Category Margaret Westlie

Reading and Rereading

This morning I finished reading the Bhagavad Gita. It’s something I will reread in a while. It’s filled with much food for thought. Actually, I’m rereading much of my library, some of it for the third time. I just finished…

The Hill Family

We have four spruce trees in a cluster on the rise at the edge of our property. They were tiny when we moved in here about eleven years ago, not more than a foot high. One day I noticed that…

A Trip to Point Prim

We went on a business day trip yesterday, out to Point Prim to deliver books. It was a beautiful sunny day – nice and warm. The Point Prim lighthouse standing strong on the headland since 1845. It is the oldest…

Learning to Write

Who would have thought? Certainly not me. My career as a nurse lasted 25 years and I gave it up willingly when my husband said that I didn’t have to do it anymore although I could continue if I wanted…

Cloud Shadows

One Sunday afternoon we were in the backyard on Connaught Avenue. We were all lying on the blanket watching for clouds in a cloudless sky. “Do you know how to make clouds? asked Dad. Of course, as a five-year-old didn’t.…

Marvin

We lost Marvin this spring. He was a lovely old barn cat who actually never left the hayloft. He used to sit up in the hay door and survey the landscape from on high. He would watch us coming and…

Early Spring

It’s spring folks. My front garden is up about an inch above last fall’s debris. The lilies like to get an early start, and the bed is on the warmer side of the house. We get sun all morning and…

Haying

It is summer. The sun burns down from a clear, blue sky. Locusts whine in the spruce trees by the barn. I try to run barefoot across the hayfield but the stubble is sharp on my city feet. I slow…

Highland Storm

Highland Storm! It’s a wonderful show put on by the College of Piping in Summerside every summer. This was our third visit. There is always an underlying theme to the program. This year they depicted the arrival of the Scottish…