Still crawling

This feels like about my fourth springtime this year; where I am today, the Qu’Appelle Valley is starting to green.


Last night being chef’s night off, we went to Regina, to the Mediterranean Bistro where the 4-cheese tortellini looked somewhat better than it tasted (seriously overwhelmed by smoked salmon and dill, and using pretty ordinary tortellini; the asparagus was the best thing in it..)

I couldn’t see much to choose from if you have issues about industrial food: a lot of chicken on the menu with nothing to defends its origins. Maybe next time I’ll try the bouillabaisse, which had a pretty nice fennel broth to commend it… setting aside for one evening my many questions about the origins of the prawns.

This morning I picked up a couple of books of poetry from the Sage Hill library, and found a (now deceased) female American Dog Tick (Dermacentor variabilis)

hanging onto a corner of Worn Thresholds, by Julie Berry.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Still crawling

  1. Elizabeth says:

    Bees and shades of Sylvia Plath – good karma for poetry-writing.

  2. Carla says:

    Hello Rhona,
    Enough with the ticks. Definitely not my favourite critter. Bees now are utterly fascinating. We kept bees for several years and there is something almost magical about watching them and the day you extract the delicious golden honey is a day like no other. We used to let the kids completely pig out on the honey for that one day. We were pretty strict about no sweets back then.
    Spring in the prairies….! check out Connie Caldor’s song.
    Carla

  3. Pingback: Sage Hill, Strawberry Scones, farewell | Iambic Cafe