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— Oscar Wilde.
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Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.





Maggie passed away after living a year longer than predicted, and about three years longer than her breed’s life expectancy. She had a nice life here, after being rescued by Gary’s parents in Florida. She was an amazing dog with our son.
We intended to wait a bit – we’ve been saying that we’re staying in this house until she passes away, as when we went looking at condos it turned out many of them had rules against pit bulls. But then we saw Jaxon’s picture and met him on Zoom and fell in love – Gary and I have never not had a dog in the house since we’ve been together and we were missing the click-clack of little paws and how could you resist this face?

He’s been with us two weeks already – and he’s kind of perfect. Scary-smart and just a lovely character. We’ve had rescues (all great dogs but quirky!) for so long we’d forgotten what it was like to have a dog who wants to make us happy. And while we’d been warned off his breed because they can be so busy, he’s happy to be busy but also really laid back most of the time. He loves attention but sincerely doesn’t want to be a bother (with Maggie we’d say that in a Jewish woman’s kind of Harvey Fierstein voice, “I don’t want to be a bother!” and it meant the opposite – invoking some characters we knew and loved. We’d also use that voice when she walked in the rain or snow and lamented how we might be living in Florida). He refused to stay in his crate the first night but the second day started gathering his toys and going in on his own: “I got this – I’m crate training myself!” Two weeks ago I was thinking we needed a smaller crate and today I realized he’s wall to wall when he stretches out – we might need a bigger one!






It’s amazing how attentive he is to everything, and he gets us out walking and looking and playing… so much joy.
I have gardened most of my life – sometimes on balconies of apartments but mostly I’ve been lucky enough to have homes with lawns ready to tear up and make gardens of. It’s led to lots of good things. The first house I owned was organized and supported by a neighbour who had watched me garden in this little urban space and when they found out we were renting they made it possible for us to buy another, bigger house with a larger garden. A developer wanted it to be part of a housing development and we said we’d sell if we could get enough money to move to Gabriola Island – by the time we got there we only had enough cash for a half-acre but then we made a new garden and I started writing about gardening – a monthly article for a magazine that I loved, and a weekly column for the local paper, and assorted other articles that appeared in other places. That led to the purchase of a hobby farm and more project, always on tight budget with big visions, and then I came back to the city and mostly enjoyed my friend’s garden (the product of a gardening family, so always something interesting going on!). Gary and I then bought our current New Westminster house, not least because it is almost a double lot…
































After nearly 20 years here our garden is re-emerging and changing. A couple of trees that grew way bigger than I ever expected had to go… more need to be taken out or shaped down to size so I got a little chainsaw for my birthday and will see what I can manage. While I was working on my last degrees I didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening (after we had the very bad idea of “let’s leave this blackberry bush here and see what happens!” – what happened was that it took over the whole yard!). So we’ve spent the last month lopping back brambles, digging out roots, bagging it all up and sending it to the compost works. What’s emerging is very cool – some densely shaded areas – and I am loving spending time there, as is Gary and Zev.
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