Giving Thanks


I know we are suppose to be thankful every day but it is nice to have a yearly holiday that celebrates thankfulness.  I am thankful for so many things in my life that it is hard to list them all.  Since today is the most thankful day of the year, I am going to try.  The first thank you will go to not feeling awkward about writing a paragraph with six references to thanking in it.

I am thankful for being able bodied.  We have just returned from a family hike along the rocky beach near our house.  We climbed, we ran, we strolled, and we embraced.   I am not limited by my mobility.  I recently starting biking to work.  I leave early in the morning and cycle by corn fields, a sheep farm, my neighbour’s cattle, and through the fog, the smell of manure, and fallen leaves.  It is a wonderful time to be by myself and watch my world slowly pass by.  I am grateful that I have a body that works well with no pain.

I am thankful that I have a roof over my head.  When I was a teenager, my mom and stepfather went bankrupt.  The bank took our house, changed the locks, and left our possessions inside.  Everyday I am thankful I have a house to come home to.  I am grateful that my children don’t have to worry about where they will live or the financial stability of their parents.   I am grateful that we have enough wood for the winter.  When it is cold outside, we will have a warm space to shelter us.

Both my parents are dead.  I wept for them today.  Holidays are still hard without them.  There is no other relationship like the one you have with your parents.  I was lucky to have both of them in my life for so many different reasons.  They showed me that choices matter, and taught me by example how to live life and how not to.  Their deaths taught me about dying and the pain that accompanies it.  I am grateful to have a greater understanding of that journey.

Although my parents are not with me, I will be surrounded by family for our Thanksgiving feast tomorrow night.  Only three will share my DNA.  I am grateful for the love and support of my husband’s parents and siblings.

Last week I walked by a mother and her grown daughter with her newborn.  The daughter was discussing her dreams, and her mom was fully engaged.  I instantly missed that connection and those conversations that I use to have with my mom.  I also realized that I am no longer the daughter in that scenario.  I have three girls that are sharing their hopes with me now and my role has shifted to the mom.  I am no longer the daughter.  I am grateful to have been handed that role from my previous generation.  I am thankful I know what to do, as I listen to my children, because I had a loving teacher.

I am grateful for my husband, who keeps me laughing, and reminds me to love and be kind.

I am also grateful I snagged an awesome pair of rain boats at the thrift store for $10.

I have so many awesome friends whom I adore.  I am not sure I would be who I am today without my friends.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving weekend in whatever form to takes.  There is always something to be grateful for, you just have to look.  If all the large items in your world are crumbling then be thankful of the small pleasures in your life.  And if all your bigger bits are intact then acknowledge and appreciate how fortunate you are and let the little things slide.  Enjoy the people at your table, hug them, love them, pet the dogs and tickle the kids.  And don’t forget to leave room for a slice of pumpkin pie.


Slack Turning Starts Now


We had a friend come over the other day.  Amongst the Jameson’s, he asked us about our educational backgrounds.  As I rattled off our years of schooling, I thought about how far removed I am from that period in my life.  It is not only long ago in years, but also in ideals.  Since I was a young girl I struggled with what profession to choose.  It was always something new.  I bounced around from artist,  to marine biologist, to architect, to psychologist, to social worker, and then settled on technologist.  My post secondary schooling was long but my career wasn’t.  It got interrupted by adventures and children, as is the story of so many women.  Two degrees later, three children in three years, and some key lifestyle decisions landed us here in Milford, running our bed and breakfast, our Old School Bluegrass Camp, and the odd house concert.  I don’t think any of my schooling prepared me for this current project, but maybe it is that unknown element that drew me here.

I recently met a couple for the second time from my old neighbourhood.  They use to run The Pantry Press on Roncesvalles in Toronto.  Two years ago, they sold their home and moved into a 1990 VW camper van.  It was a temporary move, and they planned to buy a condominium in the city and settle down.  They have been travelling North America, visiting friends, going to festivals and working freelance.  They still run their business but do it mostly online.  When they have a deadline, they rent a house for a few weeks and get to work, but otherwise they are free to travel and follow their hearts.  They are currently doing an artists residency at Spark Box Studio in Prince Edward County  for the month of September.  They plan to mount an installation called Shangria-La, exploring the roadsteaders lifestyle.  They love their new way of life and can’t imagine being tied down to a piece of real estate.  The beauty of their story is that this chapter in their lives was so unplanned but so welcomed.  Neither one of them want to stop their VW camper adventure anytime soon.  You can check out their blog here.

When I peeked into their VW van, it reminded me of the days when Jess and I lived on our boat fifteen years ago.   I have to admit I was intrigued by the smallness of it all.  Living in an 11,000 square foot home comes with lots of perks but cleaning isn’t one of them.  I could whip up a VW van in a matter of minutes.  I could lounge in cleanliness with little effort.  Not having any stuff is also very appealing to me, and I know Jess would love that aspect of small living.  It made me think that maybe my current situation isn’t a forever one.  Perhaps my retirement plans should include a VW camper or a sailboat.

We have been busy around here as per usual.  I am blaming general busyness for my lack of blog posts this season.  I hope to get back on track today.  This is officially my turning my slack around post. I’ve been a prolific Instagrammer as of late, but a real lame blogger.  And by lame I mean I haven’t written many posts lately.  I don’t want you to envision me dragging around my left leg when I walk or being mocked in my cardio class because I am unable to lift my arm above my chest.


Our Old School Bluegrass Camp was a hit again this year.  We had so much fun, with so many great people and fabulous music.  July seems so long ago, but we are already preparing for next year’s camp.  Registration will open December 1st.

Our bed and breakfast, South in Milford,  has been bustling this season which is wonderful.  We have had some lovely people stay with us.  The tourist season is settling down a bit now, which is a nice change since we are exhausted.  We mostly have guests on the weekends, which is manageable with the kids back in school.


It was very dry here this summer.  Prince Edward County had a level 3 drought.  Many of our neighbours crops were lost.  It was a very good growing season for the vineyards, although they also struggled with the lack of water as well.  Our garden languished in the heat, and we couldn’t keep up with the watering.  Our 9 acres were yellow and crunchy to the touch.  Most of our 1500 saplings that Jess planted have died.  We have had some much needed rain recently, and the lush green landscapes have returned just in time for fair season.  We spent last weekend at the Picton Fair and we are very excited about the Milford Fair this coming weekend.  Wini will be entering a nature photograph for the photography contest, and I plan on competing in the skillet toss again this year.  I won second place last year and received a $5 prize.  I quickly reinvested that $5 at the 4H milkshake stand.  If you are in Prince Edward County this upcoming weekend come out to the Milford Fair.  It is the best show in town!




Old School Bluegrass Camp 2016!


It is getting down to crunch time!  Only six more weeks to go.  If you love bluegrass, and play an instrument, you need to get over here for July 3-8th.  We have the best instructors a camp can offer.  Check out this list:  Sam Allison, the whole entire Slocan Ramblers band, ya you heard me, Ivan Rosenberg, and Ben Plotnik!

Spots are filling up fast but we still have some room.  Those mandolin players were highly organized this year.  There are no spots left for mandolin for 2016 but we still room for clawhammer banjo, bluegrass banjo, stand up bass, fiddle and flat pickin guitar.

Don’t delay!  Register here.

Back On!


Well hello there.  I haven’t spoken to you in a while.  We had a great trip.  Thanks so much for asking.  It is lovely to see you too.

We have actually been back for almost three weeks now.  We really did have a fantastic time away.  And I am so glad to be home.  As per usual, things are hopping around here.  It’s May, and the season is in full swing.

After getting up at 5 am to catch our flight, flying for 8 hours, having a little visit with Jess’ family in Toronto, then jumping in the car and driving for three hours, we arrived home.  Oh and we lost 5 hours along the way.  It must of fallen out of my purse amongst all the hubbub.  When we pulled up our driveway, there were two cars waiting for us.  They happened to be in the County that weekend and were wondering if we didn’t mind giving them a tour.  I explained our haggard appearance and gave them a quick look around inside our home.

Luckily I didn’t show them my kids rooms, as we soon found Wini and Ruby’s room full of water.  Our roof has been leaking for some time now, but I guess Roofart (it’s an old family name) decided to have a real leaky party while his owners were away.  It is so hard to discipline roofs these days.  We have tried tarring and blow torching that roof for hours on end but he still misbehaves.  Roofart was suppose to be replaced in April but that darn weather kept raining and snowing making the job near impossible.

May has brought sunshine and roofers, and lots of guests to our bed and breakfast.  Sometimes that combination doesn’t quite mix.  We were very lucky to have J and J stay in Classroom #1 while the roof was being torn apart above them.  They were the most patient and understanding guests that any establishment could hope for. Excuse me but I have an announcement to make: J and J you both are totally awesome!  I am hereby naming you both Super Awesome Super Guests.  It is a newly formed South award.  Newly formed just this minute.  It is an award for recognizing the super awesomeness of super awesome guests.  I may have a plaque made or more realistically, I may add Make Super Awesomeness Plaque on my To Do List.  I have a very long to do list so it may take me a few years to get that plaque out there.  But it will get done.

One thing I can scratch off my To Do List is grout bathroom tile, which Jess and I did this afternoon.  It is the perfect job for a beautiful sunny spring day.  Our bathroom is almost done, and it is going to look fantastic.  I will post before and after photos once it is done.  My big reveal is that we did remove the 4 urinals leaking brown ooze.  It was a tough call but I didn’t want any of us to get too soft with lots of fancy things.

That’s all the spring news for now!

I am leaving you with my favorite photo of myself and my cousin Simon.  I am quite sure he won’t be happy about having his photo posted on my blog.  But he will soon get over it when he remembers the wonderful time we had at Foxton Locks.  Until we meet again S.E.!




The kids and I are off on our adventure next week.  I’m packing my mom up in a ziplock bag and taking her to England.  Don’t worry she’ll be double bagged, maybe tripled if I am feeling generous.  I wouldn’t want to leave a trail of Hawkins’ ashes across the Atlantic.

We will be arriving in Paris and meeting our dear friend Jenny, who is living the dream in France for the year with her family.  The five of us have some very touristy plans sandwiched between eating cheese, bread, wine, and then more cheese.  If I haven’t partially morphed into an attractive half woman/half cheese hybrid upon my return to Canada then I haven’t done my job as a cheese loving tourist.  And if I return as an unattractive cheesy human entity, please feel free to serve my cheesy bits on crackers to guests and donate the other half to science.  So that’s Paris in a nutshell.

The rest of the month will be spent at Jenny’s house in the south of France, and with my lovely family in Lesceister with a few extra nights in London.  We need to round out our touristy agenda with a trip to Buckingham Palace, and tea with the queen.  I hope she is available on short notice.  If not, we will settle for Kate and that guy she is married to.

We have many long journeys ahead of us this month.  We are not bringing any screens with us, but have our bags packed with books, journals, notepads and coloured pencils.  I find I do my best creative thinking and planning on long car trips.  I hope that transfers to planes and trains.  I would like to write more.  If I just keep saying that perhaps it will happen.  I’m hoping to take the time on these long passages to get some thoughts on paper.  I believe everyone has something interesting to say, maybe not all the time, but we do have at least one interesting thought or experience to share.  Sometimes you just need the solitude and boredom to bring it forth.  I’m hoping that happens to me and my kids on this trip.

I had my last writing workshop a few weeks ago.  My favorite part of the workshop was what I called pressure writing.  It was when you were given a short 10-15 minutes to write something specific down on paper.  I was always stumped but eventually churned something out.  My fear would rise exponentially as my fellow classmates would be furiously writing while I simply stared at them.  Our last pressure writing exercise was the most interesting to me.  Our instructor read us a poem describing the writer and then gave us the formula so we could describe ourselves.  Here is the passage:

Where I’m From

I am from clothespins, from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch. (Black, glistening, it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush the Dutch elm whose long-gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I’m from fudge and eyeglasses, from Imogene and Alafair.
I’m from the know-it-alls and the pass-it-ons, from Perk up! and Pipe down!
I’m from He restoreth my soul with a cottonball lamb and ten verses I can say myself.

I’m from Artemus and Billie’s Branch, fried corn and strong coffee.

From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger, the eye my father shut to keep his sight.

Under my bed was a dress box spilling old pictures, a sift of lost faces to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments–snapped before I budded –leaf-fall from the family tree.


Here is the formula.


specific ordinary item: 

product name: 

sensory detail of home: 

plant flower or natural item:  

family tradition, trait, tendency: 

faith religion or superstitious belief: 

place of birth or ancestry:

food item: 

specific family story: 

I encourage everyone to do this, as you all can.  Fill it in when you are standing in line, driving your car, on the subway or anytime there is blank space in your day.  Your poem can be different for different periods in your life.  Be creative.  You have something interesting to share even if it is just for yourself.

I will share mine.  It is not mind blowing but it is a part of me.  Send me yours if you’d like.  I want to read them.


Where I am From  

I am the paper bag that housed my lunch time cheese and mustard sandwiches that I was too embarrassed to take out and eat in front of the other children.

I am the swaths of possibilities at at our local Fabricland.

I am the soft touch of the beige corduroy couch that my mother upholstered herself.

I am the lily of the valley flowing from the pots on my bedside table.

I am the laughter that flows even  in the depth of sadness.

I am the wonder of the unknown beyond death.

I am the busy streets of west end Toronto enveloped in wafts of chocolate from the local Hershey’s factory. 

I am the perfect marriage between rice, chicken and a can of Campbell’s mushroom soup. 

I am the adoption that never was when I was born with an IUD on my head.

Have a wonderful month of April.  I will be back to my screen in May.  Enjoy your spring and the tulips!

Love Your Library


As per usual, things have been busy around here.  The season is just around the corner, and there is a long list of jobs to do.  I’ve just spent the last 5 days painting the staff room which is used as a communal kitchen for our guests.  I have aches and pains in my upper back that I’ve never experienced before.  I am calling it upper cabinet roller shoulder.  It is similar to tennis elbow, except less elitist and it doesn’t look as good in tennis whites because of the paint stains.

On a non manual labour note, we survived March Break even though it was a very soggy week.  When I use the term “we”, I am referring to me.  I did the bulk of daytime child care/entertaining.  Once again having a gym in my home saved us from cabin fever during those rainy days.  There was not a lot of enthusiasm for the bouncy castle as of late, so we have set up a badminton court in front of the stage.  It turns out badminton is the perfect indoor sport.  It is hard to take out someone’s eye or break a window with a birdie.  Unfortunately, Elsa our dog has eaten one of our birdies.  We are down to only a treasured one.

Another saving grace was the Stop Motion Movie workshop at our local library.  Prince Edward County libraries are the best.  It was a two day, free workshop with artist Krista Dalby.  Krista is such an awesome creative force in our community.  Small Pond Arts, Puppeteers without Borders, and The Firelight Lantern Festival  are just a few of the incredible things she does.  My kids loved every minute of her workshop and are now obsessed with stop motion movies.  Wini and Ruby have set up a film set on our stage and it has been getting a lot of use this past week.  To check out the movies the kids made at the library, click here and here.

If you want to see what serious stop motion artists film, click here.  It is a wee bit violence, but don’t worry, it is the good kind of violence.  All in the name of art.

We ended the week with a a good old fashion bonfire with friends to celebrate the spring equinox.  Nothing rings in the new season like the first fire.  My friend Allison captured this great photo of Reya gleefully jumping through the smoke. I’m looking forward to many more bonfires in my near future.


Old School Bluegrass Camp 2016

OLD SCHOOL BGC POSTER 2016 final copy

It’s all coming together.  It is still March and we are already half way full for our Old School Bluegrass Camp 2016.  Last year was such a musical blast that we can’t wait until this year’s camp!

We have a fabulous line up of instructors from Ben Plotnik, Ivan Rosenberg and Sam Allison to the whole Slocan Ramblers band.  Most of these talented musicians are teaching workshops across Canada this summer, and Old School Bluegrass Camp students can study with them right here in Ontario! Plus campers get a one on one session with their instructor.  That is unheard of at most musical camps.

If you would like to come out and play some bluegrass, meet other musicians, learn to play in a bluegrass band, and generally have an awesome musical time in Prince Edward County at my house, then sign up here.  Spots are limited, so don’t delay!

See you in July!