Wandering Wakefield

Let not one foul VRBO erase a lifetime of ecstatic explorations !

Community is everywhere, and just needs to be built – sometimes by the willingness and togetherness of wet cement, and sometimes with the heaviness and impossible unwieldiness of blocks of grey granite. This is the story of how, long ago on a remote Scottish island, I first experienced its life changing power.

I didn’t know that I cared about daffodils until I realized that by the time I returned to Canada the daffodils in my garden would likely also have flowered and frizzled, and I would have missed out on daffodil season.

January 25th was Robbie Burns Day and all around the world us Scots gather to celebrate the poet, to eat haggis and maybe to dance a reel or two. I decided to post this account of my recent trip back home , so pour yourselves a wee cuppa tea, and sit and sip as you read this blog…..

Be kind and unwind.

As I tore back the bindweed that morning, I was contemplating being a new grandma…I was trying to locate my usefulness, re-establish my relevance.