What's there to say

...when there's so much singing going on outside?


This little guy was singing in the willow by my office window, so I cranked it open and took a few pics. Mostly I just listened. Noted the balance.

Among Wood Frogs

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When a creative writing instructor breaks a leg

...she goes all out. I've been catching up with Writing Around the World, a fabulous blog by Judy Berlyne McCrosky, a Saskatchewan writer who designed and is running a creative writing program on Holland America's Grand World Voyage cruise. She's currently on-board a ship crossing the Pacific and seated in a wheelchair after having surgery in the Maldive Islands six weeks ago to repair a badly broken ankle and fibula. What an adventure!

This afternoon I stood in a ditch

...west of here. Heard flickers. An oncoming bicycle. The light


was all wrong.

April showers bring

...May flowers, or so they say. We'll see. So far nothing but the odd wet junco. They sing no matter how hard it rains. That's spring for you.


I mentioned four of these books in my last post. The two on the right came in the mail today. Aphelion by Jenna Butler and Bloom by Michael Lista.

Sunday was a big moose

...snoozing in the willows. That is, until we hit the brakes.


We were on our way to Saskatoon, the final stop of a multipurpose road trip that began on Thursday.

On the literary side of things, we attended the Thistledown launch in Regina on Thursday night. There I bought This Hot Place by Bernadette Wagner and Endgames by Andrew Stubbs.

On Sunday we went to Tonight it's Poetry at Lydia's in Saskatoon where Tracy Hamon launched her new book Interruptions in Glass. I came home with that, too.

I also came home with Ariel Gordon's new book Hump.

I chatted with lots of writers at those events. Had lots of fun.

And I thought of writers I didn't see. For instance, on Friday in Regina as winds gusted to 104 km/h, I saw this chair hang a right near Gerry's place. Likely Gerry's, I said. Drives just like him.