There are trees here, full of red berries all winter long, which bring me a little hum of joy every time I walk by or under one. All the other trees may be bare and dry, but these are there, full of fruit, red against the white - a gentle but stubborn FU to winter.
Besides the respite from the cold, thus far in the semester, I am much less busy than the fall's mad pace. Enjoying time with Tim, and to myself, has been lovely. Nights of Scrabble, crib and madeleines. Nights of movies out and in. The Saskatoon Farmer's Market on Saturdays and visits to winter festivals with ice sculptures. I have had time to enjoy cooking again - for me, the joy is found in the process more than the result. For cooking, unlike just about everything else, I have nearly infinite patience. there has also been time with family and the beginning of new friendships. Delicious days.
I finally went to Collective Coffee (great space, solid coffee) and found out about this really cool co-work space/community/organization called the TwoTwenty, which I am determined to get involved in somehow. In this new city - there is still so much I don't know and I am still finding my place in it.
P.S. To my B.C. friends and especially Atangardians, I miss you everyday. I love you guys!
