It’s going to be a very hot day. I am not complaining. I am sitting in my backyard in the early morning sunshine, a cup of tea in hand. I am having it now before it becomes too hot to enjoy it, listening to the Barred Owls hoot: “Who cooks for You?”. Yes, they do actually call to each other early in the morning, much to the consternation of our sons, who are late sleepers. I stretch my stubby little bare toes out wide in the luxury of warmth and realize my shoulders are not up around my ears. Summer has finally arrived. [Read more…]
I have been immersed in my “other life” for the past four weeks, and have neglected everything else except learning lines, blocking and finding characters for the multiple roles I (and my acting partner) play in Harvest, a sweet play for two “mature” actors, by Canadian playwright, Ken Cameron.
Although all kinds of misadventures happen to Allan and Charlotte (our two main characters) in the story, including moving to the city, retirement downsizing, having their home being turned into a marijuana grow-op by renters, [Read more…]
I am having one of those sense memory experiences.
They seem to happen for me a great deal in summer. It must be the warm air tickling my skin and nose hairs, and rustling up odors and sounds that hearken back to “Dayes of Olde”, as I have taken to calling my life before kids.
They range from
- the sound of a float plane crossing a still, blue sky
- the rustling of deciduous leaves in the afternoon heat
- the musky odor of forest dirt, stirred up by a sneaker on a path
- the blast of cruise ship whistles in the harbor (we have a lot of ‘em here in the summer) [Read more…]
It is almost summer in Vancouver. Officially it is, as of this weekend, but just try telling that to Mother Nature. I have been craving berries and summer fruits, and our front yard garden crop of strawberries is beginning to look very good, if wet, but until they are at their peak of perfection, I have found a wonderful cheat.