Category Archives: The Cabin

Picking Berries While Colour-Blind

Even before I knew I was colour-blind I was aware that there were things I simply couldn’t see. I never knew the significance of the deficit, but I was all too aware of the privation associated with it. When I … Continue reading

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The Collection of Water

There is something compelling, almost magical about the collection of rainwater. Like many human concerns it is a work that is tied to biological need and dates from so far back in antiquity that we have little information about our … Continue reading

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Preparing to Leave

Late this week I make my last round trip into town. Then, I have to prep the land for the winter. It is a relatively easy task now, since I’ve set up shutters for the windows and a framework for … Continue reading

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Writing to a Deadline

The month is draining into the long tube that carries all of our days away. I’m only here for another week and a half, and I’ve started another novel. I’ll try to get part of the draft done before I … Continue reading

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Stories and Novels

It was raining the many times I woke this morning but I persevered until I’d slept in. At nine I was up and charging the laptop. It was still cool and raining off and on, but it looks like the … Continue reading

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More Editing

I woke up late this morning and tried to make up for it by hauling rocks. I’m collecting rocks and boulders for a raised fire pit, kind of a Dutch oven, that I want to build. Soon it was too … Continue reading

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Gardening and the Swamp

I hauled more muck today, so one of the garden plots has a fresh coating of half-rotted leaves and swamp muck. It should make a better growing surface next year, if I have a garden instead of driving west. I … Continue reading

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Hauling Muck

Films often end on the same scenes of their opening, a kind of hint to the audience to what is coming. In my case, I hauled muck this morning, just as I did in the spring. I skimmed it from … Continue reading

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Grouting

I knew I was going to help Dennis and Kim with grouting in the basement, so I didn’t do much beyond having breakfast before I left. I arrived before Kim and the girls were back from groceries, so I started … Continue reading

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Strange Works

I was up late last night. I couldn’t sleep for some reason, so I did some editing and then watched Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s MicMacs à tire-larigot. This morning I woke up relatively early considering, so I listened to the weather and … Continue reading

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