The Return after Moncton

I was away for what felt like a long time. I drove straight to Moncton and hung out with my friends there for three days. I came back yesterday, to stay in Fredericton, and then worked on a shelf unit with Miriam for Kim. We nearly finished that when their friends came from Ontario and I left for the bush.

It is interesting to come here after being away. There is more growth in the garden and oddly, even given the rain lately, the slugs haven’t destroyed my potatoes and zucchini that they have access too. I did a tour of the garden when I arrived just before a rain, and everything looks great. I ate some lettuce and beet greens to start my dinner. It is very satisfying to grow something I can eat other than chives, rhubarb and mint.

I am tired from the schedule lately and I think I’ll be to sleep early.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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