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Sisterhood Stories – The prettiest season

The prettiest season is definitely peony season!  If you are, like me, a peony addict, you find that season to also be way too short. Peonies make every garden look luxurious with their large, colorful and heavenly scented blooms. This year I couldn’t add a new peony cultivar to my garden, not that I didn’t want to, but when you want special bulbs, there’s a price tag coming with it, and I couldn’t justify spending a hundred dollars for a tiny plant. Because, it’s obvious that I’d end up wanting more than one, right? Still looking for the perfect yellow one, by the way…

This year, the prettiest season was really cut short due to steady rainfalls.  The long, heavy stems bent under the weight of water-filled blooms, the moist petals getting moldy and falling before I had time to fully enjoy them.

So, all my plans for an ginormous collection of still life photos featuring peonies will have to wait for next year.  I did manage to capture a couple of images from my coral peony that blooms a couple of days before the others, and I cut a couple of white buds that I got to enjoy before they were all wasted.

Here’s this year meagre selection of images, enjoy xox

Peonies 1

peonies 2

peonies 3

peonies 4

peonies 5

peonies 6

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Sisterhood Stories – Timepieces and pieces of time

I’ve been wanting to photograph these pocket watches for a long time, never getting the opportunity until a couple of weeks ago. They belong to my father in law. He loves watches and knows how to take them apart and fix them. He has all these gears and tiny pieces, it’s fascinating. It’s probably why my husband is also a Mr Fix it. He can fix anything! It’s a blessing and a curse. He can always find a way to save my old and treasured pieces or mementos. But then, he can also fix old eye-sore appliances. “Honey! It was simply a hose!” Then, it’s a strap or whatever he found that could be replaced, sigh… But I digress.

I originally wanted to write about time. The one the anxious in me sees slipping away like sand through one’s fingers. Have you noticed how experiences seem reversed at some point through parenthood? There are all those exciting first times, first smile, first step and first “I love you”.

Later comes the sneaky last times. The ones you never saw coming and that hit you like a ton of bricks. The last storytime in bed. One day, they’ll just go to bed like it never happened, and the worst thing is, you might just not notice. You never expected that last time was really the LAST time.

That just scares me like crazy. Honestly, I’m not built to deal with this.  At least that’s what I tell myself. I always manage to overcome my fears when the time comes, but the doubt is still lurking just below the surface. One just makes it through in the hopes that the first times or last times are remembered and treasured as part of something bigger and precious.

Motherhood is made of thousands of little joys and miracles and thousands of griefs and losses. There’s really nothing quite like it, and even though I’m still scared daily, it’s still the most amazing of journeys.

Pocket watches 1

Pocket watches 2

Pocket watches 3

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Sisterhood Stories – Muscari fever

If there were such a thing as Muscari fever, well I think I’d be suffering from it.  Seriously,  I just LOVE these tiny, tightly packed bells. And the fact that they’re blue just adds to their loveliness.  There never is enough blue in a garden!  These pretties are always stealing the show in the spring, and I’m sad to see that they never last long enough.  That’s why I take lots of photos each year.

It had never occurred to me that grape hyacinth could come in another shade than blue.  Just my luck, they do! In white, pink, baby blue, and combos of blue and white.  Some also look like they’re wearing a bonnet!  So cute!  I just need them all!  I’d need a bigger yard. Or maybe I’m just living in the wrong era.

What if I was a Babylon Queen and could walk in the hanging gardens.  I could picture it.

I could also be sitting in Monet’s garden at Giverny, watching him paint. Drinking wine. Yes. That’s more like it.  I think the fever has me in a delirious state 🙂

Do you have a dream garden?  What does it look like? I do prefer an eclectic mix, a little bit messy and overgrown.  More like the English gardens.  The French gardens are just too tidy for me.  That’s all a matter of personal preferences, of course.  I’ll leave you with some delightful blues, until next time xox







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Sisterhood Stories – Early Morning

One of the things I love the most, come spring, is to walk in my garden, early in the morning, while sipping my coffee. Just me and the birds. I sometimes bring my camera too if I need company or if I found something to capture.  Which happens quite often since a garden is alive and ever changing, and the light is never the same either. So, prepare to be bored by the amount of images or posts related to my little space. I’ve been working like crazy this past week to have everything ready for summer.  Sanding and painting the raised beds a lively green apple color, planting and adding mulch and manure.  Soon I’ll be able to sit down in my swing and watch the magic happen.  because it will.  It does everytime.

There’s that odd thing, every single time I go out in the garden bright and early, this songs pops in my head. Every.Single.Time.  It’s an old song you probably don’t know, but I’m sure you’ve heard about the group, one of my favorites bands ever (and one of the most underestimated, because people only listened at the first hits and didn’t bother to listen to more of their work. That’s just a true fan’s opinion 🙂 ).

“Say you know you will, move me like you do…”

Here are some photos taken on an early stroll in the garden, one of the many I’ll take now that the warmer weather is here.






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Sisterhood Stories – Spring has sprung!

Spring has sprung!  Yes!  Definitely! Living in a place that has four complete seasons is truly amazing.  We welcome the arrival of each one with delight. Even winter. The first snowfall is always magical, and the fall colors are so beautiful it sometimes makes you wonder how on Earth is this even possible. The blazing warmth of the lazy summer is oh! so great too! Spring is the loveliest one, all in softness and pastel colors,  It’s like waking up from a long numbing sleep.  Like all the weight is lifted from your shoulders and you feel brand new. Energy comes back with the lengthening of days.  You don’t feel tired even when robins or cardinals sing their little hearts out at 4 am and you have a long day ahead.  It’s just too beautiful (and short) to waste it away.

As you can guess my head is already in my garden (and both feet too!) planning the veggie patches, starting seedlings, getting out the garden gnomes.  The joy of walking around the yard each day, watching it bloom and slowing growing is incomparable.  It really is my happy place.

Barefoot in the grass, feeling the damp earth under your feet is one of the most humbling experiences.  If everyone just tried it, once, stopping for a minute and really letting the energy flow through you. Becoming more mindful of where you are standing and how blessed you are to be surrounded by such beauty, even when it’s at a small scale.  Just a patch of garden will do to make you feel connected to a larger universe, to a never ending cycle of growth and renewal. Try it, and let me know.

Here are some new photos taken in the garden, the crocuses are still going strong, the scilla has woken up and the magnolia is making itself pretty inside it’s buds.  There will be good things to come this season, I just know it.

Dried hydrangeas

Autumn grasses

Crocus bud

Crocus bud


Open crocus

Ladybug on crocus


And just because I’m a hockey mom and I like to brag.  Spring also means it’s the end of hockey season, and this year, like the last and the one before that, my son’s team were champions.  The fun thing though this year is not only he got to take home a banner but also a championship ring, I thought that was the coolest thing!  Like the NHL players when they win the Stanley cup 🙂


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