It’s Whisker Wednesday too!
Meow!
There is something so beautiful about sunsets. Perhaps it’s the natural silhouettes they create.
Newtown Branch Sunset
Summer Sunset on Perry’s Point
Winter Dusk on Perry’s Point
Summer Crescent Moon on Perry’s Point
This is the only one not from Newtown, but it is in Newfoundland: Garden Cove Trail just south of Swift Current.
All photos are my own.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Silhouette
”Home was a dream, one I’d never seen, til you came along.” — from Cover Me Up by Jason Isbell
Happy Monday, friends, followers and fellow bookworms! It’s March now as well, so after a particularly snowy winter here in Atlantic Canada, we are getting closer to our long-awaited Spring. Yes!
I have e-book news. My publisher, Running Wild Press, has designated March as Words of Women Month. You guessed it—my novel, The Women of Wild Cove, is featured, and is now on sale in ebook form for 99¢ for the entire month. *
*Available on Kindle, Indigo Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook, Apple Books, and others.
Indigo: The Women of Wild Cove
Amazon: The Women of Wild Cove
Congrats to all my fellow female authors for recognition this month. I will certainly be taking advantage of this big sale too:
Have a great week, everyone!
During a trip to St. John’s last weekend, Paul and I stopped by Coles Bookstore in the Avalon Mall. He had an Indigo gift card from his Christmas stocking that was burning a hole in his wallet, and I thought it would be a great idea to see, for the first time, my latest book on the shelf at an actual bricks and mortar establishment.
I wasn’t disappointed. There it was, in the local interest (Newfoundland and Labrador) section.
We left there and visited Chapters, the big box bookstore in the capital city.
Once again, I was pleased to see The Women of Wild Cove on the shelf, this time in the Fiction and Literature section.
At the suggestion of bookstore employee Megan, I happily signed all copies.
Megan told me they would be displayed as author-signed copies for more visibility.
So, townie friends, followers and fellow bookworms, there you have it. Last time I checked, there was only one of my novels left in stock at the Village Mall Coles location. You can get a copy at either of these locations, or at Indigo.ca, as well as Amazon. 📚
When I came across this post of mine from EXACTLY ten years ago to the day, I couldn’t resist a reblog. I know many of you are sick of winter about now, but I thought Vivian and Maisie might brighten your day a little. And there’s another reason. We still miss these two so much, it brightens our day as well.
Hey, everyone, I’m back!! 
Vivian K. Perry here, to tell you all about the
snowstorm forecast for most of the island of Newfoundland tonight and tomorrow.
We’re well acquainted with winter storms in this neck of the woods, but I think we are in for a mother of a blizzard this time, with 30 to 50 centimeters and high winds promised for central, and for us, before it’s all over!
Here are Maisie and I, first this morning, and second, how we will weather the storm:
Besides all of this, there is still work to be done. Please watch this little video clip below of me in Paul’s office. He puts me in a bed on top of his printer when I get lonely for his company. Be sure to turn up your volume so you can hear me purr.
Stay warm and see you all next time after we dig out!
*First posted January 29, 2016
“Our house is a very, very, very
fine house … “
… With two cats in the yard …
… Life used to be so hard … now everything is easy ’cause of you.” 💕
💙🐾 🐾 🐾 🐾 🐾 🐾💙
I know, I know. Lou and Gord don’t go out in the yard. They are indoor cats. However, we are considering buying leashes and harnesses to take them outside when summer comes. We’ll see!
*Our House, a song by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Hey, folks!
WordPress informs me that I have an anniversary. As of yesterday, I have been blogging for fourteen years.
Truth be told—and as many of you know—I don’t blog as often as I used to, but I’ll try to keep posting for a few years yet. And maybe Gord and Lou Purry can do more guest posts to help out!
I have also reached my 2025 Reading Challenge as of yesterday, with fifty books read, all accounted for on Goodreads.
Have you taken a Reading Challenge this year?
And bloggers: how long have you been blogging?
Do tell! Chat soon in the New Year!
*This post has been slightly updated since it first appeared in 2014. The grandkids (as well as us!) are much older now.
As the busy days of December flurry past and we march through our calendars to Christmas, I ponder on the many elements of the season.
Reflecting on most of my Christmases, I feel a warm glow around my heart. But where does that feeling come from? What is my common denominator, the origin of these warm, fuzzy, though sometimes bittersweet, emotions?
For me, it is Family. My most precious memories are intertwined with the love of close family through the years, especially the early reminiscences of my mom and dad, bless their souls, who helped create the tinseled childhood magic I hold so synonymous with Christmas.
Then came the low period. For years, more precisely since my mother became ill, I was the Scrooge who just wanted Christmas to go away. Putting up a tree, cooking and baking, the shopping, I only wanted to get it over with. Nothing seemed the same anymore after Mom got sick and passed away. I missed Dad too, of course, but to me, my mother epitomized Christmas, with her Nanaimo bars, her sumptuous turkey dinner, and her selfless but fun-loving spirit. I couldn’t look at a tree without thinking of that time in 1994 I couldn’t get home, and she kept hers up and decorated for my visit on January 15th.
Without my mom, my heart was no longer in it.
But somehow, this year feels different. At last, I can say I’m not going through the motions of the season. There is a sleigh full of love, too, in the shiny new memories I forge these days with my children and their significant others, and with our beloved grandchildren. There is a renewed love, baked into the Christmas cookies I prepare (and the ones I buy), and in the gifts I wrap for them (yes, that includes gift cards!). There is love and wonder in our hearts seeing our grandson sing in his Grade One Christmas concert. There is laughter again while watching TV shows with the kids, including How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and silly Mr. Bean’s version of the holiday.
There is revived anticipation of traveling back to see our loved ones in a couple of weeks, a fresh gratitude when we gather round with our extended families, to eat and celebrate together. And when we return, there are the New Year’s festivities with friends here, who always make us feel like family.
Until I am with my grandbabies again, I will hang their pictures of the Grinch they drew for us this past weekend . . .
. . . and I’ll remember the conversation my grandson and I had on Saturday morning. He imagined being so tall his head touched the clouds. We joked about it, and then I said:
“If you’re that tall, people wouldn’t be able to talk to you. Not even your girlfriend could talk to you.”
“I don’t want one,” he said.
“A girlfriend?”
“No,” he said, giving me a hug. “I only want you, Nanny.”
Me: {{{heart melting}}} “Awww!” 💕
What do you love about this time of year? Celebrating with family? Giving to the less fortunate? The church services? The carols? The decorations? The feasts and treats?
Or is it all “Bah Humbug”? Has it been overshadowed by loss in your life?
Please share: what does Christmas mean to you?
*Originally posted in 2014
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