Two Years.

Tell your story from you scars - not your wounds, they say.  Until this point, I thought I'd always write from my gashing open wounds.  But lately, I think I'm now almost coming to a place where I can look back and tell my story, tell it from my scars.  I may not be quite there, as that all-familiar lump forms still when I think of her, but I'm getting closer.

Downtown Dwelling - Front Entry

A year ago we made the big move to sell our country property and move downtown Hamilton.  I have moments when I miss the country, the peacefulness and privacy of it.  But we don't have any regrets, and found we settled quickly back into downtown life.

The Concrete Patio

As we wait for our permit to be approved from city hall for the addition we want to build on the back of our house, there are a few yard projects to do in the meantime.

Spring, 2017

It's spring.  Spring, has arrived.  After a long and difficult winter, we have made it through.  The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the backyard is a muddy mess.  New life has sprung.