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Ten years of memories

I've been feeling nostalgic lately. A little depressed at the state of the world, with climate change wreaking havoc, Russian aggression, convoy reckoning and all the rest.


So I thought I'd do a little pick-me-up retrospective of the 10 years we've been here at the farmette.

The first year - 2012 - we found Hobbes in our barn. Scrappy, full of snot and disease. But we had him fixed up and kept him, and glad we did.





2013 was a doozy. I left my job in Guelph the day I turned 50 and started my own freelance writing business. Yippee!

In 2014, I got to meet Rob's western relatives in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan. Both Bill and Vicky are gone now, and I'm glad we were able to meet their beautiful family. These are the ladies.


In 2015, we had a big blowout at the farmette for sister Sandy's 50th birthday and in 2016, the girls' weekend was a stunner in Montreal, with Leanne, Sandy and Karen.




In the late summer of 2017, Sandy and I went out to British Columbia to attend our nephew Geoff's wedding. Spectacular.


March, 2018 was the last time we went out to visit with our friends Jane and Dana on Vancouver Island. We're planning another trip hopefully in spring 2023.

September, 2019 was sister Barb's 70th birthday. Here she is celebrating with her gorgeous daughter Melissa.

We welcomed two new kittens - Fred and Wilma - into the house when they were dumped on us late that same year. It took well into 2020 to get Wilma to come out from under the folded up futon bed and say hi.


The pandemic hit early that same year, and everyone went into lockdown. I actually cried with relief when, in May, I was able to finally get my first COVID-19 vaccine.

We stayed pretty close to home through much of 2021, but I did manage to get over to Feversham to help out with the spring maple syrup run at the Thorntons.

Which brings us to this year, when we finally gave the farmette house a facelift by re-doing the front beds. What a difference that has made!


So that's it. A really quick 10 years in pictures. Not a bad trip down memory lane.


Until next week. One more gratuitous cat photo. Here's Calvin, right after we brought him home in late 2018. Already deeply in love.