The Spirit Man
Progress Report on There’s a Witchdoctor in My Grandmother’s Bathroom:
The witchdoctor has been renamed the Spirit Man. We’re still debating titles. I sent Eric Orchard photos of the Spirit Man carving, and of the newspaper photo I clipped as my image of Jane, and he’s playing with ideas. The second round of editing is finished, so it’s off my desk for another week or so. It’s starting to feel like a real book.
Maureen
Sunday Morning
Had a cold, feeling better, up at 6:00 am Sunday morning. House quiet, made coffee, sat and wrote. A perfect way to start the day.
Maureen
Spring?
It’s March 2, and it’s been warm and melty for two weeks. I’ve spotted a few things growing in my garden – some garlic greens close to the house on the south side, and daffodil tips pushing their way through a layer of leaves on the east side. And if I look at the grass where the snow has just melted and tilt my head just right, I can convince myself I see green.
Now, I know that anyone who knows Calgary, or who’s up to their eyeballs in snow, might not believe me, so I’ve attached proof (see photo).
As a gardener living in a bizarre climate, I’ve decided that the very first signs of green mean it’s the beginning of spring (not that we won’t have more snow, of course). And so I now declare that spring has arrived in Calgary.
Maureen
