What do you do, when your dog eats not one, not two, but ten raw moose sausages? Oh yes, coming in at a whopping nine pounds, plus two pounds of moose meat... meet Asher, my miniature Dachshund. (I love the picture of my wife and Asher, on our wedding day). Sitting in my lap now … Continue reading Wieners and Sausages
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The Difference Of 150 Feet
Photo by Ritche Perez on Pexels.com What a difference 150 feet can make. Sitting on a bench, overlooking a duck pond across from the Johnson Geo Centre in St. John's, I began to reflect on this fact. About 150 feet to my left, lies another wooden bench that I usually sit on during my lunch … Continue reading The Difference Of 150 Feet
The Safe Harbour
Like a protective harbour, You are my refuge. I make my way through the narrows, Straight into your arms. Protected by the high cliffs and steep mountain sides, You cover me. A place of refreshing, repairing and mending, You make me new. Unbeknownst to the enemy, I am safe inside the walls. Come weary ones, … Continue reading The Safe Harbour
Brutalizing Weeds, Planting Seeds and Farming with my Family
Hey folks and welcome back to another post. I’ve been farming on my days off, and boy! have we had beautiful weather for it. Normally you don’t get sunshine in Newfoundland unless you get wind, and that was the case these past four days. I’m not complaining though, as it kept the flies off of … Continue reading Brutalizing Weeds, Planting Seeds and Farming with my Family
“You Can’t Stop It!”
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Hello folks and welcome back to another post from The Eason Clan. So I spent two hours writing yesterday, and my WordPress App glitched out and I lost EVERYTHING I wrote (it was a pretty solid blog post too, if I do say so myself). Yet even after I complained … Continue reading “You Can’t Stop It!”
Ode to Newfoundland Fog
Cold. Damp. Mysterious. A fog horn sounds: guiding you home. One minute you're walking on a gravel path, the next your enveloped in a thick blanket of grey. Landmarks become useless to the 'eagle eyed' hiker. Experienced walkers lose their bearings. The average person becomes disoriented. A fog horn sounds: guiding you home... Suddenly a … Continue reading Ode to Newfoundland Fog
Beauty In The Pain
Walking past the blossoming flowers, the scent of lavender fills my nose. A beautiful aroma, cascading my senses and reminding me of Your Grace. I need this reminder. Why? Because some days are just plain rough. You hear some bad news, and instantly you feel a gut-punch to your stomach - and a hay-maker to … Continue reading Beauty In The Pain
Short and Sweet: Slowly Developing Patience…Very Slowly.
"Fireeeee truck. Fire TRUCK!!! Here comes the firreeee truck." Maybe if I roll over, the song will stop? Grabbing the blankets, I pulled them to the top of my neck and turned onto my side. Silence. A brief lull? Did he actually stop? "FIRE TRUCK! FIRE TRUCKKKK! HERE COMES THE FIRE TRUCK!" It's 6:10 in … Continue reading Short and Sweet: Slowly Developing Patience…Very Slowly.
Blog Challenge: Railene’s Request
"Hey, hey, we're the Monkees..." That song accurately describes what our children were like nearing the end of our COVID isolation period - an army of monkey extras in Planet of the Apes. It also describes what our house was like - a jungle. Wild. Crazy, and not a great place for a vacation. May … Continue reading Blog Challenge: Railene’s Request
Eason Wars: The COVID Strikes Back
Like the rebels surviving against The Empire, for two years The Eason Clan have gone unscathed - until now. Like Gollum climbing down the steep cliffs west of the Anduin River hunting Frodo in The Lord of The Rings, COVID leapt upon us suddenly. "Dude, enough of the references from popular fiction!" Yeah, yeah. Let's … Continue reading Eason Wars: The COVID Strikes Back
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