A Frog in the Hand
Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House on 12. Oct, 2009 | 6 Comments
I was upstairs, inside, thundering away on my keyboard. Fingers flying, ideas flowing.
I heard Cameron calling my name from outside. I opened the window in our office and hung my head out Rapunzel-style. Looking down, I saw Cameron smiling up at me, saying “Frog, I’ve got a frog!”
I smiled and bent my head back inside [...]
Red Pedicure
Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House on 02. Feb, 2009 | 14 Comments
For the past week I have been on a crazy, sad trip back to British Columbia, Canada, where I was born and raised. I’m still away from the farm, and I am writing to you from my parents’ house in a tiny bed, 6000 kilometres away from Whimfield Farm, the place I now call my [...]
Farm Life versus Work Life
Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in Inspirations, Personal on 20. Jan, 2009 | 14 Comments
I am torn between “country living” and “work”.. One minute I am helping Cameron stack firewood and the next minute I am taking a business phone call. Having a foot in each camp is bizarre, and I’m not afraid to admit that these polar opposites have a tendency to freak me out.
Case in point
It’s bitterly [...]
Demise of a Christmas Tree
Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House, Personal on 10. Jan, 2009 | 24 Comments
Here’s a photo of our yard. Looks inconspicuous, no? Well, I’ll tell you what to look for in a minute.
I am an inadequate home-maker. I don’t clean and I don’t cook. Along the same lines, I have a terrible history of leaving Christmas trees up for way too long.
But this year, I took down our [...]
En Route to a Meeting: A Mishap in the Woods
Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in Outdoors on 09. Oct, 2008 | 8 Comments
My purse, portfolio, and crisp blazer were waiting neatly by the door.
My teeth were freshly brushed. My hair was clean, bouncy, and in perfect position. I had precisely twenty minutes before I had to leave the house for a meeting.
I was wearing my favourite high-heeled shoes. I had it all timed perfectly.
I passed a mirror [...]