Month: July 2016

I wake at 8:15am because it takes me exactly 45 minutes to present home made waffles with whip, local blueberries, Quebec maple syrup and bacon. I let out ol’ desperate eyed Tartuffe (he doesn’t bark or whine, he implores, silently, which believe me, is very loud) I pick some nasturtiums, mint and lavender for garnish and smell the crisp fragrant Bowen air. How I love being here. Today I have my first vegetarians at our BnB (which, by the way, is more than halfway sold out for the entire summer). The closest thing I could find to “bacon” in the…

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I have always held to the idea that I hate daisies. They smell like asparagus piss. I’ve even put this in a play. I am not sure when I concluded I despised them. Probably as a child I bent over a bunch and took a big whiff.  Maybe as an adult I was given a cheap Safeway bundle wrapped with a side of resentment from a suitor who begrudgingly gave them to me for opening night, jealous that I was working and he wasn’t. Yeah, that’s probably it. I remember now. They were died blue and they turned the water…

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