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About westlakemusings

In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.

New Beginnings

With an inflatable plastic cushion positioned under my tender stitches and our freshly born son safely strapped into his new car seat, we headed east. Goodbye Toronto. Hello Ottawa, my new home. The year was 1992. I was 39 years … Continue reading

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Looking for Coins

Trips to the bank have been few and far between this summer as the Main Street construction continues Actual currency is its own commodity “Do you have any money?” he called out from the kitchen “Sure, help yourself. Take a … Continue reading

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Bertie McLam Cole

Bertie McLam Cole (my grandmother) was a preemie baby. She was born during a particularly cold February night in 1893. For the first tentative weeks of Bertie’s life she lay swaddled up and toasty, sleeping on the open oven door. … Continue reading

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Another Word for Art

   Art has always been a part of my life. Both my maternal grandparents and my parents collected beautiful paintings.     My father coveted his Asian art but also took an interest in Toronto’s new modern art movement. I was … Continue reading

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I am an RVer

  Ah… the call of the open road. Adventure awaits. I love starting each morning with anticipation; discovering North America like I’m a female John Cabot or Henry Hudson. I am an RVer. We bought our first motor home five … Continue reading

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In an eternal tug of war The sea The shore Both relentless Their invisible arms rock the bounty, smoothing, tumbling, claiming for their own

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Late Summer Garden

I’m like a cricket among  brittle grass pushing aside seed heads and husk Cicadas  hum or is it hydro lines? Startled grasshoppers spring  and purple asters watch butterflies dance overhead

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