Weekly Stories

Eggs in the Basket

Last fall I handed the kids a bag of daffodils and said, “surprise me”. Now the hearty buttery blooms are coming up and I am delighted by the children’s choices. Who planted these ones by the chopping block? Who chose to dig them in so far down the driveway? I never thought they’d grow in this shade. Yes, there’s a line of them on top of the chicken coop! I am alone at the Bowen house. The kids are with their other parents and my Fellow is quarantining himself in Vancouver and taking on extra work shifts at the firehall….

Better Half

In the golden hour, we decide to go for a walk with the kids along Wall Street and catch the industrial view of the Vancouver harbour. The teens have loped ahead with their long legs and their passionate conversation about…hm…music I suspect. Today I was introduced to Tame…llama…or Gentle Impala…Friendly Iguana? Careful Alpaca. The cherry blossoms are now in full wedding gown bloom and the magnolias are popping, giving the red lipsticked camellias company (sloppy drunk on their own beauty, sprawling across front lawns). Pert iris leaves poke out of the ground and heather’s shoulders are pink. A young bulldog…

sprout

I step over Dyson, the vacuum repair owner’s big golden retriever, and fill out the warrantee for the little AirStream I have bought for the new suite. Dyson raises one eyebrow, as if to say, “watch the tail” and I pat her on the head, reassuringly. I have a very tidy young Englishman moving in and I know he will want a “Hoover”. He’s going to be a dream of a tenant. I can tell already. His button up shirt was so crisp and he had all his paperwork laid out in a clean plastic folder before I even asked…

Won’t die of a thousand fakes

After I pay my bill and wave off a second cup of coffee, Gord starts to sing, “scared” and I am immediately thrown back in my booth to listen. How I love the timber of his voice, I think this and swirl the remains of my cup while examining the simple sign of the restaurant: timber. The tragically hip: cool boy lyrics that I was never quite cool enough to understand. Reminds me of the boys I dated when I bought this tape, back when a person bought tapes: Tofino camping, tangled ringlets that smelled of sea weed, tobacco leaf…

reunion

I pull the garlic and finally, I have a bulb that fills my palm. We’ve had a hard time growing anything larger than a hazelnut. I text my husband a warning before I send him the picture of the bounty, “This could make you horny…” I want to get a soil tester for the fall, we should be doing better with our root plants. So much I want to do and get and try and learn and and and…home-owning. You know the feeling, I’m sure. I pull a bushel of weeds and feed them to the hens. They have been…

Seville Day 9-11 of a family travels Spain: a dancer, a parasol and a tile floor

Walking through Triana a trio of leggy teenaged girls leapt out from a convenience store, all wearing matching light blue school uniforms. The tallest girl with her hazel eyes and caramel hair jumped right in front of Scott, likely on a dare, and made a goofy face at him and yelled out playfully, “Hello! English!” The other girls howled with laughter and then they were off, crossing a traffic circle, munching their chocolate wafers. Triana is a neighbourhood of Seville that used to be its own little town, separated by the Guadalquivir river. it’s basically where the inquisition castle was,…

Day 8: A family travels Spain: Seville

How can I not fall madly in love with a city that smells like orange blossoms? Oh Seville, you have stolen my heart. You are gorgeous. We flew into Seville because it was faster and more economical than the train. We stayed in a residential part of Triana, across the canal: quiet and non-touristy. We’re in a series of apartment buildings that were erected on the site of an old ceramics factory. Right across from our flat is a large sprawling patio restaurant and garden behind an odd industrial looking wall: part of the abandoned factory I suppose. A big…

Day Seven of a Family travels to Spain: Parc Güell, Sagrada Familia and a friend heads into the Beyond

Today was my favourite day in Barcelona. We spent the day with Gaudi and I see why he was so loved and given such free reign to create all over the city. His many architectural works embody Catalan modernisme, a movement that started in the 1880s. The Catalan region had an industrial and cultural boom and embraced an artistic movement (in not only architecture but in iterature and fine art, etc), as the new bold identity of the Catalan people heading into the twentieth century. Modernist movements were happening all over Europe at this time: in Scotland, Italy, Germany. Later,…

Day Six of A Family travels Spain: a fail turns gorgeous in Montserrat

Our most exciting pre-booked adventure was a horseback ride in Montserrat through AirBnB experiences, with a guided tour of the abbey, lunch, and a gondola ride. It was pricey, but worth it. We were to meet Juan and the rest of the party downtown Barcelona by 8:30am. We drove into Barcelona, there was rush hour traffic, no problem, accounted for. We’d just drop off the rental car and walk to the meeting point five minutes away. Easy. In an hour of driving we didn’t see even one gas station. But that was okay, Budget rental gal said there was one…

A family travels Spain Day five: Dali

I’m not sure what would have tested our loving bond of matrimony more: having me drive with the husband navigating, or having the husband drive with me navigating. I was the one who renewed my international driver’s license so I was the one behind the wheel much to Fellow’s chagrin. He always drives. I love to drive, absolutely love it, and I’m good at it, but I hate a back seat driver so…that’s the way it ends up between us. The driver’s seat and the left side of the bed, my life long sacrifice for the peace and tranquility of…

Lucia Frangione