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We went camping in Waterton. This was our morning view. I wish I always had a field of wildflowers and mountain air to walk through. I guess the birds singing in the backyard ravine will have to do.

 A mighty fine view for the morning hop and brew.

 Happiness is homemade toast and sunny eggs over the campfire.

A wasp stung me for the first time in my life. After all of these years gardening and running through the grass, it finally occurred when I was an hour away from catching a bus to a wedding and I had to hurry out the front door. Long live a high pain threshold due to a lifetime of chronic pain and playing sports. Here is a flower to start your day off right.

Summery sun and pretty petals growing all over the hills. Joy after joy after joy in this short but sweet season.

Eating pretzels, not crying your eyes out, drinking lemonade, flowers not tilting their heads and instead growing tall towards a blue sky. Reasons to be happy today.

This is how the garden looked after a few days in June. Now, it's starting to grow wide and tall. I can't wait to see how beautiful it will become!

Medicine for the mind.

It's flower pressing season.

 The lost and found.

Something very exciting came my way - I won first place in a songwriting competition. Yes, me, Amy, the one who has spent a lifetime searching for life's fruit. I feel like I'm walking in a bouncy castle and all the trees are blooming with their lilacs. I want to thank everybody here and beyond who believed in me. Being an artist of any kind is not usually cake and castles, but if you have been with me through it all then I thank you.

 Reach for the cosmos.

July has become the month of music - gigs here, gigs there, watching, listening, playing, moving, it's all so beautiful and interesting to watch the world unfold for me like this. I cannot remember the last day I felt boredom. It was probably before the end of May, when there was no garden to tend to and no gigs to prepare for. I live in this busyness, like I am a bee buzzing from flower to flower. I don't feel thirsty nor hungry, but sometimes I miss blogging regularly and keeping in touch with you. This is just the way life is and one day, it may all become so quiet again that you could hear a tiny mouse scurrying across the backyard grass. For now, I am living in the moment for it is all that I have.

Tell me, how is your July? What keeps you busy? What keeps you satisfied?
I'll be seeing you soon.


the grassy hills of July

Breath has been delicate as I sing out with my banjo and guitar. I dream of stories to tell as I bring a bucket of water into the garden. I try to capture the sunlight on my strings as I put one foot in front of the other. I am both eager and confused by my busyness in July. There are festivals, there are campsites, there are rooms waiting for the singers and songwriters to loudly and proudly croon. Some days, I want it all even if wanting it all means missing the garden because I am too busy singing, but then on other days, I want to sing only for the flowers and the backyard sparrows. It is in this dilemma, I find myself grateful to be a puzzle piece. Tomorrow, it could all be taken away. Dreams for so many mean holding onto kite strings and hoping the wind never carries too heavy or dies in the air. 

I want to hold onto this, the way you might hold onto a summertime fruit, it's bounty is not endless, so you eat it slowly and savor the sugar even if it makes your hands sticky. If there ever was a place for music-making or realizing what kind of day today could be, it was in the grassy hills of July.

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A road trip to Banff

 On Monday, I planned a picnic with my mum and headed out towards the rocky poems that grow far above us. It is one of the only places I have traveled to where the road itself is beautiful and never feels too long. Whenever I am down on my luck or bored of the city, I know I can count on these roads to jump start my heart again. That's why when asked me to share my favorite places along the way to Banff, Alberta, Canada, I did not hesitate!


Ghost Lake Reservoir
This is a nice little spot right off of highway 1A. If you're driving from Calgary, you can make this the first stop of your day trip or spend the night camping across the road. Here, you can take to fishing or watch sailboats float on by. If you look out as far as the eye can see, you could convince yourself it was ocean water. The waves roll in and out which makes it a perfect place for boating or letting your hair sway in the breeze.

Grotto Creek Trail
Grotto Creek is one of my favorite places to stretch my legs and set out a picnic. I've been here in every season and it's always been pleasant. This time, the weather was golden and summery so everybody could bare their legs and let the mountain air make them feel like life was a magical thing not to be taken for granted. There were people in canoes and others were standing by the water with fishing pole in hand. It is a perfect place for a picnic or a hike through Grotto Creek Trail.

Moose Meadows
To get to Moose Meadows, you have to follow the Bow Valley Parkway. It is a scenic drive that rolls and winds through dense forests and colorful wildflowers. You can stop in at Johnston's canyon and visit the waterfalls or grab a bite to eat in the restaurant. However, Johnston's canyon can get quite busy in the peak seasons (July, August) so if you're looking to escape the crowd, drive a little ways past and you'll find Moose Meadows where beauty is abound. I could have stayed here all day and listened to the quiet whispering of my happy heart.

Lake Minnewanka 
 If you visit here often, you might already know of my love for Lake Minnewanka. In fact, I have written of it and taken photographs by the water many times. I come here to see the lake sparkle against the sun and breathe the lodge pole pine air. There are chipmunks that could make even the grumpiest of men smile and mountain sheep who meander by. I certainly don't know all there is to know about living, but I do know Lake Minnewanka knows something about the way we spend our lives. If you're looking to slow down time, here is a place for you.

Happy travels!

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blades of grass

 The blades of grass are growing tall and the first days of summer are making me feel like I have something in common with the world. I walk around outside like I wasn't born to die or change, I see the words forever written on every wildflower, and I go to sleep with a heart full after sowing in the garden or sitting in the sun. I don't know how I keep from letting my heart go pale, like my legs, in the other seasons. It has to be the memory of this — the pink & blue morning sky, drinking coffee while counting spots on lady bugs, eating crackers and cheese while the soft breeze hums, putting my hands out as I walk and feeling the tall grass roll against me, snapdragons, cosmos, freckles becoming like stars on the faces of those who press against the sky, naked sleeps, and the inability to hear the exhale that comes after a thought full of sadness. I'm too happy and soothed with summer to notice what makes a heart break.

 I'm going camping this weekend and I don't want to miss a moment of it. We haven't been camping in a long while unless you count sleeping in the back of our van after a night of too much liquor and waking up to pee in the mountain rain. We'll drive to Waterton, we'll eat early am hash browns on the way (my favorite), we'll watch the campfire roar, we'll listen for forest noises, we'll fish and we'll dig at the roots of every good day as if we don't know how to have a bad day. It will be the first bite of summer and it will taste fine like fresh bread soaked in butter.

Camping and summertime, I am yours. You are mine.