Paula Dunning Posts

I think I’ve given myself a lot of leeway by saying from the outset that this blog would be about moving on in time and space. It’s hard to imagine anything that couldn’t be justified under that umbrella. The house hunt is on hold for a week, though not all…

We’ve been looking at some houses, potential homes. Then we come “home” and I simply can’t imagine any other. So, what is home? It’s about as hackneyed a question as I can imagine. “Home is where the heart is,” it says on a neighbour’s mailbox, the ornate words surrounded by…

Time. It’s passed just as my mother said it would, as her mother and grandmother told her it would. Faster and faster, until finding those lost years is like trying to identify a hummingbird from a speeding car. First you’re twenty, ten years later you’re thirty, forty rushes to meet…

I’ve been waking up in the same place for more than forty years, and what meets my eyes is home. Familiar fields with familiar names—the trefoil field, the far field, the barn field—farmed by someone else, now, but still mine and comfortingly familiar. A yard and garden that have evolved…