It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away,
So that when I 've gone and
I'll find it at home.
I’m on a brief hiatus from travel. This place is where I do my ‘other’ writing, young adult fantasy fiction. In the warmer months, I work in the gazebo down by the lake and in the winter I have a spectacular view from the loft in our house.
I’m currently waiting for the content edits to come back from the publisher for the book that is coming out this fall. In the meantime, I’m putting the finishing touches on a second book that I hope to have finished before I head out west for deep-sea fishing in a couple of weeks.
I say working but, full disclosure, there is as much daydreaming and simply gazing around. There are plenty of distractions. Sometimes it’s a chipmunk—they sound like tiny deer crashing through the dry leaves. Sometimes it’s watching in horrified fascination as an enormous eagle or hawk circled lazily searching for said chipmunk. Osprey will plummet out of the sky to dive for fish and our pair of barred owls will keep a conversation going for hours. The adults have the ‘woo-woot-de-hoot’ down pat. Baby Barred Owl, on the other hand responds in a shrill ‘meep meep’. I’m not sure when these owls sleep because I hear them at all hours of the day and night.
Around four in the morning, when sensible people are still trying to sleep, our pair of loons start up their conversation. There is nothing more hair-raising than the call of a loon, especially when it rouses you from a sound sleep. Loons are Canada’s national bird (our one dollar coin is even called the ‘Loonie’). We’re lucky to have a pair but they do know how to create a rumpus.
A pair of ruby throated hummingbirds have been attracted to our flaming red peonies and the birds flash iridescent green and red in the sunshine. Big fat bumblebees drone by on a mission to test every flower in the garden. My vegetable garden in starting to shape up in and around my greenhouse. Except for the beans. The bean sprouts have all been neatly decapitated. I blame the chipmunks. In short, it’s lovely to travel and it’s wonderful to be home.
I'm Kirsten Marion. After a series of life-changing events, my husband and I decided to spend the kids’ inheritance and see as much of the world as possible. Our bible? A Thousand Places to See Before You Die.