Author Archives: marerobster

It’s spring in Switzerland. Dandelions bloom golden under airy brides of cherry and pear trees. The birds trill their cheeriest melodies for prospective mates. There really wasn’t ever what can be called a proper ‘winter’ this year. Hardly was there … Continue reading →

Happy New Year everyone! At the start of a new year, I’ll pass on what my now deceased friend Joanne asked me once: What do you want the next chapter of your life to look like? You might not be … Continue reading →

(This is a copy of the last blog on my site: Diaries of a Global Farmer) Robert often reminds me what a privilege it is that we have travelled, lived, loved and been loved in three distinct cultures and continents. … Continue reading →

Our neighbour wanted me to meet his visitors – a young couple that will spend a year in Gambia on a mission station. The young man is a gardener, and will be responsible for the large medicinal garden the station maintains, especially … Continue reading →

Diaries of a Global Farmer will appear at a new address from now on: http//global-farmer.com It’s a keen wind blowing cold over the Smokey Hills in the Peace River region of Alberta. I press myself into the large round bale … Continue reading →

I was excited to bump into the Alberta Bison Producers who were holding their regional meeting October 19 and 20 at the Prairie Inn, Grande Prairie where I was also staying. They graciously allowed me to crash their breakfast party. … Continue reading →

No, it’s not Remembrance Day yet. But it was a day to remember. September 22 and 23, Bruce Coleman and five or six friends held an old time threshing bee along the Alaska Highway south of Fort St. John, B.C. … Continue reading →

When I tell someone Mom had a stroke, they almost all have a story of someone close to them who has also had one, often severe. Stroke is a very common ailment. In the Heart and Stroke Foundation booklet our … Continue reading →

There’s a ‘pizza garden’ at the Fort St. John Public Works building – ‘slices’ of corn framed with pole beans, brussel sprouts with frizzy purple kale, some herbs, interspersed with bright red geraniums. The garden is one of several of … Continue reading →

Yesterday I heard mom laugh out loud again – for the first time since her stroke more than a month ago. I’d told her that Chris Bargen was cutting the carrot tops in the garden with the lawn mower. I … Continue reading →