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(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 →

September 19, 2012: Two weeks ago Keith Taylor’s spray plane crashed to the ground when it touched a power line while doing a custom spraying job. “God was watching over him,” said his wife Kari, and anyone who sees the … Continue reading →

Every morning, driving through the Beatton Hills on my way to the hospital, there is a golden cluster of poplars which was still green the day before. Fall colours are fast taking over the late summer ones; Sunday’s wind whirling … Continue reading →