by Leah Perrault | Oct 13, 2025
Harvest is stretching into September on the Prairies. The labour is long awaited, bringing home what is hoped for and sustaining life for another year. This weekend, I surprised my daughter with a trip to one of her favourite places – the airport. She loves to look...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Oct 13, 2025
My whole life, I have been a doer. I love to roll up my sleeves. Tackle a big job. Make things happen. I love this about me, and I think it is safe to say that others often appreciate it too. And, there are many times in life where that is neither my job or what is...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Sep 26, 2025
Elmwood Park in Swift Current SK; photo by Leah Perrault Over the last few months, I have been thinking a lot about the way that places and spaces hold us. Walking through our old neighbourhood for the last time, I walked under aged elm trees, whose branches provided...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Aug 4, 2025
Look what came up just before I left the old house! This spring, I noticed that my rhubarb plant was getting overgrown. I was not going to be able to use it all. That same week in May, as often happens in a world full of grace, someone on social media was asking for a...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Jun 12, 2025
Summer has arrived on the prairies. The sun is shining and the day lilies are blooming. The tiger lilies will follow soon. I am weeding the garden beds to try to prevent anything from going to seed. And there is a part of me that cannot resist the beauty of dandelions...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Apr 19, 2025
Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay When I was small, I walked down our long lane at the farm to catch the bus on the big gravel road every morning. Every spring, I waited for the icy puddles to emerge from the snow banks. I walked down the lane in my...