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By K. Taylor, Aurora ON.  For reasons that eludes me, we are fond of describing tracts of land as “belts.” There’s America’s rust belt and the bible belt. Up here we have the snow belt and the ever contentious Ontario Greenbelt. Ah yes…the greenbelt. “The greenbelt,” you say scratching your head. “Yes I’ve heard of …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON. Fall is upon us and it is Thanksgiving yet again. I think Thanksgiving could quite possibly be the most wonderful of all the holidays. It has the best of everything – the most scrumptious food you’ll eat all year (and unlike Christmas -should you celebrate it- you’re not so stuffed with …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON. Have you ever gotten to the party, after the cake was served? You knew they had cake, but you didn’t get to eat it. I feel a bit like that right now. As drops of cold rain patter on the pavement outside, and a glum sky presses heavily down, I sadly …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON. I planted a garden this year. A wee little patch, five foot by five foot at most. To be fair, I’ve gardened for years, our tiny scrap of grass was long ago ripped up by my long suffering handyman…er…husband and replaced with a pond, a small patio and clusters of …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON.  There are few constants in this life, but here are a few. The sun will rise, the leaves will fall; the Conservatives will win in Aurora (er…better scratch that one) and it will rain for the Aurora Haunted Forest. Perhaps the fog of time (and a wet rainy fog at …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON.  Ah, here we are. Though our days still smack of summer there’s the tantalizing first hint of a delicious chill in the evening air. Even the sun’s getting back into an earlier bedtime routine and the house is filled with the hum of the washing machine, churning load after load …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON.  Ontario is blessed with many beautiful campsites, we are a province of sprawling forests and glassy lakes. It is, as one might recall, Ontario Yours to Discover. But when your children are wedged so tightly between tent poles and sleeping bags that their personal space is limited to enough room …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON.  I rediscovered something about myself this past weekend; something I’d completely forgotten. It was similar to that feeling when you plunk your hand in the pocket of an old coat and feel the sharp edges and silky sheen of a ten dollar bill. I felt that little leap of the …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON.  Ah the heady, golden days of August. The garden has peaked; there’s enough summer behind us to have long forgotten that nasty thing called winter, enough of it ahead of us to be mired in a hazy bliss. Somewhere outside a lawnmower hums, bees hover around the black-eyed Susans; the …

By K. Taylor, Aurora ON.  I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how to simplify life. Not just the obvious stuff. Not just the: get a maid for home, home chef and personal shopper approach. But really break down to what actually matters and toss the rest out to the curb on Thursday morning. I …