IN OUR OWN BACKYARD
In Our Own Backyard…Agreeing to disagree
The silence was so intense you could have heard a whisker twitch.
The big orange cat, Mufasa, held court over the new red faux-velvet Christmas bed as though he were a king on a throne.
By Wendy Johnson , January 18, 2013
In Our Own Backyard...He's the man who never returned
It started out as a weekend junket up the North Shore in search of snow. We had heard the areas around Silver Bay, Finland and parts north were getting snow, and my husband Ken and I wanted to get in a little cross country skiing.
By Wendy Johnson , January 11, 2013
In Our Own Backyard….Follow the light
On the first few ski outings of the season, I always experience a little shakiness until I get my “ski legs” back under me. That’s what I was feeling that day as I plummeted down the first steep hill and hit a small branch lying just under the snow.
By Wendy Johnson , December 21, 2012
In Our Own Backyard…Santa is missing!
Without giving away any age-old secrets from the North Pole, and without violating any codes of silence that have existed from the beginning of time, suffice it to say just this: “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!”
By Wendy Johnson , December 06, 2012
In Our Own Backyard….You gotta have high hopes
Determination will get you everywhere.
By Wendy Johnson , November 23, 2012
In Our Own Backyard…Cranberries, stuffing - and pasties?
Sometimes my husband calls them pasties (pay-sties) and sometimes he calls them pasties (paa-sties). But somehow, the word “pasties,” pronounced as it was meant to be pronounced when referring to the popular little meat pies, is never quite the first thing out of his mouth.
By Wendy Johnson , November 16, 2012
In Our Own Backyard….A mother’s instinct runs strong
With the first paddle stroke, I exhaled a long breath and felt myself begin to relax into the rhythm of the lake. It had been far too long since I’d been out there, and I needed the mindless energy of the paddle to bring me back into the flow of the natural world that we are lucky enough to call our back yard.
By Wendy Johnson , October 26, 2012
In Our Own Backyard….The game is on!
It was the day of the Big Game. As we drove through the Minneapolis campus of our old alma mater, the University of Minnesota, last Saturday morning, it would have been hard to overlook the fact that it was Homecoming.
By Wendy Johnson , October 19, 2012
In Our Own Backyard...Cats have nine lives - and six senses
Cats have an uncanny way of telling time. It doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, but when 5:55 a.m. rolls around, one of our two cats will be sitting next to my pillow staring intently at me, while the other winds up and down the length of the bed purring lustily.
By Wendy Johnson , October 12, 2012
In Our Own Backyard...Of life, death and 'The Fall of Freddie the Leaf'
This week has been a sad week in Carlton County, with the passing of the community’s long-time friend, Herb Johnson, and the tragic deaths of two of its young men, Zachary Gamache and Mitchell Lingren. While Johnson was in the autumn of his life, the others were yet in the springtime of theirs.
By Wendy Johnson , October 05, 2012
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