Quebec


Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part one

Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part one

I love the rolling mountain winter landscapes of Quebec, the ski hills and all the snow. I haven't had a strong sense of "home" as a place since leaving Alberta as a twenty-three year old wife and new mom, but winter mountains come close.

A refuge in the Laurentians

A refuge in the Laurentians

This sense of possibility, this large swath of low-rise mountains just to our north full of trails that go over over peaks and through valleys, by lakes, rivers and waterfalls, with places to stay along the way (summer camping and winter cabins) has infused me with a sense of hope that I might be able to call southern Quebec home for the next decade of my life, maybe longer.

The necessity for homeschool community

The necessity for homeschool community

There's no easy path to raising kids. But in a society where most kids go to school, choosing an alternative path necessarily brings more resistance and effort.

Build up to The Breaking

Build up to The Breaking

I hadn't intended to tell the story of The Breaking in the context of vocation and work, but it's the story that has bubbled to the surface in many posts and has been told in bits and pieces, through direct and indirect means, over many months.

At the market

At the market

It is completely possible in Montreal to eat a wide variety of exclusively Quebec grown produce through the summer months.

Spending time with my mom (and eagerly anticipating spring and summer adventures)

Spending time with my mom (and eagerly anticipating spring and summer adventures)

As the days slowly lengthen and winter's magic wanes (early winter is magical but the magic doesn't last forever) I am itching for a change.

l'hiver au Quebec (Winter in Quebec)

l'hiver au Quebec (Winter in Quebec)

"It's a simple reality: if you want to live in Quebec, you have to come to terms with the winter. It's the defining season of the place, the dominating inevitability."