I just returned from a visit to my sister in Fort St John, British Columbia.
It is built along the mighty Peace River (so named because it is where the Cree and Beaver Indians settled their territorial dispute).
Fort St John is the oldest non-native settlement on the British Columbia mainland. In 1793 Alexander Mackenzie, travelling by canoe, passed through in search of a route to the Pacific Ocean. The following year, a trading post was established.
The city’s other claim to fame is it is Mile #47 on the Alaska Highway.
We wandered around the downtown area. I enjoyed their Cultural Center.

We enjoyed the food and atmosphere at a busy little café.
Unfortunately the visit was too short to do everything but there is always next time.
Alberta’s Season
There are four seasons. Normally we think spring, summer, fall and winter. However, in Alberta, we do it differently. We do winter, still winter, not quite winter (blink) and almost winter. It is almost the end of the month of Snowtember. And yes, there is snow. How fair is that? Fall, my favorite season, lasted 90 seconds and I missed most of it because I blinked.

The snow won’t last. But we are definitely in the season of almost winter. Am I ready? Not emotionally or physically. There are tools out in the garden to store, bushes to prune, flower beds to clean up. Emotionally, I missed fall.
However, there is no point in letting the weather dictate my mood. Life is too short for that. So I am settling in for winter. I have bought the entire 6-season collection of Downton Abbey. No, I haven’t watched any of it yet so I want to catch up. And I am beginning a new story. Writing is a good way to spend the winter days.
How do you enjoy winter? Crafts, jig-saw puzzles, and of course, for many of snow-bound folks, they head south to warmer climes.
All About Animals

Rancher’s Bride is now available on-line. In it you will be with the family as a bear threatens them. Have you ever encountered a bear? I have to say I have not except from the safety of a vehicle.
The pictures were taken on a trip to Alaska and Yukon a few years ago. They are majestic creatures.


Here are some guidelines as to what to do if you encounter a bear from
http://www.env.gov.bc.ca/bcparks/explore/misc/bears/
Stay calm
If the bear sees you, talk in a low, calm voice and then regardless if it has seen you or not.
Back up slowly
Never turn your back on a bear, or run. Running could trigger an attack.
Do not stare
The bear will see a direct stare as a challenge.
Give it space
Make sure it has a way to get away, and that you are not blocking access to a bear’s cubs or its food.
If a bear approaches you or charges:
Do not run!
Use your bear spray as it approaches
Play dead or fight back.

Hunter’s Bride comes out Oct. 1 and is available for pre-order now. In it you will meet a dog, Bandit. The dog bonds immediately with a small boy in the story. He is a smart, polite little animal. He won’t eat without being given permission and seems attuned to the child’s every need.
We are only recently learning how smart dogs are—as service animals but also to sniff out diseases. The RCMP have a training center near where we live. These dogs are trained in everything. Below you will see pictures of puppies in training and adult dogs ready to do serious police business.

I’m sure we’ve all met interesting animals. Care to share what you’ve experienced?
My Favorite Time of Year


Although not officially autumn until Sept. 23, I feel like the season is upon us. School has resumed. The garden is past its prime and the leaves are yellowing. It is my favorite time of year when things slow down and I actually have time to enjoy nature and the cool evenings. I don’t have to do much Googling to learn I am not alone in my fondness for the season.
William Cullen Bryant
“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
It is a time of fleeting beauty. I plan to do my best to enjoy it.
What is your favorite season and why?
Busy Making Memories
Yes, we do learn what happened to the brother.
I’ve had several inquiries about the missing son in the Glory, Montana series. And yes, we do learn what happened to him. I think you will be shocked and surprised. The story of discovering what has become of him is full of adventure and, of course, romance. It will be the grand finale of the Glory, Montana series. Coming out in Nov. Available soon for preorder.
In the meantime, enjoy COWBOY PREACHER which was released a few days ago. And then the three FRONTIER BRIDES series will release in the fall. I think you’ll enjoy each of these upcoming stories.



Summer is…

Summer is picnics and parties and plays written by grandkids and performed with their cousins.
It’s splash parks, river excursions and lazy days at the beach.
It’s flowers and fruit and vegetables from our garden on the table.
It’s baby animals, visitors and vacations.
It’s sunshine, rain and rainbows. Sunburn, storms and heat.
It’s beach reads.
If you’re looking for a beach read, have you tried the Glory, Montana series?


https://tinyurl.com/y3h74udf (this link will take you to the page where the series is for sale.)
Comments on Amazon:
‘I have fallen in love with all of these books. Thank you for all the great stories. I look forward to the next one.’
‘Great story. Well worth the read!!!!!! Can’t wait for the next one.’
‘Linda Ford’s books are always read with pure enjoyment!!! She is a master at weaving together stories rich in detail and overflowing with excitement and adventure. I always end up wishing I could take a step back in time and experience life during the 1800s. I’ve been enjoying each book in this series, and they have all been amazing. The simple lessons of faith that you see acted out in each story always speak to the heart and are relatable to things taking place in your own life.’
Enjoy summer. Enjoy family and friends. Enjoy reading.
Lazy, hazy days of summer
There’s an old Nat King Cole song ‘Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iO8i7c5MMEE
I don’t know where old Nat lived or what he did to earn a living (besides sing some beautiful songs) but lazy does not fit in my summer. There’s the garden, the flowers to weed, the vegetables to pick. There’s family to visit or to visit me. There’s grandkids to entertain. There’s hot when I can’t turn on the oven to cook. Even the thought of turning on the stove seems a bit much. There’s rain with mud–outside and inside.
I know part of the reason summer is so insanely busy is because we feel the need to pack in everything we can before bad weather, bad roads and the claws of winter make it really difficult. I want to go all the places that I can’t in the winter including museums. So far in July I and one or two grandchildren have gone to two museums and I’m planning to take in a few more.
The first we visited was the Sundre Museum. Lots of interesting artifacts and a few buildings. The log house was quite an eye opener for a grandchild.

I remember my mother having a big bread mixing bowl like the one in the picture on the top and I can remember having to learn to draw the Union Jack.
Our next stop was Carstairs. I really like this museum because there was a lot of information provided for each item and picture. A great place for research.

They had a nice display of posters used to attract settlers to Western Canada. Belows is one of them.

Yes, the summer might be anything but lazybut there will be lots of memories and lots of pictures for the future–both to go in the family yearbook and to use for research.
How is your summer going? Is it lazy, hazy or screamingly busy?
Whatever it is, make the most of it. The one sure thing about summer is it is short.
Writing’s Gifts
I’m one of those people who considered my writing to be a gift.
This glass paperweight is how I see the gift of story– a beautiful object that defies description.
A wonderful book that made me realize the value of this gift is WRESTLING WITH YOUR ANGELS: A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY TO GREAT WRITING by Janet O. Hagberg. 
As a gift given to me, I try to do it justice-honor it- by learning craft, using all the tools at my disposal and generally doing the best I can as I write. I don’t often think about the fact that not everyone wants to, likes to or can write. It’s just part of who I am. I haven’t always written my stories down but I have always made them up for my own enjoyment. I can remember as a child sitting in the branches of a maple tree in our yard and creating imaginary worlds.
But I have learned to appreciate the gifts my writing has given me.
First, writing is my escape. No matter how crazy my life is, how unreasonable the people in my house are acting, my writing has been a place where I could find sanity, order and control. I can disappear into my imaginary world and enjoy myself. Never mind the dreadful things certain people are saying or demanding in my real world. I love this gift from my writing.
Secondly, writing has given me characters who act and react, who love and respond in ways I have found foreign to how I want to act. In other words, through my characters, I am learning different and, hopefully, better ways of being me. For instance, I deal with a grown child who is acting like an emancipated four year old. I want to scream and rage. But instead, I remember a character I’ve created who deals with difficult situations with grace and kindness and even finds the right words to say, the right questions to ask. And I suddenly know how to behave better. Or I am buffeted on every side by demands (unreasonable ones many times) and feeling out of control and then I remember another character who manages to find humor is similar situations and suddenly I find I can too. Or life throws me one of those wicked curve balls. It seems to be too much. Again, a character who turned to faith and trust in her difficult circumstances reminds me I, too, can do so.
Maybe I write the characters I wish I could be. And in doing so I learn a little more about how to be such.
When I think about it, writing is a wonderful gift. And if my stories end up encouraging or helping a reader, I am doubly blessed.
The Power of Memory
Today I am going to share the info I put in my most recent newsletter. (which you can sign up for by going to the Home page and choosing one of the two buttons on the top left-hand side. One gives you a free copy of one of my books–available only by clicking.)
They say smell is one of the strongest memories. I can’t say if that is true or not but I do know that when I smell
raspberries I think of my granny. She and Grandfather lived on a little acreage where they had a walnut tree, fruit trees and an abundance of raspberry bushes. We always visited in the summer and enjoyed sampling the fruit. Ahh. Such a sweet memory.
So now I am the gramma and I have a raspberry patch. I pick and freeze them to make a stewed fruit in the winter time. I cook together raspberries, rhubarb, apples and saskatoon berries all from my garden. The grandkids love it on ice cream. Or I make delicious freezer jam with raspberries. But what they enjoy the very best is raiding the raspberry patch and ea
ting fresh berries off the bush.
Cowboy Groom is the next book in the Glory, Montana series. It is book #2 of The Cowboys. It’s the story of Stella and Bruce. You might remember Stella from the earlier books.
What do raspberries have to do with this book? It is while picking raspberries that Stella finds something that leads to a rather unusual discovery. I’m afraid I can’t tell you what she finds. It would ruin the surprise.
This link will take you to the proper site (I hope):
https://tinyurl.com/y3nfge4u





