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Coming in April: A Book Fair for the Moncton Area

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April will be a welcome month for book lovers!

Come to the First Annual Greater Moncton/Riverview/Dieppe Independent Book Fair.

30 tables, 38 authors! Lots and lots of books!




I will be there with all my books:

Kaye Eliot Mysteries,

Meniscus Science Fiction,

award-winning poetry

and, for the first time,

a children’s book!


Wink in the Rain is about an elf who lives at the edge of a garden.

Wink loves the garden but he does not like the rain.

Visit with Wink and his friends as he finds a way to keep his wings dry.



I often include black and white drawings in my books

but the drawings for Wink in the Rain needed lots of colour.

I used GIMP (GNU Image Manipulation Program) to draw Wink, the plants in the garden,

the raindrops and Wink’s friend, the red-backed salamander.




I will be showing Wink in the Rain for the first time at the Greater Moncton Independent Book Fair.


Write the date in your calendar now: April 22nd. 10am – 4pm. Riverview Lions Community Center.


If you are an author who’d like to participate in the Book Fair, please contact Allan Hudson at for details and registration.

Stay tuned for more about the Book Fair


Wink in the Rain!

All my best,


Written by jane tims

March 6, 2023 at 7:00 pm

the worry in weather

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On Tuesday afternoon, Mr. Snowman waited on our back deck for the Nor’easter to begin …


We are coming to the end of the rains associated with this week’s storm, a Nor’easter that brought snow, ice pellets, sleet and a lot of rain.  In our area, we had about 45 mm of rain, but some parts of the province had over 100 mm.


Many people in New Brunswick are coping with flooded basements as a result of all the rain.  After our flooded basement experience in 2010, I spent the last couple of days in worry – hoping our drainage issues are fixed and making endless trips to the basement to make sure we had no water on the floor.


Today I am grateful – we had no problems with flooding.  Our space is safe and we are warm and dry.



Last night, on the back deck in the dark, after all the rain, Mr. Snowman lay on his back. The rain took most of the snow but he is still smiling. He knows more snow will come!



Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

December 12, 2014 at 7:49 am

in hurricane rain

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Hurricane Irene is past and the skies are clearing after 44 mm of rain yesterday and a very windy night.

I feel so sorry for those who are left in misery after the storm, but our experience was rather tame.  My memories will be:

…bands of rain across the yard…

rain viewed from the window

…waking up to a lawn riddled with leaves…

leaves on our ‘lawn’ of violets…why do they all seem to land upside down?

…a clear sky in the middle of the night.  A star was shining through our window, made alternately non-existent and brilliant by the wild movement of the tree branches in the wind.  The star was so bright it woke me…

the trees above our deck rocked wildly all night long

…our demented windchime.  A mangle at the best of times, the poor thing is so tangled, it may not be possible for me to figure out the puzzle…

my poor tangled windchime …yes it is rusty but it makes a lovely sound

…everything saturated, the bird bath full of clean, fresh water and our driveway like soup…

bird bath and rain

My first knowledge of the power of a hurricane was associated with Hurricane Hazel.  I was born the year it hit in 1954 (October 15), but its ‘bad reputation’ lived long enough for me to hear stories of it as a child.  In its wake, 81 people in Ontario were dead due to flooding, and 4000 people in southern Ontario were left homeless.




hurled northward

toward home

            and me   bewildered

                        wind at the roof

                        rain at the glass

                                    faint imitation

                                    of the rage

                                    described in the encyclopaedia

                        more like the silent eye


I turned the page

saw a photograph in disbelief

            a straw driven

            into the heart of a tree

            still standing


today, I believe


I stand still

while fury lashes around me

and in the quiet, I

am impaled

by a word


Published as: ‘Hurricane’, 1993, The Amethyst Review 1 (2)


© Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 29, 2011 at 10:04 pm

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