Tuesday, 25 April 2017

April Showers

It's been April showering with a vengeance here this month and May flowers have already started to bloom.

The bunnies are busy doing what bunnies do.  At one point yesterday we had four of them in our back yard.

Life is returning.

Let me's still too cold out here.

Happy Spring.

Monday, 24 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.   You can find her in my sidebar.  Feel free to join in.  Write some poetry (it doesn't have to rhyme), read, critique, share your thoughts and feelings.   It's fun, It's free, What could be better?
I'd like to take a minute to thank Diane once more for starting this special day.  Since I have been participating the words have been coming more frequently and I have been enjoying it so very much.

An Ordinary Day

Start the day off
with  a yawn,
listen to bird song
with the dawn,
someone says
“kettle’s on”
and so the day begins.
 A little this,
a little that,
stop to give the cat a pat,
cut some flowers
for the vase,
take a break,
and in the pause,
give thanks.
There is nothing quite so lovely
as an ordinary day.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Quiet Reflection

It's Sunday, a time for quiet reflection.
So far I've ruminated on and come to decisions on the following:
1.  I like Williams quesadilla.
2.  I don't know how long you can safely store eggs in the fridge (hen eggs that is) but I'm pretty sure mine have exceeded their 'best before' date.
3.  The grass needs cutting.
4.  I need to dust.
5. The laundry is getting away from me.
6.  I enjoyed my visit with the birds at the pet store but I wouldn't want to clean up after one.
7.  It's time to open the doors and windows and 'blow the stink out' as my Mom used to say.
Not bad, considering it's just barely noon.  A whole half a day yet to ponder, quietly.  Come to any useful conclusions yourself today?

Friday, 21 April 2017


Albert Einstein said, "The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."  It must be a pretty effective illusion to have all of us buy into it simultaneously.
Dr. Bradford Skow says, "Past present and future all exist together."  He says, "The present is not in a 'spotlight of time' but rather that we are in a 'temporally scattered condition'".
I feel scattered.
Perhaps it is a good thing that we have all bought into our present view of reality.  Perhaps our human brains are not capable of absorbing what reality really is.  Perhaps the problems and issues of this reality have been concocted for us to take our minds away from the true problems and issues of the true reality.  If so, we could certainly do with a few less of these fictitious problems and worries.
As to the past, present and future all existing together, I find it comforting in a way that everything and everyone I have known and loved are all still here, still functioning on another plane of existence temporarily invisible to me.
If time is an illusion, is life an illusion?  Are we all the product of some mad scientists imagination?  When he gets tired of us will he flush us?  Or are we just a dream and we will evaporate when the dreamer awakes?
I like to think of us all as time travellers from nowhere headed somewhere.  Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just hold hands and experience the journey in peace?

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words For Wednesday is  a weekly writing prompt which can be composed of words, music, pictures...anything that may bring inspiration.  This weeks prompt is supplied by Lee of Kitchen Connection (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in?  Use the prompts any way you like to fire your imagination to write poetry, prose, fiction, non fiction...the sky's the limit.

This weeks words are:
ludicrous, activity, rebellious, sceptical, acknowledge, begrudge
philosophy, foolhardy, advantage, flawless, discovery, canopy

Here goes:

The four little faeries living under the canopy of the ancient oak (Moonlight, Sunbeam, Starbright and DayDream by name) could not agree.
“Simply ludicrous,” chirped Sunbeam, “a civilization of giants living beyond the great Oak.”  Moonlight and Starbright were sceptical as well.  “And,” sighed Starbright, “your foolhardy notion of venturing into uncharted territory beyond Mother Oak can only lead to disaster.”  Starbright could always see the potential for disaster.
DayDream struck a rebellious pose (not easy for someone only two inches tall).  “I acknowledge it has an element of danger but surely you don’t begrudge me a little adventure.”
Sunbeam smoothed her flawless golden hair.  “There will be no advantage to this activity DayDream.  Even if you make the discovery of a race of giants who is to say they will be friendly.  It may be their philosophy to crush all small, flying creatures.  You know we aren’t much bigger than a dragonfly.”
“Daddy, Daddy,” whispered Amelia, “I just saw a faerie.”

John smiled.  His daughter had some fanciful notions at times …but… a faerie.  Now that was simply ludicrous.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join in with us.  Write a poem, read some poems, critique, share your ideas.  It's fun, it's free....why not?

The Song of the Old-Timers

Ashes to ashes
dust to dust,
my body’s slowly
turning to rust.
There’s more behind
than lies ahead.
My favourite place
is in my bed.
Teeth I keep
in a jar,
glasses never
very far,
can’t hear things
when they are said,
all my troubles
are in my head.
My memory
is growing dim
but I can still
remember him;
he can still
remember me,
we’ll carry on
and let it be.
Life’s for the living
so it’s said
and us old folks,
we’re not yet dead.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Pure Joy

I took them on an Easter hunt
and it was plain to see
the bunny'd been quite busy
hiding eggs for kids for free.
They picked up pink and yellow too
and purple ones, and eggs of blue.
Each plastic egg there hid a treat
and every one was something sweet.
"I like candy.." crowed the boy
"especially chocolate gives me joy."
The little girl, she could not speak.
Her mouth so full, she could only squeak
but you could see her eyes a'twinkle.
"Look grandma, a chocolate sprinkle"