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Sunday, 30 April 2017

Beautiful Flowers

We passed through the grocery store and passed the cooler with all kinds of beautiful flowers nicely arranged with the intent to bring joy to the recipient.  It brought to mind the bouquets of flowers I used to take to my Mom and Grandma (she of the allergies) when I was 'knee high to a grasshopper' as the saying goes.  Beautiful bouquets of daisies and buttercups, chicory, wild phlox and long grasses all tied up with a string of bindweed which, to my young eyes, was beautiful  They would accept them with grace and display them with pride on the dining room table.  (Mom used to take hers outside first and spray them)  A fresh bouquet for each of them every week all the long lovely summer.  Looking back I think of how kind they were to always accept those handfuls of weeds with sincere thank you's.  Man, I'll bet they were glad to see fall arrive (although there were some 'lovely' wild asters come fall).

Saturday, 29 April 2017

Birthday Dinner

It`s a little overcast this morning and a little on the cool side but I have all the windows open anyway.  The bunnies are romping around the back yard and taking care of the weed population for us and the birds seem to be `calling`for rain.
The mamma and the littles will be arriving soon for her birthday luncheon.  I`ve got bbq chicken and ribs, baked potatoes, pork and beans, cabbage salad and rolls and a birthday cake of course.  Those are some of the `mammas`favourites.
When the littles arrive I will have to squirrel them away in the office so they can sign their birthday card and wrap their gifts.  Nothing spectacular you understand as the `littlels`don`t have a big budget (and frankly, neither do I).   Doesn`t matter, the `mamma`will love it all.
Have yourselves a wonderful Saturday and I`ll be back again for Poetry Monday.

Friday, 28 April 2017

A Nice Surprise

We just got a call from the bank that we won a gift basket.  I had put our name in the ballot box just before Easter and then forgot all about it.  A lovely little basket filled with wine, beer, chocolate and nuts.    I shall share it with our daughter and our neighbours.

Thursday, 27 April 2017

It's a glorious day.  The windows are open, the house is full of bird song, the sun is shining.  Doesn't get any better than that.  I'll be outside most of the day.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks prompt was provided by Lee of Kitchen Connections (you can find her in my sidebar).  She has finished off her month with a very interesting selection:
Audition, fantasy, misfortune, commitment, definitive, daunting
And/or
Mysterious, defy, masterful, discourage, virulent and neurotic.
Next month the words will be provided by Elephants Child (you can find her in my sidebar as well….all the best people are there).
Why not join in with us.  Use the prompts to stir your imagination.  Write prose, poetry, fact or fiction or just read what others have written and offer your comments.  It’s free and it’s fun…what could go wrong?

Here we go…..

Aimee peered out into the school auditorium from the stage.  So many people were waiting to audition for a part in their fantasy production of Hansel and Gretel.  It was just her misfortune to have volunteered for backstage work.  Aimee sighed.  If it wasn’t for this commitment she could have gone to Rykers Park with Margot, Theresa and those three cute college boys they had met at the mall last weekend.
With the daunting task ahead of listening to all the hopeful applicants floundering through their lines she knew she would never get out of the school in time to join her friends.  Aimee squared her shoulders and put the whole glorious evening ahead for Margot and Theresa out of her mind.  She had made a promise and she would keep it.
Around the same time, Margot and Theresa were questioning their choices, being subjected to a virulent verbal and physical attack by those three young college men.  They took turns assaulting the two girls in the back of their van.  All the adventure and shine had gone off the evening.  The mysterious box in the back of the van had turned out to be a makeshift coffin that held various instruments of torture which were now in play. 
“Why did I defy my parents when they tried to discourage me from going out this evening?  I even accused my mother of being neurotic.”  Theresa moaned.  Her hands and feet had been bound so tightly she had lost feeling in them.  The knots had been tied so masterfully it would require a knife to release the ropes.  She sobbed uncontrollably as she watched Margot's dismembered body being stuffed into the makeshift coffin.  Her last thought was of her best friend Aimee safely at school where she wished with all her heart she had stayed herself.

The auditions finally over, Aimee was delighted to see the old brown van in the parking lot.  “They came back for me.” she exulted.  She would be with her friends after all.

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 in...it'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

Whenever

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
and/or
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"


Saturday, 15 April 2017

Stand Off

As I ate my breakfast this morning, gazing out the kitchen window at the newly solidified morning light, I watched a black squirrel drop from the wires into the neighbours maple tree.  As it made it's way down the trunk something caused it to stop, creep around to the other side and peek around, then back up the trunk to the lower branches.  Its tail was swirling and twitching and I could hear his plaintive cries through the closed windows.  What on earth was out there to upset it?  Rising from my chair I saw a rabbit on the lawn below the tree.  A rabbit?  The squirrel was afraid of a rabbit?   Bunny had to be aware of the squirrel with all that racket going on but it sat there lost in contemplation of something and totally ignoring the little scamp.  The complaining and travelling up and down the trunk carried on throughout my oatmeal.  Squirrels are not smart.  It could have gone back up the tree, regained the wire and continued on its way but all it knew was that it wanted to go down the tree and it couldn't.  Finally, taking pity on the squirrel I opened the front door and slammed it shut.  The rabbit moved a couple of feet and resumed meditation.  The stand off continues.

Friday, 14 April 2017

Sugar Rush

The grandies will be going on an Easter Egg hunt tomorrow at a local school.  Grandma and Grandpa will take them.  Lots and lots of candy.  YAY
On Monday the grandies will be coming here with their Momma  and there will be (can you guess) lots and lots of candy.  Candy in their Easter gift boxes, candy sitting out in dishes (which will go home with them).  There will be ice cream and cake.  There will be two hyper kids going home with their parents.  Grandma and Grandpa will take a nice nap after they leave.  The Momma will not be so lucky.  Hey...every once in a while it's nice to get even with your kids.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

Frustration

Windows won’t open,
no, windows won’t start.
Computer, I tell you,
you’re breaking my heart.
No colour to be seen.
Please wait, says the screen.
I’ll hold my breath,
and try not to scream.
I’ve work to be done,
but the circle keeps spinning.
Miserable machine,
for me there’s no winning.
Oh look, three million updates
are waiting to load.
Maybe I could just
throw it out on the road.
Lots of traffic today,
it might get run over.
With any luck
by a big bulldozer.
Oh, wait,
there’s a pause
and my icons are back
but with only white squares,
of colour there’s a lack.
Will it come back?
I’ll go get a snack
and maybe when I come back…..
well shoot….the whole thing just went down.
No, wait,
it’s back
and it’s all on track.
I love my computer.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks prompt can be found on Kitchen Connection and was provided by Lee.  You can find her in my side bar.  Wander over and read her take on the words.  Join in with us.  Write prose or poetry using some or all of the words or, just use the words to inspire an idea of your own and run with it.  There are no rules…just fun.

This weeks words are:  gaunt, lone, timorous, challenge, obsolete, common, blatant, scenic, retreat, caress, compromise and embarrassing.

Here we go:

Kaleana gave her children one last caress before she left them in the rocky den they called home.  It was a ‘compromise’ situation.  They were, to her mind, weak and defenceless creatures but they had to eat and she had to search for food.
Perched on a boulder overlooking the scenic valley below Kaleana searched   the terrain for a potential target.  It was embarrassing, she thought, how gaunt she had become and how timorous she felt about leaving her children alone even for a short time.  It was a challenge to focus on the hunt.
Common sense dictated she search for easy prey, something fast and simple she decided.  A lone wolf, she had only her own resources to bag her dinner.

She tossed her head back giving her an appearance of blatant superiority and, eschewing the practically obsolete shopping carts at the entrance to the mini mart, grabbed one of the new eco- friendly hand baskets.  She would shop and then go home to her den where three surly teenagers awaited her.  Once they had been fed she could safely retreat to her rock garden and, hopefully, her sanity.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

At Last

Today it is raining BUT....yesterday the temps reached 20 degrees C.   We put our comfy chairs on the porch, filled our coffee cups and....yes......had coffee on the porch.  We know it's early and won't be a regular thing just yet but oh the joy.  Coffee on the porch weather....what could be better?

Monday, 10 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my side bar.   Join in with us....read, write, critique, share your thoughts and ideas.   We want to hear from you.



Dark Night, Diamond Delight

Bare, gnarled trees,
their groping, scratching fingers
gathering diamonds
to their branches,
are cast about with gossamer draperies
                     of mist and starlight.
 They tremble in the darkness
that is never truly dark,
 watching the galaxy
as it  races past
on its nightly voyage,
singing
a lullaby to the trees.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Lest We Forget

This morning I, like a good many Canadians, was glued to the CBC watching the memorial service from Vimy.   It brought a lump to the throat and a tear to the eye to see the several thousand empty boots placed around the site representing the Canadian lives lost during the taking of the ridge from the Germans.  It was a very graphic reminder of the cost and consequence of war.  Please God, never again.

Saturday, 8 April 2017

NOW


Now

The black one
is sleeping
stretched over three couch cushions,
tummy to the sun, 
oblivious to the world.
But,
watch him closely,
his eyes glued shut,
limbs relaxed,
except,
his ears turn
rotate
from side to side
like a periscope.
Unpleasant noises
like the slap of the screen door
cause the tip of his tail
to twitch,
his left front paw
to curl
but the eyes
remain closed.
The ears turn
turn
then,
at the sound of the can opener
he is beside me
fused to my ankles
uttering his one syllable demand
NOW  NOW.
The master has spoken.


I was thinking about my dear old Nick and how he would curl around my ankles growling Now Now when there was something good in the kitchen.

Thursday, 6 April 2017

The Universe Has Spoken

Twice I typed out a nice (or so I thought) post and twice the universe deleted it right in front of my eyes.  One minute it was there and the next it was gone.   Message received.
...and oh poop....it's snowing

Breakfast

I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning having my breakfast and watching the birds go about their business.  They were just humble birds; robins, starlings and sparrows all trying to find their own breakfast.  Suddenly there was a grand flurry of wings as they took to the sky separately and severally to seek trees and bushes.  That could only mean one thing....a hunter in the sky.  There it was, flying low under rain laden clouds, sweeping, circling, a black shape with a tremendous wing span spelling death to small creatures on the ground.  In seconds there was not a bird in sight.  The sky was empty of all but the hunter.  Well, we all want our breakfast.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This week the words were provided by Lee of Kitchen Connections.  You can find her in my side bar.  She's provided us with quite the selection.
announcement, strategy, minority, dictate, fluid, enigmatic
and/or
recognition, playful, divisive, evening, picturesque and antique.
Just a word to Lee here to thank her for the extra large and bolded print.  My aged eyes appreciate it.
Join in with us...use the words to write a story or poem or just use the words to inspire a train of thought and then run with it.  We just want you to write and/or read.  Join in, let us know so we can drop in and read.

Here we go:

"Standing on this antique foot bridge in our picturesque village of Doon this evening, it is so pleasant to see all our townspeople gathered together for a common purpose.  We are here to give recognition to our outgoing mayor Tom Tweedle.  It is true that council experienced a few divisive moments over Toms playful (we hope) proposal to burn down the town hall to collect the insurance money.  I'm pleased to say common sense did dictate the outcome with only a minority voting for the 'slash and burn' strategy.  Other than this one little hiccup, Toms tenure as Mayor passed smoothly and without drama.  It pains me, therefore, to make this announcement.  Our enigmatic ex Mayor and fellow citizen has been incarcerated for attempted insurance fraud.  The court did dictate a seven year sentence but allowed for a possible release date in five years....sooner with good behaviour.  The judge seemed to be fluid with the terms.  I believe he was among the minority on council who voted for Toms plan.  If the media has moved on we will continue with the rest of the nights agenda.  Now, let's all gather together around the bonfire to toast Tom and toss a few gallons of gasoline on the fire.  I think we're close enough to the Town Hall."

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Checking Up On Gary

For those who know and care about our friend Gary of Klahanie (see my side bar)...a little update.  So far he has not been able to get his surgery scheduled.  More of that famous red tape getting in the way.  Please keep him in your thoughts.

Thought For The Day

I wish life was more like knitting.  When you knit, if you make a mistake you can fix it and no one is any the wiser for it.  If you get halfway through a pattern and decide you don't like where it's going all you have to do is rip it out and use the yarn for something else.  Life could take lessons from knitting.

Monday, 3 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by our good friend Diane from On The Alberta/Montana Border.  You can find her in my side bar.   Join in, write a poem, read, critique, share your ideas.....it's fun, it's free....you can't go wrong with that.

 Shades of night
are softly falling,
gently calling
from darkened streets.
The cold wind moaning,
roaming,
in the new found city gloaming
moves between buildings
now dressed in deepest purple,
starlight glimmer.
As the darkened streets grow dimmer
steeped in midnight blue,
velvet black,
grey mists swirl and sweep
into every tiny crack.
‘Neath the lamp lights golden glow
curtained windows gleam
and grow
the shadows on the snow…
mystical
and magical
shadows on the snow,
from palest mauve to deepest ink.
So many shades of night
to know.

Sunday, 2 April 2017

Stupid Brain

My brain is dumb...really, really dumb.... so easily tricked by my eyes.
I've been cutting calories (on a minimal basis) for months now and my stupid brain hasn't caught on yet.
I cut back on my portions (just a little mind you) and spread my food out over a slightly smaller plate.  Brain sees a full plate and is perfectly happy.
I spread the hubs rice cake with Becel and cream cheese.  My rice cake gets no Becel and half the amount of cream cheese spread carefully over every nook and cranny.  Brain sees rice cake and cream cheese and doesn't notice there is no Becel and there is less cream cheese even though it was there whilst I practised my treachery (skulduggery).
When I cut our afternoon snack apple in half I make sure one half is just a tad bigger.  The hubs gets the bigger half (nicely sliced of course) and I get the smaller half cut in a few more slices.  Brain, well, brain sees a whole lot of apple.  Good to go.
Cashews for a snack?  I take half the amount I give the hubs BUT  eat them very slowly.  Hubs finishes his and is eyeballing mine.  Brain says, 'wow, look at all these cashews I still have".
You see what I mean?
Stupid brain.

***Becel is a heart healthy margarine (or so the advertising says)

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Dance On

Take your place
in the circle
little one.
For you my son,
the dance
is just begun.
May you be one
who stands not
by the wall
but takes your place
head high
and standing tall.
You'll weave and dip
as life lands
its many blows
of good and bad.
No one really knows
how long the dance
will last.
I will take
my place
by the door.
For me the dance
is nearly o'er.
Be strong my son.
Dance on.