Saturday, October 12, 2019

Saturday, Ocober 12th, 2019

Well, this has really been quite a delightful day.

A quiet, serene daybreak
Blue skies and sunshine to follow....

The neighbour's trees are turning that lovely autumn yellow, - 
their leaves falling
whenever a little gust of wind arises
so that the garden spot I look out upon
is jeweled with ripe Golden Delicious apples
and crisp fall bits of scarlet from the Sumac.

This is not part of her garden, per se
but the small fenced yard has a randomness
that is quite lovely amongst all the ordered gardens
in the neighbourhood.
Some pine trees, a pretty climber against 
the garden shed, a bed of tomatoes, a picket fence
and a hiding spot for numerous street cats
that I am forevcer shooing away from my
numerous bird feeders.

I went shopping in the morning,
with my daughter-in-law, - and that was a pleasure.
We had time to talk and discuss plans for Thanksgiving dinner
and before we came home we put flowers in the Church
and we went and did our civic duty, and voted
for a federal representative. 
I was reminded of the days when I was younger
and quite often the Supervisor of the Vote
in the village.,
and it was diffetrent being 'just' a voter
and not part of the 'crew'....but fitting!

In the afternoon Charles' neice (my neice in law)
came to visit on her way home to the Fraser Valley 
after a short stay in the south Okanagan...
and that was a great pleasure too!
I always enjoy her visits,  and..
she brought Tim Bits with her (as well as a friend).....
 the remainder of the Tim Bits is still in the fridge,
and will be a delicious bite before bedtime!

Beautiful full moon tonight..
A gorgeous end to the day
as it sails over the mountain tops

As we celebrate Thanksgiving this weekend here in Canada
I find much to be thankful for!!!!

Saturday, October 05, 2019

Thoughts and meditations.....

'"He who has gone,
so we but cherish his memory,
abides with us, more potent, nay more present
than the living man.'"

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living."

Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

I have been thinking a lot lately, - about life,
about the glorious living of it,
about life after,
and about how long this life is perpetuated by those of us 
who remember, and those of us
who care enough to preserve....'

A small excerpt from a long ago post inspired 
by what would have been my father's 110th birthday,
and the thoughts of preserving and passing on
the memories I have of him, --
and of all those dear ones who have 
gone on ahead of us....

And yet again I have been inspired to write of these
cherished ones by passing on some of my memories
of my father in conversation
with my youngest son who is visiting
from the Chilcotin.

As I grow more ancient I am sometimes anxiously aware
of this need to "pass along"
and I make a conscious effort to
tell stories, bring memories alive,
and label the great treasure of snapshots
we have accumulated over the years.

(Sometimes I wonder if I am a terrible bore - more of Grandma's
stories.  I'm sure I have heard that one before about lassoing
the gophers on the prairies....
sigh.....but I  persist and know that
someday they will be appreciated!!  I do
try to remember just who I have told this
story to before -- it helps when I see their
eyes glaze over!!!!!!)

I suppose that as long as I live here with
the cat and the dog for company
I will continue to talk to them
and sometimes to the dear one I
shared wedded bliss with....

He doesn't answer, but I know what
he would be thinking after
such a long and wonderful association.

Another October
and so far the sun has been shining
and the leaves have been donning
their autumn finery

I am looking forward to a drive in the hills!

Life is good...

Friday, October 04, 2019

Dorothy Emily Grace

Sixty-two years since my mother died

Time passes
Memories fade
but Love is sustained forever

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Still Raining!

September 29th, 2019

Yes, still raining....

I should not complain - lawns love it, flowers love it, wonderful way to go into the winter.....

but September has certainly not been as my memories cherish it!!!

The leaves on the trees are so nourished with rain

they are stillgreen and flourishing

Just one lone tree in front of the City Hall is slowly turning golden,

and that may be because it is absorbing all the tax money

that citizens are turning in!!

However, - the weatherman forecasts sunshine for the coming week

so perhaps October will be dry, and sunny, and satisfy us with autumn colours!!

A visit from our youngest son, today

and while here he so kindlyand graciously

tucked himself under the Glimakra and for a number of hours

moved pegs from one treadle to another, - I think all eighty of them

so when I dress the loom in my brand new warp

I will have a brand new pattern to follow.

When I first met my husband, we talked about marriage, and family,

and decided we would have six children - 

(three and three with a little hiatus in between)

it was all a lovely dream..

He went overseas during the war, and did his thing with 

the wonderful Lancaster, - came home safely; 

we got married, and all our dreams started to come true!!

Even the six children - and we never regretted it!!!

(well, maybe there were a few moments of worry and frustration

over the years......part  of being a parent)

As I grow more ancient, 

I also grow more and more appreciative of the company of those

six wonderful children and their families.....

the things they do for me, 

and the care they give me.

And I bless them all......

Today I am most particularly grateful for the time spent under the loom

and even the raindrops that keep falling.

falling, falling........

and the snow that is half way down the mountain

so early in the year!

October is bound to be bright and colourful

as we enjoy an "Indian Summer"

Saturday, September 14, 2019

September 14th, 2019

Ah yes, - tomorrow we will be half way through September!

It's been a lovely month

and the garden has responded nicely;;;

the asters blooming

and the last of the barn flowers reaching heavenward

oh dear, it is such a jungle!

The lawn just loves the mild autumn weather

and of course, I should be outside while September is so kind

(next week the forecast is for rain, at least until Friday)

But no, - I have been inside at the loom

and now the four shaft Le Clerc is sitting naked

in the loom room, - the towels that clothed her

unrolled from the beam, washed, pressed and looking

forward to being hemmed as they hang on the

hallway railing....lovely fall collours to brighten

the house.

I am spending my weaving time in my bedroom,

where the big Glimakra lives.

finishing off a lovely black runner with a little

white overshot and a fantastic fringe  (which is

what attracted me to the draft in the first place).

I will post a picture when it is finished.

Sunday tomorrow, and I plan to get up and make scones

to feed any and all family who might come to visit!!!

And any that  are left

I will enjoy next week,

with tea, - while the rain comes down!!

My bones and the weatherman

are quite adamant

that this is going to happen.

I missed seeing the Harvest Moon last night

despite waking up numerous times

during the night,  but

the clouds had rolled in.

But here is Leon Redbone

and his wonderful Harvest Moon,

and that will bring me pleasure..

You too, I hope...

Monday, September 09, 2019

September 9th, 2019
Monday again!!!

The days are getting shorter --
8.00 p.m. and already the shadows have drawn in
and the evening begins to darken.

(Bruce can no longer see the cat who has been saucily sitting
on the shed roof, across the street,
challenging him to wear himself out barking....
and so the night is quieter, too!)

I have finished in the kitchen...
coffee on for early morning,
and in the hour or so before my youngest son
pops in to discuss our days
and say goodnight
I am planning to refamiliarize myself with the ukulele music
that the ladies are playing Tuesday mornings.

I have not been going to practice
over the summer.......
just strumming a bit over breakfast, here at home
and so I must remind myself how to pick, and strum the chords
and make sure everything is in tune.

 Here is my audience!!!

Out in the garden yesterday, and I picked a few of the last barn flowers and
some of the autumn crocus 

There won't be many more garden flowers to put on
the shelf that holds reminders
of the beloved,
although the sedum has not bloomed yet
and there are also the gloriously coloured
fall leaves

I found a few raspberries
and they perked up the breakfast cereal

When I am not in the garden, clearing away the wonderful remains of summer,
I am most often in the loom room...

Here are the towels I am making - I am on my fourth
and anxious to finish
so I can do another warp of these
amazingly beautiful fall colours....

Here is another rendition of September Song

by dear old Willie Nelson

Sunday, September 01, 2019


September 1st 2019

and a warm welcome to September.

my most favourite month!!!

This is the month that seems to me most like New Years

It is, as a matter of fact, the beginning of the year for me

and always has been!!

The excitement of September is only exceeded by the relief I feel

at having shut the door on August!!

This is the month the children, and mother, went back to school!

The month when all community activities started again, after a summer hiatus...

and with enthusiasm and great plans for the coming year.

This is the month when the sun was kind to us

and ceased shining upon us with broiling heat

while we struggled with fuzzy peaches

and pears whose state of maturity was always a mystery to me.

I am a glutton for knowledge, and learning

and after the children all finished grade school

I went back to college courses,

and to my weaving and spinning,

and the library

and bridge,

and music,

and all sorts of things to stir my enthusiasm.

In later years it was a time when Charles and I would indulge

in back road drives, and photography...

"Would you like to take a drive this afternoon?"  I would ask

and he was always willing and a great

participant with his fine eye as to what would make a great picture.

Here are some snaps we took on one of the last

of these afternoon adventures....

and another picture by Brian Lasaga 

Beautiful Autumn - painting by Alfred East 

And below is one that somewhat illustrates a book I am now reading, by 

Robert McFarlane, Stanley Donwood and Dan Richards

entitled "Holloway" (a sunken path)

"a route that centuries of foot-fall, hoof-hit

wheel- roll and rain-run have harrowed

deep into bedrock"

It is only a little mini book

but it contains a wealth of interesting

information, and the writing is intriguing.

I ran across this mindful poem, Burton D. Carley

September Meditation

 I do not know if the seasons remember their history or if the days and
nights by which we count time remember their own passing;
I do not know if the oak tree remembers its planting or if the pine
renenbers its slow climb toward sun and stars.

I do not know if the squirrel remembers last fall's gathering or if the
bluejay remembers the meaning of snow.
I do not know if the air remembers September or if the night remembers
the moon.

I do not know if the earth remembers the flowers from last spring or if
the evergreeen remembers that it shall stay so.

Perhaps that is the reason for our births - to be the memory for creation.

Perhaps salvation is something very different than anyone expected.

Perhaps this will be the only question we will have to answer;
"What can you tell me about September?"

Well, if this is so, I will have nothing but good to say about

September - this lovely month.

When one gets to be as old as dirt the Septembers
remaining for one to enjoy are perhaps a little limited,
so I expect to put my heart and soul
into this one!!!

Here is a little warp I am in the midst of putting
on the loom
for a run of hand towels for various family kitchens...

September colours of red and rust and yellow

and a woollen shawl I just finished

to ward off the winter weather.

Happy September!!!!