Thursday, May 16, 2019

A Rainy Day

May 16th, 2019

The middle of the morning

and I let Bruce out into the back garden

to roam a bit, smell the flowers

and do the others things dogs are wont to do

in the middle of the morning.

I stand for a few minutes, breathing

in the wonderful damp air,

listening to the raindrops,

and the thirsty plants, sighing with pleasure!!

As I am sure the firefighters are, too;

the ones down the valley who are 

fighting the wildfire that is too close for comfort,

for many of the farmers

who tend great fields of apples and grapes.



To begin with there were 

beautiful, grey rolling rain clouds



but now a pewter sky is completely covering

what yesterday was blue and sunny!

Today is most welcome...

a little breathing space, and a time

to diminish the warp that is

stretched out in the space I want to beam

the threads for new, colourful, towels.

Praise what comes!!!!


Monday, May 13, 2019


May the 12th has come and gone....

It brought sweet memories

but also its share of nostalgia

for days gone by.....

As it was in 1945

Mother's Day fell on the same day

that Charles and I were married....

He had returned from overseas

on the Queen Mary



and landed in New York on the 1st of May...

made his way to Edmonton

where we were married in time

to fulfil the prophecies

of the song we called  "Our Song"

I'll be with you in Apple Blosson Time



A picture from the morning of

our wedding day

shows me in a contemplative mood,



but I had no qualms!!

It was a joyous and happy day.


Seventy-four years later, in 2019.....

alas, my darling not here to share in the endearing and enduring memories

but the children came,

and Mothers' Day was warm and loving.

We had rhubarb and blueberry cake with whipped cream

and lots of lovely memories of Mother's Days

and Anniversaries gone by.....

And I remember with deepest gratitude

the sixty-seven years, and the love we shared.




Life has been so good!

Friday, May 10, 2019

  


A Spring Collage

Some Sweet Honesty

a few Windflowers

a stray Tulip

the Bridal Wreath

and the beautiful Quince blossoms

all combined to make the garden a lovely

place to linger.

I am waiting for the Philadelphia Orange

to cast its

 sweet scent

down the side pathway.


It is hard to stay indoors these days....

My nails are dirt crusted and jagged

but my soul is at peace

as I tidy and dig!

Here's a little poem

from May Sarton

whose writing I once kept beside our bed

when we lived on 10th, and

which I must look for again........

"True gardeners cannot bear a glove

Between the sure touch and the tender root,

Must  let their hands grow knotted as they move

With a rough sensitivity about

Under the the earth, between the rock and shoot,

Never to bruise or wound the hidden fruit.

And so I watched my mother's hands grow scarred

She, who could heal the wounded plant or friend

With the same vulnerable yet rigorous love;

I minded once to see her beauty gnarled,

But now her truth is given me to live,

As I learn for myself we must be hard

To move among the tender with an open hand,

And to stay sensitive up to the end

Pay with some toughness for a gentle world."






gardens I have known and loved.

Saturday, May 04, 2019




 The Bright Field

I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it.  But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
the treasure in it.  I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it.  Lfe is not hurrying

on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past.  It is the turning 
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
R.S. Thomas

This morning, as I sat in the sun with my coffee
and "The Poetry of Presence"*
(an anthology of mindfulness poems)
this was the poem
that gave me pause for thought!!

and I remembered  taking this picture of the sun,
shining on the buttercups in this sunlit meadow,
on the way to 
Penticton
a few years ago


Tuesday, April 30, 2019



Time to say goodbye to April,

that flirty month

that goes from one mood to another, -

and say hello to mild and merry May.









" At last comes the golden month of the wild folk - - -

honey-sweet May

when the birds come back

and the flowers are out,

and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs

of the dawning year"

Samuel Scoville Jr. (Wild Folk)



But don't forget 

the White Rabbit

in all your appreciation and exuberance

at the arrival of May.






Sunday, April 28, 2019

Adagio in G Minor


Before going to bed tonight I went to a concert

via Youtube....

Would you like to share it?

Just close your eyes and listen!!


If I sit down at the piano

invariably I end up playing 

the Adagio,

which never fails to touch my heart.

This performance by Hauser

is so full of passion and poignancy.

And so beautiful...


Friday, April 26, 2019



Well, I worked in the garden this morning....










And I wasted the afternoon!!!

I can remember, in other gardens,

when I skirmished with the cutch grass,

but here it is the non-blooming violet

that is the formidable foe!!

Every spare inch of rich black earth

between plants

has been taken over by the 

danged weedy violet.

Easy to pull out, but it's defence comes in quantity!!!

I'm here to tell you that it would be

a great advantage to have an

army of little people to scythe

down these abundant enemies!!

It seems to me I have written about these noxious weeds before

as I remember Mr. Google informed me

that the invisible blooms under the leaves

are not only hidden out of sight, but have the

ability to self pollenize,  NOT FAIR!!!!!

I came into lunch after an hour or two of bending over

thoroughly exhausted,

and watched some curling for a while...

All those energetic young men throwing rocks around!!

I stayed there much too long, but while relaxing I

started to tidy the pile of magazine and books within my reach,

on the coffee table,

and came across this great little recipe book

I have had for many years, - a collection of the

recipes Margaret Hays posted in her husband's weekly newspaper.

I have been planning to have quiche for lunch next Tuesday

when my second son and dear DIL will be here,

and lo, Margaret has included a recipe for

HAZELNUT AND LEEK QUICHE

MAKE A PASTRY WITH 3/4 CUP OF ROASTED HAZELNUTS, GROUND, 3 TBSP OF MILK, 1/2 TSP EACH SALT AND DRIED MARJORAM, AND ONE CUP OF FLOUR.
BAKE IT BLIND UNTIL GOLDEN

For the filling you will need to chop the white parts of four large leeks,
washed well and boiled in salted water for ten minutes.

Make a little sauce with 1/4 cup melted margarine (or butter)
three tbsp of flour, one and one half cups of milk.

Stir in 3 tbsp grated parmesan and one quarter cup of low fat cheese.

Fold the leeks into the cheese sauce and pour into
the ready cooked pastry case.

Mix half a cup of breadcrumbs
one half tsp of dried marjoram and
some vegetable oil
for sprinkling on top.

bake in a moderate oven (375) for thirty minutes.



A quiche without eggs????

Do you like leeks?  More importantly,

do my son and DIL like leeks?????

There is also a recipe for Jambaylaya

but that will have to wait for another time!