Friday, June 14, 2019

Friday morning.....
June 14th, 2019

The Garden is in transition these days...

The tulips and daffodils are just a fond memory

and the pink and scarlet peony petals have shattered, -

dry and crushed, although still reminiscent of their beauty.

I strolled a bit through the garden this morning...

Bruce was with me when we started, but he soon

found exciting smells to investigate and

was burrowing amongst the jungle of phlox

and herbs!

Soon he found a blanket to rest on and contemplate!

Callie just found a spot to lie down where it was cool!!

The day lilies, the flax and the magnificent and regal lilies 

are starting to bloom

 The great cabbage pink roses have a 

scattering of  rosy pennies around their feet, and the last of the blue

delphinium growing through their branches.

Though these lovely Monet colours remain as accents

the main body of the garden is turning to

summer yellow!!!!

Soon the barn flowers will line the back fence with gold

and the bee balm will burst into a circle of scarlet and royal purple.

Asters and white daisies - the heritage sweetpeas which I find

have burrowed their way throughout the garden......and the rudbeckia..

lovely shades of yellow.

To say nothing of the sun flowers that are reaching up the fence

to shine on people going down the lane!

It is a small garden, compared to the ones that Charles and I tended

over the years, but a precious place to relax sometimes,

and sometimes to bestow lovely rich earth under the fingernails!!

(Alas, it is also the source of many an evening's back ache!!!)

Endured with the pleasure of gardening!!!

Friday, May 31, 2019

Two most important things

about today.

Time to make obesience

to the White Rabbit,

as June rolls in

with a little thunder

and a rain shower

to make the peonies

and lilies happy.

and a sad farewell 


Leon Redbone

and his wonderful music..

which, of course, will live on.....

dear to the ear and the hearts

of those who loved his style.....

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Sunday;, May 26th, 2019

A fine day.....

I am still in my church clothes

having visited with my youngest daughter when I got home

and then our youngest son arrived to perform

his magic with the treadles

on the Glimakra -

(this is done with a couple of soft pillows

and a strange craning of the neck,

which I am no longer

able to accomplish, it seems!!)

So now it is tied up in proper fashion

and I can weave the overshot pattern

I have been so admiring

in the last little while.

While he was doing this I put on my apron

and made some new-to-me

double chocolate chip cookies!!

Lovely for a rainy day

with a nice amber tea.

It has rained most of the day

which makes the garden plants sigh with pleasure

(as I have said before)

and the woods much more immune to the dangers

of the wild fires that have been so prevalent

these last few years.

My son-in-law found some Alyssum for me

down at a garden spot in Cawston

so now I can edge everything with it's small delicate flowers

and it's beautiful familiar scent.

I have been thinking of gardens past

and bemoaning the fact that I have 

no lovely blue linum (or flax) in this

town garden,

and wondering where I might find some!

Perhaps an appeal on Facebook

and someone might have a little slip

that they would be willing to divide.

I love blue flowers,

but perhaps the pure linum shade

touches me more than any other.

I think it is time to go and make some hot chocolate...

take Bruce out for a romp in the garden,

and snuggle up in bed with The Digital Undertaker

(which I have been reading

to encourage me to sort through this great, huge

accumulation of STUFF that

keeps me company in this small house!!!!!!)


(In other word, Good Night to all ----

where did Nighty-night come from ???

Out of the past, no doubt,

when it was whispered to small children

with a hug and an endearment!)

Friday, May 24, 2019


May 24th, 2019

The Poppies are back!!!!

This little quote from Keats

catches the gayiety of the flower

as it dances in the breeze

and yet the Poppy, in our culture,

is so remindful of

grief, and sorrow and loss,

so much the result of

 bravery, and valour.

Perhaps that's why we love them so.

When we visited Charles' brother's graves in France

outside the cemetery the poppies

grew wild in the meadows.

Here in our garden

they grew amongst the flax and the iris

and were a constant reminder

of the beauty that we who lived

have been privileged to wonder at.

Praise what comes!!!!

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 
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



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!