Jack Frost
By C.E. Pike

Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!|
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.

He’ll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he’ll shake.
To windows he’ll creep
And while we’re asleep
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.

Across the grass
He’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go
And laugh ho, ho ho!
What fun I have had in the night.

The young sprite dropped in for a sleep-over last night, but he must have got restless and wandered outside with his icy wand, frolicking around the garden and the neighbour's sprinkler line.

The Weatherman has been forecasting his visit for the last few days, so he didn't arrive unexpectedly. A couple of days ago I gathered up the geraniums and potted them, and now they sit on the window sill in the big bathroom, preparing to brighten up November, which is the gloomiest of months.



I picked the roses and the green tomatoes and brought them in to safety.

Nevertheless the Frosty Fellow did a job on the tenderest of my annuals, the nasturtiums. They were a lovely big pot of round green leaves with bright oranges and reds and yellows peeping out between the greenery.



Now they have been completely devastated....



Around the corner and up the hill where the neighbour had her sprinklers running Jack left a frosty fairyland glistening in the morning sun. It stayed this way all day as I believe the rascal has just wandered off a little way to sleep in the sunshine and will be back tonight to see what other mischief he can stir up.



It is too soon. The Chrysanthemums have still not bloomed, there are apples to be picked and a lot of fall work to attend to. Hopefully this will be just a 'touch of Frost' and he will be on his way, back up the mountain where he is supposed to be painting leaves and doing other creative things that bring pleasure from afar..

Skywatch Friday
October 9th, 2009

Here's the moon in the morning..



and the moon at night.....



and in between 'nothing but blue skies all day long.......'




From the Similkameen, October 5th, 2009.

For wonderful and interesting sky pictures visit Skywatch Friday here.

ABC Wednesday

L is for Lily


"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow;
they toil not, neither do they spin.
And yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.” Matthew 26:28







Lilies from the garden that we LOVED and LOST and still remember with LASTING LOYALTY.

The Regal Lily, beside a sweet granddaughter, grew beneath our bedroom window, and its fragrance was rich and heavy and slumberous.

Stop over at ABC Wednesday here and see what other wonderful things L stands for.

She who has gone, so we but cherish her memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery (with some liberties).

Dorothy Emily Grace
Born Feb. 16th 1902, died October 4th, 1957

One of the first memories I have of my Mother is of her singing 'Ramona' as she swept the kitchen floor.

To be honest I did truly remember this when I was younger. Now, I remember that I remembered it, but it still fills me with loving memories when I hear the song.

I cannot say enough about the courage with which she faced life, or the spirit which kept her sweet and loving and unselfish to the end. A lady of immense courage and bravery, she bore a painful and sometimes agonizing illness with an accepting heart.

To the world and to her friends she showed a warm and loving spirit, - always encouraging, always providing an inspiration to those who found life's burdens troublesome and came to her for cheering.

She has been a light to lighten our lives, - mine and my sister's, and hopefully through us she has touched our families with her ever loving courage.