Sunday, May 15, 2011

Wildlife at Ginty's Pond

The sun only visits at random intervals this May, but last Tuesday he dropped in for a few hours and Charles and I took advantage of the warmth and brightness and the faint spring breeze to go on a little safari and investigate the wildlife at Ginty's pond.

Down the road, a left turn at the highway and then again when we came to the road to the Upper bench, across the little bridge that crosses Keremeos Creek and we stopped to see how the water was flowing.


We passed fields of Dandy-Lions and Mama Cows and their calves having breakfast.



through those modern perpendicular orchards  with lovely, bright 
pollinizers at the ends of every fifth or sixth row
(aside -  terribly efficient but not very romantic)




along the road that spans the upper end of Ginty's Pond


and around to where the bullrushes grow and the wetlands are home to

all sorts of wildlife.


We looked for turtles, sunning themselves on the logs, but none were there.


No frogs on the lily pads, but down at the end of the pond
we spied a family of raccoons, the parents being very large to our way of reckoning
and probably they have made their home there for many years,
unmolested and well fed. 




Across the way two nesting geese were enjoying the water and the warmth of the sun,
although Mother Goose gave us fair warning not too come too close.


Father just looked majestic and aloof, as he floats along in the background.


A pair of wood ducks slipped along the edge of the pond, - this father not only being
majestic, but also most handsomely dressed in harlequin colours


A last look for signs of bloom on the lily pads


we cast our eyes on the snow clad mountains to the north


and ended our morning outing talking to an old friend who is
spending his retirement mornings lending a hand at 
Kobau Park.



We drove into the yard to find our great grandson  on his
fire-engine red birthday tricycle, 
delighting his Grandma and Grandpa.

What a lovely morning!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I waken this morning, just after five.  When I open my eyes the sky is blushing a pale rosy pink, through the north window,  beckoning to me to come and see the early a.m. show.

I don't stop to dress, - sometimes these events can be quite transitory, and so I am out on the deck in my  nightgown, gazing in delight.  The whole bowl of the sky is a misty pink, - a few scattered raindrops fall, and close by in the west, a perfectly arched rainbow frames the whole confection of rosy sky
 and a valley awash in apple blossoms.

I skip down the steps (did you know that 86 year old ladies can skip when inspired to do so????) and move across the lawn, trying to gain distance, but I am such an amateur, and cannot contain the whole rainbow, although I do remember advice I have been given and focus on something closer
before moving in to snap the lens.










Very soon it all began to fade, and by the time I turned to come in the sky was once again a sulky grey.



It was so lovely while it lasted, and I wished I had more camera skills, - 
but oh, my dear, you just had to be there!

Thursday, May 12, 2011






Last night's storm with its rain and great gusty winds has moved on;  the sky is clearing in the west and the air is still, so early in the morning.  I take my coffee on to the deck and the fragrance of the apple blossoms  is sweet and faint from the orchard.  They are out in full bloom this morning to celebrate the day of anniversary, - sixty-six years since we 'pledged our troth'.   Young and eager and as fresh as the apple blossoms that proclaimed the day in the wartime song, our song,  - 'I'll be with you in apple blossom time.....'






Just days before Charles had sailed into New York Harbour to bands and balloons and streamers, returning from Europe.  It was a bittersweet homecoming as he left his two brothers buried in France and Holland, and it would be fifty years before we returned to bring plaques, embedded with stone from the hills of home, to their graves.


Occasionally the old ardour surfaces;  occasionally life is a little tempestuous;  but on the whole we have settled quite nicely into being ancient and nostalgic; filled with memories and gratitude for a life well lived, a love well preserved, and a family well loved.








Tuesday, May 10, 2011

ABC Wednesday

The Quaint and sometimes Querulous letter this week is Q

Q is for Queen

Here are some pictures of our own beloved monarch, Queen Elizabeth the Second.

All, I am afraid, courtesy of the Internet, although Charles and I once were at a garden party at the Lieut. Governor's digs in Victoria where the Queen was Guest of Honour.  But we weren't introduced, and pictures were not allowed.  It is too bad, really, - we would have had a lot to talk about, being of the same generation and it being at a time when we both had rather rowdy teen-agers......


the marriage of Elizabeth and Phillip Mounbatten


her coronation


masquerading as an English Rose


and one of Wordsworth's beautiful daffodils


but this is the picture that makes me smile and evokes a delightful personality. 
as well as being steady-as-she-goes!

Long May She Reign.

For more quizzical Q's wander over to ABC Wednesday here
with thanks to Mrs. Nesbitt and all her helper.

Monday, May 09, 2011


In the evenings why am I not reading, or knitting, or making cookies, or flipping through magazines and getting inspired??

I'll tell you why, - I have become addicted to Texturing!

The pictures come from the camera looking quite gorgeous (well, most of them, - the ones that don't are quickly deleted), - but my imagination drives me to experiment with textures, and I think ' what would this flower, or tree, or person look like with a Serendipity texture?  Or one of the new Zen creations that I stumbled over while surfing the net.

Sometimes I think they are great, - more often than not I am wary of my judgement , - but in any case it is great fun....

The pretty tulip above somehow escaped from the garden and ended up down by the pasture fence, so this morning while I was inspecting the latest Chinese Lantern Railway sub-station I went and snapped a picture of this lonely little tulip in amongst the dandelions.

Shortly after a strong whirly wind came up and snapped the stem of this tulip, and also two of the pink ones in the garden, so I brought them in and put them in the old white teapot with the broken spout, and took a picture of that, too!

Here is the bouquet, untouched, straight from the camera. 



and here it is all gussied up with fancy textures......





Am I frittering away my time?????

or am I just not very good at it yet (sigh)




Sunday, May 08, 2011




Happy Mothers' Day 
to all who have the delightful task
of loving and enchanting children



...........and the fairies all ran away with their clothes

Charles Sims


and blowing their noses and cleaning their ears and seeing that they don't eat worms and such stuff.

Friday, May 06, 2011

A River Stone


The Elephant's Ear
wears pink blossoms,
tucked discreetly

Thursday, May 05, 2011

Texturing

Two bits of spring in the deep woods and along the Green Mountain Road.




using Kim Klassen's Sweethart and Luminous

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

ABC Wednesday

The letter of note this week is P

P is for Penticton, our closest small city, located in the Okanagan Valley
 just over the hill from the Similkameen

In the midst of spring blossoms


a place of blue skies, blue waters and blue hills


 orchards and vineyards


fun and frolic, floating down the river channel


the historic SS Sicamous, which plied the length of Okanagan Lake in early days


 festive summer streets






beautiful sandy beaches to laze on  and swimming to cool off



Munson's Mountain with its famous Penticton sign,
 warm in my heart because it is where Charles and I became engaged almost 70 years ago

 a lake tug from bygone days


A wonderful place to visit, - do come and see us!

More great P's at Mrs. Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday, here.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

What a busy week!!!

And it continues on until Tuesday, but here are a few pictures of a pretty sunclipse and all the green green growth in the garden!!!










and a pictures of a lovely little sunlit meadow captured from a speeding auto on the way to Penticton


O the green things growing, the green things growing
the faint sweet smell of the green things growing
Dinah Craik

On the day of the Wedding I was enchanted by the trees in the Abbey
and the beautiful choral music, especially  Paul Mealor's Ubi Caritas.


 the joy of the people in the streets

and the glorious promise of youth and marriage in the Bride and Groom




and the splendid Guards on their spirited horses

Well, it was all just an elegant day and made me proud of my British heritage and happy for London
 and all  the people of the United Kingdom.

We need happy exuberant days occasionally to lift us to the mountain tops to sing
and laugh and be joyous and optimistic.

God Save the Queen and all her Loyal Subjects!

Monday, April 25, 2011

ABC Wednesday

The letter this week is the big, round O


O is for Ogden Nash

Frederic OGDEN Nash was born in Rye, New York on August 19th, 1902.

This is the stamp that the U.S. Postal services issued to honour him on the 100th anniversary of his birth.

He was a writer of light verse, par none.  Four of his books have nestled on my shelves for almost seventy years, - books that I brought to my marriage  and have smiled and chuckled over ever since.

He is the man who loved to rhyme.  He 'had a fondness for crafting his own words whenever rhyming words did not exist, ...'   Some poets are successful at this, and some not, but Nash excelled!

It is taking me a long time to write this post because I turn page after page after page, unable to make up my mind which of his wonderful words I should write for you, smiling all the while.....

He had a penchant for small rhymes about animals and birds, but he also wrote longer humourous verses, some wry, some ironic, and some just plain funny.

Here is one entitled 'The Birds'

Puccini was Latin, and Wagner Teutonic,
And birds are incurably philharmonic.
Suburban yards and rural vistas
Are filled with avian Andrews Sisters.
The Skylark sings a roundelay,
The crow sings "The Road to Mandalay".
The nightingale sings a lullaby
and the sea gull sings a gullaby.
That's what shepherds listened to in Arcadia
Before somebody invented the radia.

and here is one,  a little poignant.

Kipling's Vermont

The summer like a rajah dies,
and every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregational eyes
An alien suttee.

about the Cuckoo he wrote

Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives,
They fail as husbands and as wives,
Therefore they cynically disparage
Everybody else's marriage.

and about The Tortoise

Come, crown my brows with leaves of myrtle
I know the tortoise is a turtle.
Come carve my name in stone immortal,
I know the turtoise is a tortle;
I know to my profound despair;
I bet on one to beat a hare.
I also know I'm now a pauper
Because of its tortley turtley torpor.

Well, I could go on and on. but instead I must advise you to go online and Google Ogden Nash so you can spend a delightful evening in his company, - or buy one of his great books from Amazon.

I leave you with a quote....


For more interesting takes on the letter O go here to Mrs. Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday.

P.S.  Ogden Nash was the author of the quote "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker"
and also, 'I often wonder which is mine.  Tolerance or a rubber spine"

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter Sunday 2011

This morning, with flowers and glorious Easter Music, 
with prayer and the Holy Eucharist,
 we celebrated the Resurrection of the Lord in all the wonderful traditional ways.

Christ is Risen
Alleluia, He is Risen Indeed



This evening I watched a new way of celebrating
the joy of Easter!!!



The shoes that were left on the celebration ground were donated to those in need.

I, who love the meditative prayers of tradition,
was given pause for thought.