Saturday, April 14, 2012

Morning Surprises

A gentle splash turned my head. 
Two very large geese, goslings tightly bunched between, entered the quiet pond nestled in gently rolling greenery for a morning swim.

Gently, smoothly swimming into the middle, 
they turned and began a return trip.

Larry had told me of a pair of geese with three goslings,
so I was not surprised to see them,
only surprised to see more goslings.

At first I could only see two
then three
then four.
Finally, five little fuzzy yellow heads
cleared in my camera lens ~
all lined up between mom and dad,
or was it dad and mom.

No matter,
the goslings, obviously protected by their parents,
had strict instruction to stay in line.
Two pair of black watchful eyes
were kept on the human (that would be me) and the dog (Cleo)
on the gentle, grassy flowered hill.

“Our brightest blazes of gladness are 
        commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.”
-  Samuel Johnson, The Idler; Poems

Friday, April 13, 2012

Wildflowers and family time

Enjoyed time again today with Larry on a earlier morning walk, mist rising from a nearby pond.
A few brave buttercups scattered themselves in the dewy grass.

Wrote in my journal out on the patio, with dog and kitties, the sun high and oh, so warm a lovely segue into the day.
Cleo stretched on the warm cement,
Mr. Wilson and Miss Fancy nowhere to be seen,
tiny birds scratched in the pine needles under the big pine.

A short attempt to move a hosta!
The soil thick with roots from an invading bush.
Shovel of little help - not to mention my arm strength.

In the afternoon, I shared a long meandering walk with Dana.
Stepping rather clumsily over the electric fence, 
I followed her deep in the pasture where tall trees and green meadows made shadowy magic.
We made a small jump across a trickling creek
both coming and going in our travels.
Green pastures were strewn with drifts of 
yellow buttercups
red clover
tiny mauve wild flowers
tiny white daisies
even some wild strawberries.
Back in the yard, a lovely bush in flower, 
sadly burned by frost,
called ‘grandfather’s whiskers’ continued bravely on.

A quiet evening of visiting,
a bit of TV, 
and early to bed.

Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.”
~ John Milton

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Walking through Dew Soaked Grasses

A day of rest with still a bit of jet lag lagging behind me.
Up, not so early,
saw Dana off on a 9 mile hike with Suzie and Kim.
I declined the ‘straight up’ trek with three very fit ladies!

Visited, checked the garden and walked through early morning with Larry.
Freezing temperatures last night destroyed all the new growth
on grapevines, but blueberries, saskatoons and blackberries are ok.

A much shorter gentler wander 
through dew soaked grasses with Cleo, his dog
then on my own for a quiet afternoon,
Tapped away on my Addictions writing project,
tidied the kitchen,
sorted through my belongings,
outside to take a couple of pictures. 
(this blog’s picture a couple of years old, early summer morning)

Then to a really quaint garden store - more rustic I guess - 
Larry chose bedding plants and a tomato cage
Susan nabbed two dozen free run eggs, from an Amish producer, and a jar of honey.

Home for supper, 
more visiting and now to bed.

“A quiet mind cureth all.”
- Robert Burton

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

On my way....

Early morning.

Final gathering and tidying.
Doors closed on rooms to keep any escaped dust bunnies from roaming willfully throughout the house waiting patiently to pounce at my good friend when she comes to check the house.

overpacked - I’m certain.
underpacked - I’m also certain.

I won’t know until later what it might be,
but my anticonvulsants were packed last night
with extras in my carry on luggage.

Writing, planned for the hours in the air, was
replaced by a lot of napping instead!
It was an orderly - and very full - flight.

Here I am behind the camera in
this oh so neat restaurant
that I had been in last year,
a delicious spinach/strawberry/candied walnut salad 
topped with shrimp and deep fried goat cheese waiting to be devoured.
Surprise! Memory saved  - and accessible -  for both restaurant and the menu item.

This restaurant, also a book store, provides a view of shelves of books:
science fiction

An airport restaurant,
tables away from concourse and 
beeping airport noises 
throngs of arriving and departing passengers.

The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to 
a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget 
that which has made a deep impression on our minds.”
~ Tryon Edwards

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Flying Two Kites!

Minor struggles with this blog tonight.
My choices?
Book group
Getting ready for vacation..
When in doubt - pick both!
My morning started slowly ~
Morning Pages
yoga (and a few exercises thrown in)
then laundry started, to-do list made up, running errands.
a break for Book group in the afternoon

Under the Afghan Sky by Mellissa Fung
the impetus for lively discussion about
cultural differences,
amazing inner strength under unimaginable stress,
language barriers,
religious differences.

All the while, she never knew
in this age of instant communication
communication cut off from
the outside world
A hole in the ground her housing for 28 days,
cookies and juice her only food
while her captors came and went.
Once home I continued ~
Laundry finished - washed, dried and put away as I
gathered myself and what is needed for each day ~
medications, socks, toothbrush, paper, pens
paying bills, 
eating up odds and ends - or throwing it in the freezer
empty the garbage - thank heavens tomorrow is garbage day!

Good night!

"We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us."
~ Ken Levine

Monday, April 9, 2012

At the Tax Office

The line up:
a few muffled grumbles
no sense of urgency....just yet
Still three weeks before the deadline 
Young and old with
manilla envelopes
shoe boxes
brief cases.

Last year’s taxes wrap up 
the mandatory financial picture of 
personal business of life          
anchored to the politics of the country.

review of the previous year
tomorrow’s accountability for $$ spent
without showing the experience in
needed to acquire and maintain those $$

$$ do not explain how each business transaction arrived
with a set of hopes or fears
joy or anxieties.
Reduced to a mere paper trail sent 
over the wires
or in the mail
it is only money.

"Income tax returns are the most imaginative fiction being written today."
~ Herman Wouk

A Serpentine Question

Black ridges of algae coated rock rise above shiny gray waves
Is it the ancient gnarled back of a diving sea serpent?
Or but a tiny shard of the massive earth’s crust
If the serpent rolls over
What will become of us?

"Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world--it is thin."
-  Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Always a Bouquet of Flowers

This bouquet sits today on my dining room table but there is another always in my heart....

I love my sons.
I miss my sons.
They are here with me this weekend.
Have yet to see Jeff but look forward to tomorrow.
Jason and I did life together this morning before we had other parts of life calling.
A great breakfast at Mol-e downtown on Pandora.
A short break to get my hair done - 
pencil and paper at the ready
it was an opportunity to jot a few lines..

Easter time - a religious holiday for many
For some ~
Easter bunny time
Easter egg time
I remember those times - oh just a bit ago now - when I was a kid.
Easter has been a tradition translated to family gathering.
Real time connections
Rolling back the rock of distance
lives busy with career 
different shades of life.
Borrowing a Sunday School's story metaphor of Easter
For real time connections

Then coffee to go and go to the park with Jason and the dogs.
A stroll there and back visiting,
enjoying each other, 
warm sun
glittering blue bay
all shapes and sizes of dogs
laughing people young and old 
the dog park is a wonderful happy place.
Daffodils bright and welcoming 
covered the gentle slopes of Beacon Hill
spots of yellow glow splashed in the bushes as we passed.

It was a good day.
I am pleased.

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which
 I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.”
 ~Thomas Jefferson