Yesterday vanished into memory,
today ~ a birthday delight with family,
tomorrow is an open, uncharted road.
“I have gone into yesterday and tomorrow
and both were a real as today ~
which is like the dreams of ghosts!”
~ Robert E. Howard, author
(1906 ~ 1936)
It was a tough one.
A community Choir event ~
pre-scheduled
A four year old’s birthday party
sudden opportunity this morning
Both set for the same time:
no choice?
Both events involved singing:
Beautiful soaring music with
Regina’s Sisters in Song
Happy Birthday song around
the kitchen table with family!
(No photo available)
“Those who wish to sing always find a song.”
~ Swedish Proverb
Khaki work clothes
Black soil in spring
Driving to look at the crops
A white coffee mug
Ice tea with crushed ice
Raspberry bushes and roses
Garage filled with grease and tools
Memories of dad on his birthday
“I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.”
~ Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Lemon meringue pie
Chokecherry jelly
Saskatoon pie
Shelling green fresh peas
Aroma of baking bread
Making cookies at Christmas
Homemade salad dressing
Memories of mom on her birthday
“I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.”
~ Mitch Albom, For One More Day
When the dust of the party
settles and food is put away.
When the dishes are done,
and order has been restored
When energy is
stunted, stilled and sluggish
There is only one thing to do:
wrap up in a cup of tea,
with a blanket, a good book
and the glow of memory.
“To rest is not to withdraw from your life completely,
but to participate in it fully, deeply, wildly.”
~ Emmie Rae, writer and poet
What word floats by the window of my mind?
The view from a window
is so often the same.
Houses and trees, maybe a man walking his dog,
or a woman walking with purpose to work,
perhaps children playing hopscotch on the sidewalk.
Only the happy sounds of their play reaching my ears.
Each one of these
has their own story,
stories that
I’ll never know.
But stories that
belong to them,
stuck in
back pockets as
the man or
the woman go on
their way through
the next 24 hours.
And for the children,
their stories have just begun
with birthday cakes
and games of hopscotch.
“We do not stop playing because we grow old,
we grow old because we stop playing.”
~ Benjamin Franklin
Celebration of a birthday
laughter sprinkled through
all the chatter around a table.
different backgrounds,
varied beliefs.
good food and birthday cake
never too old to celebrate each other.
“Celebrating what we hope for together is better
than fighting over what we believe separately.”
~ Steven Charleston, Ladder to the Light:
An Indigenous Elder’s Meditation on Hope and Courage
Birthday parties are fun
But birthdays are special
‘How old are you?”
A frivolous question
when a family celebrates the
presence of a precious child
in their parenting world.
Glossy, colourful bags full of
toys and clothes, games and puzzles
set the stage for creative play, learning and growth.
“There is still no cure for the common birthday.”
~ John Glenn, astronaut, author
(1921 - 2016)
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| September 22, 2014 Qu'Appelle Valley |
Well, that was a day! A wiener roast with friends out in the country at a sweet 3 year old's birthday party. Successful and fun! I was a mere passenger on a great drive there and back. We drove past beautiful rust, brown, and gold prairie fields that are just amazing. Then back in the city, shopping for crafts and whatever else took our fancy ~ only partially successful. After all of that it was definitely time for coffee and cake - a day of the visiting that covered that last two weeks and multitudes of family updates, needed a break. We ended the evening at the French Press on Albert Street. Successful, with more visiting and just a darn good day.
“At the end of the day, if I can say I had fun, it was a good day.”
~ Simone Biles
p.s. Too busy talking to take an updated photo, but the colours are the same as in 2014!
