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| Photo today: June 2, 2026 |
This is the day
when I saw
spring lilacs in bloom
in a day
fraught with potholes
a day
when my bread
rose beautifully
a day
when the wind ruined
any semblance of hair style
a day
when music moved
my thoughts to calm.
This is a day
when life was real
and I am grateful.
“It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.”
~ Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla
Branches grey and bare
Is there no life?
bright pink amid green,
~ tiny pink flowers
opening for spring
gathers nourishment
before unfurling
delicate beauty.
“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”
~ Lady Bird Johnson
From above and far away I heard them
Birds!
I’ve seldom heard birds sing
these birds didn’t disappoint.
Their twittering conversations filled
the warm spring afternoon,
rising above the sound of humanity
on foot, on bicycles,
orange mo-peds,
shining chrome and black motorcycles,
cars, vans and trucks washed
in the dirt of splashing into spring
Above it all
the birds took my heart to the sky.
“The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree
above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood.”
~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of the Island, 1915
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| April 26, 2024 |
The sun shone;
ice and snow melted;
the spring day feeling
of opening up,
tidying up and
welcoming little spaces
closed up by clutter and
a long week of a foggy head.
Housework has never called to me,
but the bits and pieces of disorder
nudge my soul and,
Spit Spot (a Mary Poppins reference)
the laundry washes, dries, folds
is spirited away to drawers and cupboards
garbage out to the bin in the alley
as I chat with my neighbour
paper jam in the printer is studied and unjammed
The sun shone and the wind became just a breeze.
“Spring is magic ~ sweet to the senses & easy to celebrate.”
~ Susan Branch, Vineyard Seasons: More from the Heart of the Home
Glistening ice on
curbs and sidewalks
crumbling snow against
curbs…..and sidewalks
run off crossing corners
drains hidden beneath ice pack
sun warm and bright ~
relief on a spring day.
“Spring is far more than just a changing
of seasons; it’s a rebirth of the spirit”
~ Toni Sorenson, author
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
This a tough one
this winter of ice and snow
and rain and ice and snow
temperatures dip and dive
to really, really cold and
climb slowly to just cold.
I have no complaints though
because I know
it is only temporary.
As temporary as clouds scudding across the sky;
as the grass grows and then fades away til next spring;
as the wind that is blustery and bossy one day
and next is a mere pussy cat purring
through the hair on my head.
So this tough one of winter will pass,
the excitement of spring and summer
spread dandelion umbrellas and the fluff of poplars,
while we say that
the rain in spring time is too much or not enough;
the sun in summer is too hot or too bright.
the leaves in autumn are falling too soon
So, I say, weather is just a tough one ~ but then so am I.
“At the end of the day, we can endure much more that we think we can.”
~ Frida Kahlo, artist
Easing towards any season has an odd mix of excitement and disbelief, especially spring and summer.
‘Spring is coming and
it will never get here.
It will be winter forever.
We’ll all freeze solid’
Spring and summer greet chirping birds back from the south, or wherever birds go for the winter. And then there’s warmth; green trees and flowers ~ visible burgeoning life!
It’s ok for spring to blend into summer,
but when nights get colder and most flowers have
become one with the grass,
except the audacious sunflowers,
spicy chrysanthemums and ferocious tiger lilies.
Autumn is a beautiful month. Trees become
bouquets of colour, preparing for the next
cycle of falling leaves. Of course, the
unmentionable is the season of ice and snow.
But it too will have it’s own dangerous
beauty of glitter, frost and ice.
“Things have their time, even eminence bows to timeliness.”
~ Balthasar Gracian, The Art of Worldly Wisdom
In spring, give me a church
made entirely of tender green leaves and blossoms
of pink and white;
grey-white blankets of
cloud let the land drink deep
while winds threaten to strip the trees of their beauty
geese raucously announce their homecoming,
settling on lakes and rivers to grow their flocks.
Yet it is a gentle, growing season ~ I stay outside
on my veranda to watch and listen
as spring wakens us all.
“Is the spring coming?” He said. “What is it like?”
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Give me a church made entirely of ….. from the poem Sea Church by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
*Author’s note: and after winter comes spring…….
