Monday, 29 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  (you can find her in my sidebar)  Monday needed something.   There are not too many of us at present writing poetry on Monday so please...feel free to join in.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts and feelings.   It's free, it's fun....what could go wrong?  Right?

Here we go for this Monday.......

 Candle In The Window

Candle in the window
shines tonight
in the darkness
of this sad night.
It makes no sound,
sheds such faint light.
But look – next door
another spark
glowing feebly
                                                               in the dark.
And there,
and yet
spreading hope.
Do you see, my brother?
Slowly through the city spread
tiny candles their light to shed.
All throughout the countryside
past mountains, plains and rivers wild,
candles standing side by side
and people
standing shoulder to shoulder
to lift this fear
like a boulder
lays upon us
Light your candle,
shine it bright,
raise it high,
hold it tight.
Never forget…..

WE are the light.

Saturday, 27 May 2017


The first day in a while that we've had no rain and decent temperatures.  Some weeding got done, lots more to do, some grass seed put down, next will be fertiliser....but I see the dark clouds are starting to move in.  I guess that's it for a few days as we head into rain again.
Does anyone know anything about holly bushes.  It would appear that one of them has sent up a sucker.  We'll leave it be until we're sure of what it is but it looks to me like it may be a new holly plant starting up.  That would be a good thing.
This is our holly in the snow.   This spring the 'mister' has put up a tremendous show of bloom and the 'ladies' have flowered in abundance and are already 'setting berry'. I cut armloads at Christmas and give them to our neighbours.   Winter is the best time to prune them.
The last bit of hedge has been taken out.  We are now hedge free.  Thank goodness.  What a job it has been to keep hedges trimmed and tidy all these years.
That's our day.....the solar lights are coming on now and the sky is getting black.  Goodnight all.

Friday, 26 May 2017

What Would You Rather Be Doing?

I like my house to be clean but I hate housework.  I like my clothes neatly pressed but I don't like to iron.  I enjoy a good meal but dislike cooking (also  not good at it).  I appreciate a well landscaped yard but am no gardener.  I'm also not rich so I can't afford to have the work done for me.  Thus, I spend a good percentage of every day involved in activities I dislike.  What DO I like?  I like to write, read, to knit, to think, to watch the wildlife in the backyard, to play with my grandies and to do just nothing at all (I'm best at that).  How much of your day do you spend doing things you dislike?  What would you rather be doing?  What are you doing right now and what should you be doing?  I'm about you?

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to help blow the cobwebs out of your writing mind.  Use the words in whatever way works for you.  Some of us use the actual words in our pieces while others are just inspired by them.  Why not join in?  This week the words are found on Elephant Childs blog.  You can find her in my sidebar.

This weeks words are:
abacus, bookshelf, cursory, delicate, eclipse and finery
gigantic, healthy, innocuous, jaundiced, kitchen, linger.

Here we go:

“Will you kindly replace that diet book in the bookshelf and stop using that abacus in your mind to count every calorie I put in my mouth.”
Karen cast a jaundiced eye on the gigantic burger in front of her sister.  Jen Lee took a healthy bite out of it and stifled the urge to giggle at the horrified expression on her sisters face.  Swallowing the huge mouthful she said, “Now you know why I linger in the kitchen making friends with the cooks and servers.”
Karen shook her head.  She shot a cursory glance her sisters way. “You used to be so delicate.  Now if you stood in front of a Sumo wrestler he would experience a total eclipse.”
“Here comes Mamma.  Be on your best behaviour for a change will you?’ Karen hissed.
Karen and Jens mother paused dramatically at their table.  “Feeding your face again?  Well, I’ll have you know you have destroyed your chance to marry young John Kim.  His family has withdrawn their offer of marriage.  His mother made some innocuous statement about his not sharing your current interests but we all know it is because you have become so fat.  But…good news…..he IS interested in marrying YOU Karen!”
Jen hid a huge smile behind an even huger spoonful of ice cream.  This was working out just the way she planned it.  Soon she would be on her way to New York City, Masters Degree under her arm and independence in her future. Along the way, once John Kim was safely married, she would lose the weight.  Karen was welcome to marry stodgy old John. 

Karen made no attempt to hide her smile.  She’d met young John Kim.  He was attractive, rich and ambitious.  Just the kind of husband she wanted.  She foresaw designer finery and fabulous jewellery, world travel and celebrity friends in HER future.  Both sisters would have what they wanted.

"What Larks"

It was 'neighbourhood exchange' weekend over the long holiday weekend.  An opportunity to put out to the curb things you no longer want or need (along with a 'free' sign of course) and an opportunity for your fellow citizens to cruise the city looking for treasure in your trash.  
We had a few things to put out.  Nothing too exciting.  A few old resin lawn chairs that had seen better days but were still sturdy, a matching table, a set of Mopar glasses, cushions for the chairs, kids toys and a magnifying lamp were the stars of the collection which should give you an idea of how humble our offerings were.  
Everything went out by 5pm Friday night with the plan to throw out whatever was left over on Saturday night.  Around 8pm a van/suv type vehicle pulled up out front.  A young man (college age I would think) bounced out and came galloping up the driveway waving his hands over his head at us as we sat watching from the living room window.  The door bell rang and I answered.  Could we have the chairs he wanted to know...were they really to be taken.  I assured him he could have the chairs and anything else he wanted.  He galloped madly back down the drive still waving his arms over his head.  Three more enthusiastic young me exited the car.  We watched as they bounced around our trash heap like excited bunnies in a carrot patch, laughing and exchanging high fives with each other.  The trash pile went steadily down.  One last look and one last wave at us and they bounced back into their vehicle and took off.     "What Larks, Pip"  "What Larks"

Monday, 22 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border. (you can find her in my sidebar)   Why not join in...write, read, critique, share your ideas and opinions.   Always room for one more.  It's free, it's fun....what could be better?

Here we go:

No Fool's Gold

The dandelion is a pest,
putting gardeners to the test.
All summer long there is no rest,
as we strive to evict our uninvited guest.
Yet, there is one who thinks it’s best
when grandchildren, at her behest,
bring handfuls of the cheerful gold
and in her hands lay them to rest.
Then Midas, with all his gold,
a sultan with his jewels old,
are not so rich as she.

See...what did I tell you?  Fun!  It doesn't even have to rhyme or keep rhythm  .... just express yourself.

Thursday, 18 May 2017

A Long Weekend Ahead

We hare having some decent weather here in Southwestern Ontario Canada.  It's about bloody time.  Because it is lovely and I wish to spend as much time as possible outside in it even if I do sneeze myself right off my feet....because it is a long weekend coming up....because the kidlets will be coming and I have preparations to make....I will be AWOL once again until Monday and Poetry Monday.  Have a fantabulous long weekend if you celebrate such in your area of the world...enjoy the weather if you are having good weather.....relax......have fun.

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get us all creating.  This week the words can be found at Elephants Child (you can find her in my sidebar) and are as follows:
Agile, blast, cacophony, desire, eager, flirt
Ground, hidden, injury, jealous, kindness and lament

Here goes:

A cacophony of cheering and shouting rose from the crowd as, with a blast of the whistle and an agile swing up the steps, the engineer took his place at the controls, eager to flirt with the brute strength of the giant engine and with a desire to keep on schedule regardless of obstacles in his path.
The engine, a coal car and water tank, five passenger cars, a diner and a caboose made up the length of the behemoth standing, poised for action at the station.  Not a soul in the watching crowd but felt a twinge of jealousy of those fortunates already seated in the luxurious cars.

Miles down the track, a fox, injured and gone to ground lay hidden in the gorse by the tracks.  As the train rounded the first curve it stepped haltingly onto the tracks and turned terrified eyes toward the giant metal beast bearing down on it.   The engineer slammed on his brakes.  The cars jackknifed and swerved off the tracks.   There were no survivors that day.  In the jumble of steaming metal and broken bodies there was no mercy, no kindness.  In years to come the event would be recalled in song, The Lament Of Old 59.  No one remembered the fox.

Why not join in and have some fun.  Use the words any way you like or just use them for inspiration.  It's fun, it's free.....what could go wrong?

Monday, 15 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  (you can find her in my sidebar).  There are no rules to Poetry Monday except for posting your work on Monday (what else?).  Why not join in?  Your poem can be in any form and does not have to rhyme...just be an expression of your thoughts.  Simple right?  Write, read, critique, share your thoughts.  It's fun, it's free....what could go wrong?

the words drip
like rain on ice
the calcified surface
of the brain
taking root
in shallow soil
sending up new shoots
and falling
until the pen
clenched in stiffening fingers
can’t keep up
to the flow
backside glued to chair
I am reborn
by the power
of words
the demanding
power of words

Sunday, 14 May 2017


The weather outside is not frightful, in fact, it's quite delightful...but...for a few weeks in spring I am wretched as I deal with running, itchy, burning eyes, an itchy palate, a dripping nose, plugged sinuses and sneeze attacks.  It's only for two or three weeks...I am grateful it's not for the whole summer.  As soon as the tree pollen dies down I'll be just fine.  In the mean time, I'll get the ducts cleaned, get a new allergy filter installed in the furnace and keep the windows closed.  Aerius anyone?  Aaaachoooooo

Friday, 12 May 2017


That's me...AWOL for the weekend.  No, nothing fun...just a massive clean up and chuckin' out day or two or three.
Before I toddle off....A Happy Mothers Day to all who mother, regardless of gender.  I'll be back for Poetry Monday.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a series of writing prompts that appear like magic on (you guessed it) Wednesday.  This week the words are provided by Elephants Child. (you can find her in my sidebar)  Why not join in.  Use the words any way you's fun, it's free, what can go wrong, right?
If you do participate let us know in comments so we can drop in and read.
this weeks words are:  apple, balcony, catastrophe, deep, evil    and/or   fly, ghastly, heart, illuminate, jest.

Here we go:

A ghastly sin,
whispered the fly.
Don’t listen to the evil one.
Search deep, your heart.
Let the Light illuminate each and every part.
It was no jest,
that deep decree,
there WILL be a catastrophe.
Deb jolted awake with a start on her balcony.  “Well,” she murmured, “that was one warning that didn’t take.”  Without a second thought  she

swatted the fly buzzing over the bowl of apples on the table and selected a nice big red one for herself.

The Reason Our Weather Stinks

I would not be in the least surprised if we never get to sit on it this summer.  That's just our kind of luck.

The rabbit was totally unimpressed.

The little table we will use for a coffee table (assuming we ever get to use it) is one of a set my Dad made for us years ago.  The match to it remains in the basement.  One corner of it chewed off by, of all things, our cat.

Monday, 8 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Many thanks to Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border for bringing us Poetry Monday.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Join in with us.  Write, read, critique or offer your thoughts.  If you decide to write do let us know where your entry is so we can all enjoy your work.  There are no rules..just fun.
Here goes:
Setting The Stage

There is  a hush now.
The frantic pace of the day subsides.
The dying, slanted rays of evening
lead to dappled greys
and shadows blue
under the spreading trees.
Day flowers close
their tired eyes.
Night blooms lend their perfume
to the setting,
while, from the marshy fields
the orchestra of the night
tunes up.
Each deep bass note
 a cry for love.
The pale moon rides the clouds
watching as a shooting star
sheds its final brilliance
across the sky.
The vault of heaven
is sprinkled liberally with fiery diamonds.
A lone hunter asks the eternal question,
Who could close the curtains
against such romance?

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Winters Death Cry

has withdrawn
her frozen grip.
The cold, white hand
of death
has released the land. 
Though she try
to regain her grasp
Lady Winter must bow
to the sun
and lay her down to rest
in the cold, deep caverns
of her discontent.

The sun has won indeed and parts of Ontario are fighting floods resulting from melted snow and (what is it now?) four days of continuous rain.  It's my fault.  I ordered some new patio furniture and jinxed us all.  Sorry folks.

Friday, 5 May 2017

Is It Just Me?

The other day I watched as a mother and three children strolled down the sidewalk, coming home either from school or day care or both.  One child was in a wagon the mother pulled, the other two ran loose.  At the foot of my neighbours lawn they stopped.  The two children on foot proceeded to gather handfuls of grape hyacinth from my neighbours yard and present them to their mother who stood looking on with a beaming smile as her children vandalised someone else's property.
This bothers me.
Is it just me or are parents not teaching their children respect for other people's property these days?
Am I over reacting to the situation?
Does it matter?
Do today's young adults have such a sense of entitlement  they feel everything should be theirs and it's all right to take what they want?
What's next?  If they want your car or your house will they just help themselves to that as well? it just me?
If I had pulled a stunt like that when I was a youngster my arse end would have been burning for a week.

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Just For The Procrastinating Donkey

These are photos of the John McCrae house in Guelph Ontario.....Colonel John McCrae wrote the poem In Flanders Fields that is recognised around the world.  He died of a combination of pneumonia and meningitis contracted through his work in the hospitals with the wounded and dying in 1918.

In the summer they hold 'teas' in the garden and regularly shepherd school children through the house showing them medals and other military objects related to the first world war.

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Wednesdays Words is a weekly writing prompt designed to jump start your creative juices.  This week the words are provided by Elephants Child (you can find her in my side bar).  Why not join in with us....create something or read some of the entries.  It's free it's fun..really...what could go wrong?
This weeks words are:
watch, limit, rush, luminous, dashing, quack
print, cactus, creep, shake, haircut, shadow

Here we go:

"Can you print me twelve copies of this photo John?  The composition of the luminous moon rising over the cactus in the desert is just enchanting.  I'm in a big rush for them.  Phil has been dashing around like a 'chicken with it's head cut off' the little creep.  I'd like to give him a good shake.  He keeps looking at his watch and giving me the hairy eyeball.  He's working me to a shadow.  Say, is there a limit on how many times a week we can have a rush order?"
"Margaret, if you don't sit still this haircut is going to be perfectly awful..all lopsided like a duck with a short leg.  I can't run the copier and give you a new 'do' if you don't stop squirming.  OMG, I've just poured Sexy Kitten Red hair dye into the toner cylinder.  I wonder what that's going to do to your photos?"

For the life of me I couldn' work 'quack' into the narrative.  I had to make do with a lopsided duck instead.

Monday, 1 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  WE are a small group so to have you join us.  Write some poetry or read some...critique or share your's free, it's can't go wrong...right????

Heart Beat

From the first heart beat
you were mine
for all time.
And when your tiny fingers
curled around mine,
when your downy head
rested against my breast,
my heart became yours.
You grew
and learned,
I aged
and realised how little I knew.
You flew the nest
and we both discovered
how to live without each other
in our daily lives.
But still,
when you hurt, I hurt;
when you cry, I shed a tear.
my stories are your stories now
and, when you feel
that first gentle heart beat
the circle will be complete.
You will lose your heart
and gain the world.

Sunday, 30 April 2017

Beautiful Flowers

We passed through the grocery store and passed the cooler with all kinds of beautiful flowers nicely arranged with the intent to bring joy to the recipient.  It brought to mind the bouquets of flowers I used to take to my Mom and Grandma (she of the allergies) when I was 'knee high to a grasshopper' as the saying goes.  Beautiful bouquets of daisies and buttercups, chicory, wild phlox and long grasses all tied up with a string of bindweed which, to my young eyes, was beautiful  They would accept them with grace and display them with pride on the dining room table.  (Mom used to take hers outside first and spray them)  A fresh bouquet for each of them every week all the long lovely summer.  Looking back I think of how kind they were to always accept those handfuls of weeds with sincere thank you's.  Man, I'll bet they were glad to see fall arrive (although there were some 'lovely' wild asters come fall).

Saturday, 29 April 2017

Birthday Dinner

It`s a little overcast this morning and a little on the cool side but I have all the windows open anyway.  The bunnies are romping around the back yard and taking care of the weed population for us and the birds seem to be `calling`for rain.
The mamma and the littles will be arriving soon for her birthday luncheon.  I`ve got bbq chicken and ribs, baked potatoes, pork and beans, cabbage salad and rolls and a birthday cake of course.  Those are some of the `mammas`favourites.
When the littles arrive I will have to squirrel them away in the office so they can sign their birthday card and wrap their gifts.  Nothing spectacular you understand as the `littlels`don`t have a big budget (and frankly, neither do I).   Doesn`t matter, the `mamma`will love it all.
Have yourselves a wonderful Saturday and I`ll be back again for Poetry Monday.

Friday, 28 April 2017

A Nice Surprise

We just got a call from the bank that we won a gift basket.  I had put our name in the ballot box just before Easter and then forgot all about it.  A lovely little basket filled with wine, beer, chocolate and nuts.    I shall share it with our daughter and our neighbours.

Thursday, 27 April 2017

It's a glorious day.  The windows are open, the house is full of bird song, the sun is shining.  Doesn't get any better than that.  I'll be outside most of the day.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks prompt was provided by Lee of Kitchen Connections (you can find her in my sidebar).  She has finished off her month with a very interesting selection:
Audition, fantasy, misfortune, commitment, definitive, daunting
Mysterious, defy, masterful, discourage, virulent and neurotic.
Next month the words will be provided by Elephants Child (you can find her in my sidebar as well….all the best people are there).
Why not join in with us.  Use the prompts to stir your imagination.  Write prose, poetry, fact or fiction or just read what others have written and offer your comments.  It’s free and it’s fun…what could go wrong?

Here we go…..

Aimee peered out into the school auditorium from the stage.  So many people were waiting to audition for a part in their fantasy production of Hansel and Gretel.  It was just her misfortune to have volunteered for backstage work.  Aimee sighed.  If it wasn’t for this commitment she could have gone to Rykers Park with Margot, Theresa and those three cute college boys they had met at the mall last weekend.
With the daunting task ahead of listening to all the hopeful applicants floundering through their lines she knew she would never get out of the school in time to join her friends.  Aimee squared her shoulders and put the whole glorious evening ahead for Margot and Theresa out of her mind.  She had made a promise and she would keep it.
Around the same time, Margot and Theresa were questioning their choices, being subjected to a virulent verbal and physical attack by those three young college men.  They took turns assaulting the two girls in the back of their van.  All the adventure and shine had gone off the evening.  The mysterious box in the back of the van had turned out to be a makeshift coffin that held various instruments of torture which were now in play. 
“Why did I defy my parents when they tried to discourage me from going out this evening?  I even accused my mother of being neurotic.”  Theresa moaned.  Her hands and feet had been bound so tightly she had lost feeling in them.  The knots had been tied so masterfully it would require a knife to release the ropes.  She sobbed uncontrollably as she watched Margot's dismembered body being stuffed into the makeshift coffin.  Her last thought was of her best friend Aimee safely at school where she wished with all her heart she had stayed herself.

The auditions finally over, Aimee was delighted to see the old brown van in the parking lot.  “They came back for me.” she exulted.  She would be with her friends after all.

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

April Showers

It's been April showering with a vengeance here this month and May flowers have already started to bloom.

The bunnies are busy doing what bunnies do.  At one point yesterday we had four of them in our back yard.

Life is returning.

Let me's still too cold out here.

Happy Spring.

Monday, 24 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.   You can find her in my sidebar.  Feel free to join in.  Write some poetry (it doesn't have to rhyme), read, critique, share your thoughts and feelings.   It's fun, It's free, What could be better?
I'd like to take a minute to thank Diane once more for starting this special day.  Since I have been participating the words have been coming more frequently and I have been enjoying it so very much.

An Ordinary Day

Start the day off
with  a yawn,
listen to bird song
with the dawn,
someone says
“kettle’s on”
and so the day begins.
 A little this,
a little that,
stop to give the cat a pat,
cut some flowers
for the vase,
take a break,
and in the pause,
give thanks.
There is nothing quite so lovely
as an ordinary day.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Quiet Reflection

It's Sunday, a time for quiet reflection.
So far I've ruminated on and come to decisions on the following:
1.  I like Williams quesadilla.
2.  I don't know how long you can safely store eggs in the fridge (hen eggs that is) but I'm pretty sure mine have exceeded their 'best before' date.
3.  The grass needs cutting.
4.  I need to dust.
5. The laundry is getting away from me.
6.  I enjoyed my visit with the birds at the pet store but I wouldn't want to clean up after one.
7.  It's time to open the doors and windows and 'blow the stink out' as my Mom used to say.
Not bad, considering it's just barely noon.  A whole half a day yet to ponder, quietly.  Come to any useful conclusions yourself today?

Friday, 21 April 2017


Albert Einstein said, "The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."  It must be a pretty effective illusion to have all of us buy into it simultaneously.
Dr. Bradford Skow says, "Past present and future all exist together."  He says, "The present is not in a 'spotlight of time' but rather that we are in a 'temporally scattered condition'".
I feel scattered.
Perhaps it is a good thing that we have all bought into our present view of reality.  Perhaps our human brains are not capable of absorbing what reality really is.  Perhaps the problems and issues of this reality have been concocted for us to take our minds away from the true problems and issues of the true reality.  If so, we could certainly do with a few less of these fictitious problems and worries.
As to the past, present and future all existing together, I find it comforting in a way that everything and everyone I have known and loved are all still here, still functioning on another plane of existence temporarily invisible to me.
If time is an illusion, is life an illusion?  Are we all the product of some mad scientists imagination?  When he gets tired of us will he flush us?  Or are we just a dream and we will evaporate when the dreamer awakes?
I like to think of us all as time travellers from nowhere headed somewhere.  Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just hold hands and experience the journey in peace?

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words For Wednesday is  a weekly writing prompt which can be composed of words, music, pictures...anything that may bring inspiration.  This weeks prompt is supplied by Lee of Kitchen Connection (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in?  Use the prompts any way you like to fire your imagination to write poetry, prose, fiction, non fiction...the sky's the limit.

This weeks words are:
ludicrous, activity, rebellious, sceptical, acknowledge, begrudge
philosophy, foolhardy, advantage, flawless, discovery, canopy

Here goes:

The four little faeries living under the canopy of the ancient oak (Moonlight, Sunbeam, Starbright and DayDream by name) could not agree.
“Simply ludicrous,” chirped Sunbeam, “a civilization of giants living beyond the great Oak.”  Moonlight and Starbright were sceptical as well.  “And,” sighed Starbright, “your foolhardy notion of venturing into uncharted territory beyond Mother Oak can only lead to disaster.”  Starbright could always see the potential for disaster.
DayDream struck a rebellious pose (not easy for someone only two inches tall).  “I acknowledge it has an element of danger but surely you don’t begrudge me a little adventure.”
Sunbeam smoothed her flawless golden hair.  “There will be no advantage to this activity DayDream.  Even if you make the discovery of a race of giants who is to say they will be friendly.  It may be their philosophy to crush all small, flying creatures.  You know we aren’t much bigger than a dragonfly.”
“Daddy, Daddy,” whispered Amelia, “I just saw a faerie.”

John smiled.  His daughter had some fanciful notions at times …but… a faerie.  Now that was simply ludicrous.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join in with us.  Write a poem, read some poems, critique, share your ideas.  It's fun, it's free....why not?

The Song of the Old-Timers

Ashes to ashes
dust to dust,
my body’s slowly
turning to rust.
There’s more behind
than lies ahead.
My favourite place
is in my bed.
Teeth I keep
in a jar,
glasses never
very far,
can’t hear things
when they are said,
all my troubles
are in my head.
My memory
is growing dim
but I can still
remember him;
he can still
remember me,
we’ll carry on
and let it be.
Life’s for the living
so it’s said
and us old folks,
we’re not yet dead.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Pure Joy

I took them on an Easter hunt
and it was plain to see
the bunny'd been quite busy
hiding eggs for kids for free.
They picked up pink and yellow too
and purple ones, and eggs of blue.
Each plastic egg there hid a treat
and every one was something sweet.
"I like candy.." crowed the boy
"especially chocolate gives me joy."
The little girl, she could not speak.
Her mouth so full, she could only squeak
but you could see her eyes a'twinkle.
"Look grandma, a chocolate sprinkle"

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Stand Off

As I ate my breakfast this morning, gazing out the kitchen window at the newly solidified morning light, I watched a black squirrel drop from the wires into the neighbours maple tree.  As it made it's way down the trunk something caused it to stop, creep around to the other side and peek around, then back up the trunk to the lower branches.  Its tail was swirling and twitching and I could hear his plaintive cries through the closed windows.  What on earth was out there to upset it?  Rising from my chair I saw a rabbit on the lawn below the tree.  A rabbit?  The squirrel was afraid of a rabbit?   Bunny had to be aware of the squirrel with all that racket going on but it sat there lost in contemplation of something and totally ignoring the little scamp.  The complaining and travelling up and down the trunk carried on throughout my oatmeal.  Squirrels are not smart.  It could have gone back up the tree, regained the wire and continued on its way but all it knew was that it wanted to go down the tree and it couldn't.  Finally, taking pity on the squirrel I opened the front door and slammed it shut.  The rabbit moved a couple of feet and resumed meditation.  The stand off continues.

Friday, 14 April 2017

Sugar Rush

The grandies will be going on an Easter Egg hunt tomorrow at a local school.  Grandma and Grandpa will take them.  Lots and lots of candy.  YAY
On Monday the grandies will be coming here with their Momma  and there will be (can you guess) lots and lots of candy.  Candy in their Easter gift boxes, candy sitting out in dishes (which will go home with them).  There will be ice cream and cake.  There will be two hyper kids going home with their parents.  Grandma and Grandpa will take a nice nap after they leave.  The Momma will not be so lucky.  Hey...every once in a while it's nice to get even with your kids.

Thursday, 13 April 2017


Windows won’t open,
no, windows won’t start.
Computer, I tell you,
you’re breaking my heart.
No colour to be seen.
Please wait, says the screen.
I’ll hold my breath,
and try not to scream.
I’ve work to be done,
but the circle keeps spinning.
Miserable machine,
for me there’s no winning.
Oh look, three million updates
are waiting to load.
Maybe I could just
throw it out on the road.
Lots of traffic today,
it might get run over.
With any luck
by a big bulldozer.
Oh, wait,
there’s a pause
and my icons are back
but with only white squares,
of colour there’s a lack.
Will it come back?
I’ll go get a snack
and maybe when I come back…..
well shoot….the whole thing just went down.
No, wait,
it’s back
and it’s all on track.
I love my computer.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks prompt can be found on Kitchen Connection and was provided by Lee.  You can find her in my side bar.  Wander over and read her take on the words.  Join in with us.  Write prose or poetry using some or all of the words or, just use the words to inspire an idea of your own and run with it.  There are no rules…just fun.

This weeks words are:  gaunt, lone, timorous, challenge, obsolete, common, blatant, scenic, retreat, caress, compromise and embarrassing.

Here we go:

Kaleana gave her children one last caress before she left them in the rocky den they called home.  It was a ‘compromise’ situation.  They were, to her mind, weak and defenceless creatures but they had to eat and she had to search for food.
Perched on a boulder overlooking the scenic valley below Kaleana searched   the terrain for a potential target.  It was embarrassing, she thought, how gaunt she had become and how timorous she felt about leaving her children alone even for a short time.  It was a challenge to focus on the hunt.
Common sense dictated she search for easy prey, something fast and simple she decided.  A lone wolf, she had only her own resources to bag her dinner.

She tossed her head back giving her an appearance of blatant superiority and, eschewing the practically obsolete shopping carts at the entrance to the mini mart, grabbed one of the new eco- friendly hand baskets.  She would shop and then go home to her den where three surly teenagers awaited her.  Once they had been fed she could safely retreat to her rock garden and, hopefully, her sanity.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

At Last

Today it is raining BUT....yesterday the temps reached 20 degrees C.   We put our comfy chairs on the porch, filled our coffee cups and....yes......had coffee on the porch.  We know it's early and won't be a regular thing just yet but oh the joy.  Coffee on the porch weather....what could be better?

Monday, 10 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my side bar.   Join in with, write, critique, share your thoughts and ideas.   We want to hear from you.

Dark Night, Diamond Delight

Bare, gnarled trees,
their groping, scratching fingers
gathering diamonds
to their branches,
are cast about with gossamer draperies
                     of mist and starlight.
 They tremble in the darkness
that is never truly dark,
 watching the galaxy
as it  races past
on its nightly voyage,
a lullaby to the trees.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Lest We Forget

This morning I, like a good many Canadians, was glued to the CBC watching the memorial service from Vimy.   It brought a lump to the throat and a tear to the eye to see the several thousand empty boots placed around the site representing the Canadian lives lost during the taking of the ridge from the Germans.  It was a very graphic reminder of the cost and consequence of war.  Please God, never again.

Saturday, 8 April 2017



The black one
is sleeping
stretched over three couch cushions,
tummy to the sun, 
oblivious to the world.
watch him closely,
his eyes glued shut,
limbs relaxed,
his ears turn
from side to side
like a periscope.
Unpleasant noises
like the slap of the screen door
cause the tip of his tail
to twitch,
his left front paw
to curl
but the eyes
remain closed.
The ears turn
at the sound of the can opener
he is beside me
fused to my ankles
uttering his one syllable demand
The master has spoken.

I was thinking about my dear old Nick and how he would curl around my ankles growling Now Now when there was something good in the kitchen.

Thursday, 6 April 2017

The Universe Has Spoken

Twice I typed out a nice (or so I thought) post and twice the universe deleted it right in front of my eyes.  One minute it was there and the next it was gone.   Message received.
...and oh's snowing


I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning having my breakfast and watching the birds go about their business.  They were just humble birds; robins, starlings and sparrows all trying to find their own breakfast.  Suddenly there was a grand flurry of wings as they took to the sky separately and severally to seek trees and bushes.  That could only mean one thing....a hunter in the sky.  There it was, flying low under rain laden clouds, sweeping, circling, a black shape with a tremendous wing span spelling death to small creatures on the ground.  In seconds there was not a bird in sight.  The sky was empty of all but the hunter.  Well, we all want our breakfast.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This week the words were provided by Lee of Kitchen Connections.  You can find her in my side bar.  She's provided us with quite the selection.
announcement, strategy, minority, dictate, fluid, enigmatic
recognition, playful, divisive, evening, picturesque and antique.
Just a word to Lee here to thank her for the extra large and bolded print.  My aged eyes appreciate it.
Join in with us...use the words to write a story or poem or just use the words to inspire a train of thought and then run with it.  We just want you to write and/or read.  Join in, let us know so we can drop in and read.

Here we go:

"Standing on this antique foot bridge in our picturesque village of Doon this evening, it is so pleasant to see all our townspeople gathered together for a common purpose.  We are here to give recognition to our outgoing mayor Tom Tweedle.  It is true that council experienced a few divisive moments over Toms playful (we hope) proposal to burn down the town hall to collect the insurance money.  I'm pleased to say common sense did dictate the outcome with only a minority voting for the 'slash and burn' strategy.  Other than this one little hiccup, Toms tenure as Mayor passed smoothly and without drama.  It pains me, therefore, to make this announcement.  Our enigmatic ex Mayor and fellow citizen has been incarcerated for attempted insurance fraud.  The court did dictate a seven year sentence but allowed for a possible release date in five years....sooner with good behaviour.  The judge seemed to be fluid with the terms.  I believe he was among the minority on council who voted for Toms plan.  If the media has moved on we will continue with the rest of the nights agenda.  Now, let's all gather together around the bonfire to toast Tom and toss a few gallons of gasoline on the fire.  I think we're close enough to the Town Hall."

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Checking Up On Gary

For those who know and care about our friend Gary of Klahanie (see my side bar)...a little update.  So far he has not been able to get his surgery scheduled.  More of that famous red tape getting in the way.  Please keep him in your thoughts.

Thought For The Day

I wish life was more like knitting.  When you knit, if you make a mistake you can fix it and no one is any the wiser for it.  If you get halfway through a pattern and decide you don't like where it's going all you have to do is rip it out and use the yarn for something else.  Life could take lessons from knitting.

Monday, 3 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by our good friend Diane from On The Alberta/Montana Border.  You can find her in my side bar.   Join in, write a poem, read, critique, share your's fun, it's can't go wrong with that.

 Shades of night
are softly falling,
gently calling
from darkened streets.
The cold wind moaning,
in the new found city gloaming
moves between buildings
now dressed in deepest purple,
starlight glimmer.
As the darkened streets grow dimmer
steeped in midnight blue,
velvet black,
grey mists swirl and sweep
into every tiny crack.
‘Neath the lamp lights golden glow
curtained windows gleam
and grow
the shadows on the snow…
and magical
shadows on the snow,
from palest mauve to deepest ink.
So many shades of night
to know.

Sunday, 2 April 2017

Stupid Brain

My brain is dumb...really, really dumb.... so easily tricked by my eyes.
I've been cutting calories (on a minimal basis) for months now and my stupid brain hasn't caught on yet.
I cut back on my portions (just a little mind you) and spread my food out over a slightly smaller plate.  Brain sees a full plate and is perfectly happy.
I spread the hubs rice cake with Becel and cream cheese.  My rice cake gets no Becel and half the amount of cream cheese spread carefully over every nook and cranny.  Brain sees rice cake and cream cheese and doesn't notice there is no Becel and there is less cream cheese even though it was there whilst I practised my treachery (skulduggery).
When I cut our afternoon snack apple in half I make sure one half is just a tad bigger.  The hubs gets the bigger half (nicely sliced of course) and I get the smaller half cut in a few more slices.  Brain, well, brain sees a whole lot of apple.  Good to go.
Cashews for a snack?  I take half the amount I give the hubs BUT  eat them very slowly.  Hubs finishes his and is eyeballing mine.  Brain says, 'wow, look at all these cashews I still have".
You see what I mean?
Stupid brain.

***Becel is a heart healthy margarine (or so the advertising says)

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Dance On

Take your place
in the circle
little one.
For you my son,
the dance
is just begun.
May you be one
who stands not
by the wall
but takes your place
head high
and standing tall.
You'll weave and dip
as life lands
its many blows
of good and bad.
No one really knows
how long the dance
will last.
I will take
my place
by the door.
For me the dance
is nearly o'er.
Be strong my son.
Dance on.