Photo a Week: Whimsical

Wasn’t quite sure if this crowing rooster was whimsical or forlorn, now that the flowers that had previously blocked it have been cut down. Whimsical is lying in the grass with a pink helmet on trying to roll your tongue: This past weekend we celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving with a family gathering.  A full-length mirror provided […]

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CFFC: Things People Grow

Here in southwest Ontario, we grow corn.  By August we’ve also a grown an appetite for the taste of peaches and cream corn, buttered and salted, right off the cob. My mother comes from farming roots, but these days all she grows is older. We are all farmers, in a sense – planting our seeds, […]

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Photo a Week: Ready…

Set…Go! Ready, set, go: I miss summer already! Thank you to Nancy Merrill for this week’s photo challenge:  Ready, set, action.

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The Questions That Follow Us

“Sometimes I just wish I could roll back the years and start over.” “Hard to imagine it.  Life would have been very different.” Our what if’s are wistful, laced with regrets.  Not that we had any power over what happened – we were only children when decisions that would affect us forever after were made. […]

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A Photo a Week: Delicate

Delicate is the spider’s web, at least to the naked eye – appearances deceive, though, just ask an unfortunate fly. The sighting of a butterfly, splashing colour with flight – opening and closing wings spreading childlike delight. In the midst of swampy mire, this delicate flower dares bloom; a snow white pop of hope to […]

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When We Meet In Heaven, Daughter (A Response)

I’ll be waiting for you in Heaven, daughter, although the roles we played in life have no bearing here – only souls congregating in spiritual reflection. Still the ties that bound us will be vivid, your mind, no doubt reeling in transition, the turmoil of earthly incarnation still buzzing in emotional swirls. I’ve had the […]

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Hidden Messages

“I’m not as smart as you.  I’d probably be okay if I was smarter.” “That’s not true, June.  You are very smart.” “Do you really think so?” My sister and I are doing dishes after supper.  June suffers from paranoid schizophrenia. “You got 96% in your nursing program,” I remind her.  “Intelligence is not your […]

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