I once married a man, whose obsession with cars was equal to worship. I think of our relationship – and all that was missing – when I see vehicles, who clearly take time and attention to keep on the road. That’s not to say I can’t appreciate a finely tuned antique vehicle, nor does it […]
Everyday, in the aftershock of losing a seventeen year marriage, I sought out the river. I would say a prayer, then walk off the grief and strife, until I came to a bench, where I’d sit and contemplate the message of the flowing water. “Finding my inner peace”, is what my son called it. A […]
The distance between one Sunday and the next is always the same, time wise, and yet this week felt so much longer than most. Wednesday brought emotional upheaval, and subsequent exhaustion, and then Friday morning my 91-year-old mother was admitted to hospital, while Ric and I attended a funeral for an extended family member. Life […]
A window seat at the Mill Street Pub in Ottawa allots a new of the river, and the season’s finest. I think I found the place where angels store their wings. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Through glass.)
Rows of pumpkins line the upward climb, and flowery sentinels mark a landing – a well lit doorway adds additional charm a happy home from where I’m standing. Not all places are subject to such tender care – through time and neglect, their beauty offends rickety stones, lead to murky waters, overgrowth of bush and […]
Distance by Archibald Lampman To the distance! Ah, the distance! Blue and broad and dim! Peace is not in burgh or meadow, But beyond the rim. Aye, beyond it, far beyond it; Follow still my soul, Till this earth is lost in heaven, And thou feel’st the whole. How do we measure distance, between hearts […]
Plastic cups are practical for outdoor summer sipping, preferably, of course, with out arachnid dipping. Plastic chairs for lounging are best for surf, sun, and grass except on the hottest of days, they just might burn your a** Plastic skulls lined up along the neighbour’s lawn, cast an eerie light, thrill the trick and treaters, […]
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 […]
Proportioned to income, boys like their toys fast, and expensive; as if life is a competition and play – no longer resembling the antics of childhood – is winner take all. I still lean towards simpler distractions – board games, a skipping rope, a canoe – prefer recreation that releases, doesn’t add more stress; of […]