On Spring, North of 60 The seeking rays of the sun, golden in the perfect clearness of the returning morning light have found the hippy-heart crystals in my window and are casting rainbows of colour onto my walls and kitchen floor, causing the cat to dance madly from spark to spark of sapphire, emerald, ruby,… Continue reading N is for North: a poem
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Sunday Morning Sunshine
The sun has come out after a showery Sunday morning and I have taken my handwork onto the deck. The air smells of wet wood, soil and lake water. Quiet and still, I hear a gull calling in the distance. The campers in the campground next door have not yet emerged from their tents and… Continue reading Sunday Morning Sunshine
Just Write {5} – Michael’s first bike
You got your first bike when you were four because you had started throwing tantrums and daddy said no way we’re not rewarding bad behaviour but I said he needs his freedom from the daycare kids in the back yard, he is getting older he needs to be allowed to do more, trusted to be… Continue reading Just Write {5} – Michael’s first bike
Some things bear repeating…
I posted this back in March. Seems appropriate to re-post today. Hope it gives you a bit of a laugh… It seems this year I do not know if the snow will ever go. In March April it sits here like a brick (not a brick like “you’re a brick, Dick”), I mean a brick… Continue reading Some things bear repeating…
I remember
…your shout of glee, your sagging training pants and orange striped socks, joyful toddler leaping to daddy’s arms, flying across the open expanse between coffee table and couch without fear, without thought to falling, landing against daddy’s chest to bounce off and do it again and again and again, neither of you tiring until the… Continue reading I remember
Ode to March
It seems this year I do not know if the snow will ever go. In March it sits here like a brick (not a brick like “you’re a brick, Dick”), I mean a brick like bricks and mortar, the kind used in the Latin Quarter. Winter hard and cold and cruel will last until the… Continue reading Ode to March