Three small children
Bring home
Three small pines.
The trees were planted in a line.
Side by side, the children grew.
Side by side, grew the trees.
That first earth day,
It has created a beautiful background.
For so many
a wonderful thing.
Family gatherings,
Children playing,
Music in the yard.
A beautiful couple
saying, 'I do'.
From a seed,
into a sapling.
From a sapling,
into a tree.
From a tree,
into a stump.
From a stump,
into earth.
To provide nourishment,
for the next tiny seed.
We spent a wonderful, mid April day, discovering beautiful Cooper’s Falls.
Taking advantage of an unseasonably warm day. No mosquitoes, and no blackflies.
Ontario, yours to discover!
Two swans dancing.....
In a farmer’s flooded field…..
To The Thawing Wind by Robert Frost
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the browns beneath the whites;
But whatever you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass, and leave the sticks
Like a hermits crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out the door.
White is white
Black is black
Grey is grey
White is not White
It it winter
It is ivory
It is bone
It is bright
Black is not black
It is raven
It is dusk
It is ebony
It is midnight
Grey comes through in many shades
It is blurred
It is clear
It is smudged
It is dear
Grey is like a newspaper
It is black and white
And read all over.
A tulip popped out of the ground.
It made sure no one was around.
It took off its shirt.
Which fell in the dirt.
It turned red without making a sound.
I had a wooden shoe.
It was quite new.
I put it on my feet.
They felt really neat.
How they both fit in, I haven't a clue.
Red is a colour I like.
It is the colour of my new bike.
I rode it to the bar.
Thought it would be safer than driving my car.
Now, onward home, I hike.
There was a hat on my head
Last night, when I went to bed.
My husband laughed.
He thought me daft.
Now, there is a pot on his head.
I made a person cry today.
She was a lady of an age that I once used to be.
Her circumstances, though, just a little bit different.
She was standing on the corner of a street.
The light turned red.
So my car came to a stop.
Her face was really sad.
Her clothes, dirty and worn.
Her expression told me that she was not expecting anything from the gray-haired lady who had pulled up alongside her.
I opened my purse.
I pulled out a bill.
She accepted the money and said,’Thanks, and God Bless.’
I told her to take care of herself, as she began to cry.
The light turned green.
A tear rolled down my face.
And my car rolled away.
Be kind to someone today.
We are all butterflies.
Matthew 7:3, says,
‘Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?’
So I poked around in my right eye, and I found a stick. I pulled at it. It became a branch and then a full-fledged tree.
I thought.
Oh my!
Oh, me?
Then, in my left eye, I noticed a speck. A floater, I thought. If it was any bigger, it may have been a torn retina.
Not good.
But the floater turned out to be a tiny bit of an old stump. An old stump with an odd shaped fungi attached to it.
I gathered all of these pieces of wood and threw them into a rather large pile.
I dropped a match, and beautiful bonfire began to blaze.
Smoke got in my eyes.
And now I can see.
I just finished assembling this beautiful, piece, wooden puzzle.
It only took me six weeks. Approximately 4 weeks longer than completing a regular 1000 piece puzzle.
I love the results. Missing border, and all.
This work, by a Canadian artist was gifted to me this past Christmas by my son. A wonderful young man who loves to challenge his mother.
I’m looking forward to finding that perfect spot on the wall onto which to hang this piece of art.
As all new immigrants that arrive to the beautiful country called Canada do, the Dutch community worked together so that all would succeed and prosper.
The story behind this old dresser is just one of many that demonstrate the strength and power of community.
My father purchased this dresser from a fellow farmer, thereby allowing him to meet his mortgage commitment and grow the family farm.
My parents were able to transport some pieces of furniture with them when they emigrated to Canada. I don’t know if the previous owner brought this dresser with them from Holland or if it was something they acquired after settling here.
This dresser ended up in my childhood bedroom, and then into my present home. It has been in great need of a face lift for some time.
My first thought was to restore it, pulling out the true beauty of the wood. It quickly became clear to me that I did not possess either the required talent or skills necessary to complete such an undertaking.
So, instead, I chose to give it a thorough cleansing.
Washed away, with the dirt and the grim, went the hardships of those early years. Life as a new immigrant back then was just as difficult as the challenges faced by our new immigrants of today.
I watched the buckets of dirty water swirl down the drain. With the dirty water went the tears, the hardships, and the sorrows of these early years.
And as I softly rubbed oils into the newly cleansed surface, into it went all of the great opportunities this country has offered us over the years, as our families grew and prospered.
As I polished the surface, into the dresser went all of the hopes and dreams of the future.
A total restoration of this beautiful work of art belongs to the next generation.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 