Waiting For Spring

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.

True Colours

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.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day
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.

Someone Cried Today….

A Caterpillar, a Cocoon, a Butterfly. We are always surprised by what we find inside.

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.

Smoke Gets in Your Eye

Just a little bonfire

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.

Puzzle Pieces…..

‘Spring Sunrise at Summit Park’ artist: Mike Lathrop

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.

Canadian Artist: Mike Lathrop

This Old Dresser

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.

If a Tree Falls

A tree fell in my forest
If a Tree Falls.  by Bruce Cockburn, 1988

Rain forest
Mist and mystery
Teeming green
Green brain facing lobotomy
Climate control centre for the world
Ancient cord of coexistence
Hacked by parasitic greedhead scam
From Costa Rica to mangy B.C. hills
Cortege rhythm of falling
timber

What kind of currency grows in these new desserts
These brand new flood plains?

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear?

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear forest falling?

Anybody hear the forest falling

Cut and move on
Cut and move on
Take out trees
Take out wildlife at a rate of species every single day
Take out people who've lived with this for 100,000 years
Inject a billion burgers worth of beef
Grain eaters methane dispensers

Through thinning o-zone
Waves fall on wrinkled earth
Gravity, light, ancient reface of stars
Speak of a drowning
But this, this is something other
Busy monster eats dark holes in the spirit world
Where wild things have to go
To disappear
Forever

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear

Anybody hear the forest falling

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear

If a tree falls in the forest,does anybody hear

Anybody hear the forest falling

If a tree falls in the forest

If a tree falls in the forest

If a tree falls in the forest.

My husband and my son, sharing some quality father/son time in beautiful British Columbia, will be attending a Bruce Cockburn concert tonight.

And a tree fell in my forest…..

My sunlight forest
I love my forest 
I love my trees
I love their buds
I love their leaves.