Visiting the Wildlife Photographer of the Year Exhibit… at the Royal BC Museum.
Lunch Time
Story Quilt
I have begun on the journey of creating a story quilt, capturing moments of time and memories made along the way.
There will be no rhythm or reason to my work. The materials and day will determine the outcome.
I will keep this post updated.
I have no idea when it will be completed.
Keeping my brain and my hands in a creative state of mind.
O Canada
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all of us command.
Car ton bras sait porter l'epèe.
Il sait porter la croix!
Ton histoire est une people,
Des plus brillants exploits.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
The True North strong and free!
Valentine’s Day
Rose petals
and flowers.
Greenery
and lavender hues.
Daisies and lilies
will remind me of you.
Pinks and purples
Peaches and white.
Red roses reaching
Hands
Twisting and turning
Bouquets are forming.
Ribbons are twisting
Paper is crinkling
Water is flowing
Vases are glowing.
And
I love you!
Be a Mustard Seed
Matthew 17:20-21 “For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of mustard seeds, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you. “
Canada produces more than 80% of the world’s mustard seeds and is also the world’s largest exporter of mustard seeds.
Let’s be mustard seeds!
Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee!!!!!!!
Wiarton Willie
Little Wiarton Willie dug his way up and out of his burrow yesterday, only to discover that his shadow was nowhere to be found.
He didn’t quite know what to think as the people kept shouting ‘hooray, hooray, only six weeks til spring.’ Willie scurrying, quickly ran deep into his burrow and fell fast asleep.
So folks, get out your seed catalogs and dust off those trays. If there was ever a good time to grow your own food, I think it’s today.
It’s time to think Canadian and protect what is ours. Check all your labels. Every country is fine except the greedy nation south of us whose goods we’ll decline.
So shop carefully spending the extra time, support your nieghbours and prehaps even pickle.
Cushions of Snow
Cushions of snow
Wherever you go.
Cushions of snow
May you not blooom and grow.
Bloom and grow
For never.
Blossoms of ice
You melt quite nice,
Melt quite nice
Forever....
Hum to the tune of Edelweiss!
Icicles
Ice moves
Ice shifts.
Temperatures rise
Moods lift.
Ice forms
Ice shapes.
Songs song
Music taped.
Ice freezes
Ice makes.
Jack Frost on Windows
Icing on cakes.
Ice shard
Ice guard.
The earth is frozen
The ground is hard.
Ice falls
Ice chips.
Dirt becomes mud
When the ice begins to drip.
Ice melts
Ice drips.
The paper cup
It rips.
Popeye the Sailorman
Popeye the Sailorman,
Who once lived in a garbage can
Is now public domain
So anyone
Can
Since first arriving in 1929
Draw the man.
I have great childhood memories of Popeye the Sailorman!
When we were children, my friend Johnny and I would sit on the floor in our living room, behind the old wood stove, and belt out Popeye the Sailorman ditties.
Our favourite, the one that made us laugh the loudest was…….
Popeye the Sailorman
He lives in the garbage can!
He eats all the worms,
Then he spits out the germs.
He's Popeye the Sailorman!
We had a whole collection of this type of verse that we would very loudly sing. Some we learned from others. The funniest ones we made up ourselves.
Sadly, Johnny passed away many years ago.
I love, upon hearing that Popeye became public domain today, that these happy and fond memories came tumbling back.
I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of ‘can of worms’ will now be opened.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 