("at the home of Hildegard") Welcome, and come on in! I'm just blowing a little dust off the daily grind, ruminating in prose, poetry, and pictures – be surprised along with me! Relax with a coffee or tea, and share your thoughts too.
It’s already 149 years since Confederation, when the British colonies of Upper and Lower Canada, Nova Scotia, and New Brunswick negotiated to form the Dominion of Canada. That fledgling nation of four provinces (Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Quebec, and Ontario) formed the core for our modern country. The rest, as they say, is history– literally. Continue reading →
It’s Canada Day, and our nation is celebrating its 148th “birthday”! Time for a picnic with thousands of festivity attendees in the park! Later on, our national anthem will resound proudly from all those voices before the impatiently awaited fireworks display begins. Children will happily stay up far too late, and everyone will chant “oooh” and “aaah” at every boom and burst of colour in the sky.
We don’t often sing or hear the second verse of our national anthem (English text by Robert Stanley Weir) but for me, today, the beginning lines are special: Continue reading →
A beautiful day in May! We’re at our local airport, and Werner is doing the walkabout check of his airplane for another flight to Tillsonburg. (See previous post, Que Sera). Meanwhile, I’m soaking up some spring warmth on the grass alongside the hangar, where bits of sunshine are caught among the grass blades, and darker green shadows slither in between as wispy clouds slide past.
The airplane lifts off, and the verdant meadow beyond the runway sinks below us. Thousands of drops of sunlight are spattered, dandelion-yellow, across the lush green grass.
My mind starts humming along with the motor. How would you accurately describe the colour of dandelions to someone who might never have seen one before?Continue reading →
Saturday Night, March 28 in southern Ontario: the day’s sunny high temperature of -3C was plunging back down to a nightly low of -10C (again/still…)
As I was waltzing dizzily across the dance floor in my hubby’s arms, new lyrics to the familiar Doris Day ditty started spinning in my mind:
When it was cold at minus 10, I asked the forecaster, “What will it be? Will it stay winter? Will there be spring?” Here’s what (s)he said to me: Que sera, sera! Whatever will be, will be! The weather’s not ours to see. – Que sera, sera.”
Well, March went out bleating like a lamb after all, and April 1st brought Continue reading →