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"Happiness always looks small when you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and at once you learn how big and precious it is."
Maxim Gorky

Friday, November 17, 2017

an update...

Limner spoke of not deleting drafts and this was one I was working on for something else when I forgot to delete the draft!
So for you Limner (and anyone else who might have wondered!)

Tugwell Creek Honeyfarm
Sooke, B.C
 (taken on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I was supposed to be taking photos of bees but this lovely gal poked her head out of a little sheep shed)  

Thanks Limner for alerting the press!!

Saturday, October 14, 2017

there is always light somewhere in the world...

Amidst these dark and evil days in the world,
I am recharged by light.
Not in the physical sense of the word so much as the feeling of the word.
There are two definitions of the noun:

  1. 1.the natural agent that stimulates sight and makes things visible.
    "the light of the sun"
    synonyms:illuminationbrightnessluminescenceluminosityshining, gleaming, gleambrilliance,
  2. 2.understanding of a problem or mystery; enlightenment.
    "she saw light dawn on the woman's face"
So in this context, I speak of the second meaning.
You'll get my drift as I go on.
I had an urge to go thrift shopping the other day and it was just one of those lucky days.
  1. The old wood bobbins were a thrill, since I collect them and at $5 a piece, a steal!
  2. Also from the same shop was the little Wade Irish mustard/salt pot. $6.
  3. I just learned that they started producing this pottery in Ireland in 1946.
  4. More serendipity on that later!
  5. On to the next shop!
  6. As I was leaving empty handed, I glanced up on a shelf and the little book
  7. caught my eye...'The Turf-Cutters Donkey Goes Visiting'.
  8. I picked it up for $1.95  before even looking inside, just for the cover.
  9. As I was paying for it I commented on the sweet little cup and saucer that
  10. happened to be at the front (I thought it was someone elses purchase).
  11. The shop keeper said "isn't that the sweetest thing? You can
  12. have it for $1. It has a crack in the saucer".
  13. I of course took it home to maybe plant a little succulent in it.
  14. The scene of the country cottage...hmmm, is there a theme happening here???
  15. One more shop to go and I found the fabric to cover cushions...already cut to size: $2
  16. When I got home, mug of tea in hand, I began exploring the little book.
  17. It belonged to this young lady...
  18. ...and lo and behold it was given to her by Eunice,
  19. Christmas   1946!
  20. The same year that the Wade Irish Pottery began production!
  21. How about them apples!
  22. The colour plates in it are quite lovely...
  23. ...worthy of colour photo copies to frame...
  24. This one will be perfect for the upcoming "season of spooky malarkey!"
  25. as a blogger friend, Ciara commented this morning...more on her in a bit...
  26. There are some cute little black and white illustrations throughout as well...
  27. So here's the kicker...this morning when I opened my Instagram comments there
  28. was this one from milkmoonmama:

  29. 'Ooh ''tis the season for spooky malarkey! Little story here (bear with me): I spent Wednesday morning unpacking an entire library that was rescued from a house that was being cleared out following the Elder owners passing away a few years back. The friend who rescued it didn't know what to do with it but kept it until our little school came along and he was delighted to donate it (as were we!) So there I was, unpacking and lovingly cleaning each book, and the entire contents are nature, natural history, geographical, gardening, and Irish interest, dating from the 80's and backwards. And there it was, the single novel, one I had forgotten the existence of since I read it age 9 - The Turf Cutters Donkey by Patricia Lynch. A little electric moment into my childhood. I was charmed and delighted. And now this! You've made my day. How lovely to feel this connection across the ocean. Have a lovely weekend! 😘'
Many years ago Ciara and I 'met' via our blogs and followed each other through
various turning points in our lives.
She would post the most moving prose along with her heartwarming photos of
The Motherland (Ireland) and I got to know her and her family and her thoughts on life,
learning, love and philosophy.
It is indeed a big, bad scary world out there but it is also this:
Friends and kindred spirits can be found in the most unique ways.
I urge you to open your heart to these happenings and see the LIGHT 
that this sad but beautiful world has to offer.
Thank you Ciara for giving me yet one more reason to
believe in the good.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Tiny noises...

Past rusty railroad tracks...
 ...up the unused drive...
 ...where once you could hear voices and farm plows, 
it's only the sounds of us and the pups and the birds.
 We meander where busy lives once existed...
 Sapsuckers are the busy ones now...
 The colours, the textures of the past greet us at the gate...
 Someone long ago took time to plant these wee autumn crocus' and 
for many years watched them come up every September...
 These are scenes from a life abandoned...
 Tiny noises play in our heads...
 ...the low of cattle, the cluck of chickens
 For a hundred years this was a place...
 ...linked strongly to a life of farming
 Now weathered and disappearing...
 What happens when lives fade away?
 It was a home...
 And as always we look closer...
 try to hear those distant voices...
 Wishing the grasses would rustle up the story through the breeze...
 But the sounds grow fainter...
 The past keeps her stories to herself for now
 But this life abandoned has had some visitors today, who think about it, 
wonder and maybe keep the tiny noises turned up again, just a notch or two.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Her reign is the summer fields...

I once knew a horse with a feathery mane of this colour...
Her body was a shade darker.
A Palomino.
The colour of dry summer wheat and grasses.
Her name was Sundance.  
One Sunday morning while I was giving out carrots at the riding stable,
I came to her stall.
She had her head sticking out over a piece of binding twine that went across the stall.
I gave her a carrot and as I walked away she tried to grab another one
and bit down hard on my upper arm and pulled me towards her with her big, strong head,
ripping my upper arm open.
I ended up with 15 stitches and a permanent scar...and a new born fear of horses.
I eventually, literally got back up on the horse (not her) and rode for many more years after that.
But I digress...I always think of that horse when I see those colours.
Summer fields bring me to daydream and remember.
These days, they are not only crisp with the Palomino grasses but also with filled with the Queen...
Queen Anne's Lace Daucus carota. 
A kin to the modern day carrot but high above it in her royal dress...
A banner year for her majesty this year...
As far as the eye can see, she billows and calls to the bees...

In grand company is the purple Canada Thistle Cirsium arvense.
An introduced species from Eurasia but happily living amongst royalty...
A fat and dewy bumble just waking up this morning...
A world above me, a flutter of starlings! 
My mom used to call this a Bird Wedding!
Seed heads landing delicately...
Some heads are closed for the season and show the soft cloak of spider silk...
Beautiful in her dying as well as her blooming...

Providing the fields with seeds for next summer's show...
love bugs!
Love bud!
I have been lax in blogging as of late, but now that the weather is changing and autumn is
at the gate, I hope to spend more time observing and telling tales of said visions and thoughts.
Hope you are all well and healthy and have had a joyful summertime!