A while back, I shared with you all some good news — becoming a first-time grandmother! My husband & I are so thankful and thrilled at the safe arrival of a son to our daughter & son-in-law on November 17 2016.
Just over two months old, now, baby Jack is a wonder to behold!
As I went through the local newspaper at year’s end, I saw an album full of photos of this past year’s newborns. It was arranged with some print pics of block letters that caught my eye. This Grandma selected the ones that would make a perfect outline of “Jack” to act as a cover for our first photo album of our grandson!
2017! The new year has arrived with all the excitement of moving forward in our lives.
As the old year ended, I encountered a small surprise in the snow outside our home. A mix of snow, ice, more snow and wind, resulted in the formation of a snow roller. Previously, I had only seen these cute little bits of snow in pics on the news or weather station.
Quickly, I retrieved my camera to get a few photos. This is what I saw as it rested at the bottom of a small hill. The pathway on the left was 3 or 4 yards/metres in length. In the background, there is a less successful example this little phenomenon.
Ironically, I soon found a poetry prompt online that called for a snowflake presence in a poem. Instantly, I knew that I wanted to write about the “Surprise” that I had found in the snow. My poem is posted at the link listed below:
Tis the season of anticipation, it seems to me! I could make a list, not in any particular order, of course:
Ending one year, looking forward to another;
Awaiting the good news that one of my poems, Prelude to Innisfree, was accepted by Poetry Breakfast. Please stop by for a read!
Listening to one of my all-time favourite songs by Carly Simon;
Arrival of first grandchild — first holiday celebrations with this little guy;
Spring — you might be wondering about this seasonal anticipation but it is soundly based in the unusual bird population that has been visiting the backyard this year; and, on that note, I will share a photo that I took of a previously unseen feathered visitor that I saw this morning. If you recognize this bright spot, please comment below. Despite several tries, I could only get a head-down photo. 🙂
By the way, if you get a chance to read my poem, I share that it is based on childhood memory of enjoying produce from the garden. I did not realize how meticulous my efforts might appear to visiting cousins or siblings, but those sandwiches sure tasted great! My culinary expertise has earned a bit of a reputation, I understand.
Also, before I sign off for the weekend, here is a link to The Lake Isle of Innisfree, where, thanks to early technology, you can hear a reading of this poem by the poet, himself. William Butler Yeats has been one of my most admired poets, that I discovered in high school, a few years after the onion sandwich craze. 🙂
On this snowy December day, here in wintry Ontario of the Northern Hemisphere, I have been pondering what to share for the photo prompt of a New Horizon.
With recent events in neighbouring United States, climate change panic, and world-wide economic instability, I was at a loss to choose a starting point for selecting a suitable photo.
Then, as fate would have it, I looked out the sliding window door panes to a nearby linden tree. The sunlight shining on the almost leafless branches was highlighting some orange spots. I rushed to get my camera. It was not a partridge in a pear tree but a group of robins! Yes robins!
Indeed, earlier this week, several houses away, I had seen at least 20 of these “signs of spring” in a snow-covered yard. Today, at least half a dozen flew into this linden tree, & a trio managed to remain long enough for me to capture in a photo.
I wonder. Are these out-of-season robins a portent of changing times and climes? Will they adapt to the cold quickly to survive? Did they get separated from their peers on their migratory track?
Are we all looking towards a new horizon in 2017??? What do you think? Drop me a comment below, if you wish. 🙂