Quite a few years ago, Kermit & Lena Horne teamed up to sing to us about how it’s not easybein’ green. They made a good case for their point of view but, I would like to differ somewhat in responding to this week’s photo prompt about the colour Green.
Depending on your perspective, it is really not so difficult!
What is it about green that encourages us to look forward?
To this spring season poet, I am energized by the change of seasons, seeing that life cycle unfold each year, right before my eyes. It is a hopeful chain of events, so encouraging!
Perennials signify that process so well, methinks. Already, with this unusually mild winter, bits of green are bursting forth in the front garden, dedicated to herbs and flowers of the perennial sort. Chives are tallest of all, as they have been in the previous year, shown here in my photo. Looking forward to clipping a few to top those fresh potatoes!
On a final note, today , Earth Hour day, is the 10th anniversary of turning off the lights for 60 minutes, around the world. It is a small initiative that gives us all a moment to stop & think about our dear planet. Have a good one!
For today’s blog post, I thought that I would respond to The Road Taken , a current Photo Challenge link. This prompt was posted by a Canadian writer, Krista, who discovered the majesty of the mountains while visiting British Columbia.
In the Ontario community where I live, Waterloo Region, the past year was marked by an amazing discovery — remains of the corduroy road used by pioneers to traverse the terrain as they moved into this area!
Of course, many of us in Kitchener & Waterloo, went to see the evidence of this artifact through the fences as the construction zone for a light rail transit was cordoned off for safety and historical reasons. It was so inspiring and amazing to see the worn timbers that were uncovered, still lined up as they were placed to create this roadway. Here is a view for you!
Last year, some of the fragments were made available for people to relocate. The line-up of people was eagerly awaiting, early in the morning, too early for my husband to obtain as a gift for this history fan. Ah well, I’m sure that the pieces went to good homes. I will just be glad of the chance to have seen it & taken a pic or two!
*For those who are curious, more info is available at this link, including a sketch of the pioneer road.
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:
This week’s photo challenge theme happens to be chaos.
It seems to be a suitable choice for this time of year. Trees are changing colour, people and animals are harvesting for winter days to come and perennial gardens are reflecting a state that could be described as chaos. This photo with its beautiful shades of orange and amber reflects the disarray of flowers and ornamental grasses in my garden after they have peaked. Despite the chaotic look of the perennials, they express to me that special beauty of the autumn season!
Along with this photo, I wanted to share the good news that one of my poems is posted today — haiku by Patricia McGoldrick . I wrote it in response to a call for poems on the theme, prized possession.
This green object of my poem was a small fixture in our home when I was a child. Seems to me that it might have been a constant in the sometimes chaotic midst of a family of 10 — 2 parents and 8 children. I have inherited it, so to speak, since my parents have passed. It has always been in the background, somewhere, as a new family has grown.
Now it sits atop a china cabinet in the dining room, hosting a shamrock for the winter.
It catches my eye as I pass through from the kitchen. Not worth any great monetary value but it reminds me of the special people who made it such a prized possession.