ANTICIPATION — SEASONS & SANDWICHES

Anticipation is today’s photo prompt!

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. 🙂dscn3005

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. 🙂

Have a great weekend, All.

Stay safe in the snow!

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NOSTALGIA IN THE GERANIUMS!

Nostalgia is the weekly photo challenge.

There are so many aspects to nostalgia, for me and for most people.

If I had to choose, scents and scenery are most apt to bring memories flooding though my mind. With cinnamon and ginger, wafting through the house on any given day, I can be drawn back to the inviting memories of after-school treats, apple pie, and cinnamon buns.

Sometimes, however, the visual reminders are sweet invitations to recall the past. Red geraniums work for me!

At this time of year, the geraniums are on their second or third bloom for my garden. I keep them in pots at the front of the house as a bright, cheerful welcome. dscn2602dscn1967

I, also, keep them on the deck at the back of our house. They are a “home” feature to me, adding a touch of nostalgia to the deck which is our family’s favourite “added” summer room. Canadian winters are notoriously long but the enjoyment of warmer months is a consolation of sorts — maybe.

Red geraniums, coleus, shamrocks — these are the houseplants that resided in my childhood home. My mother was the caregiver to these bits of greenery in our old brick house built in 1902. Have to say that I was not exactly enamoured of these gems when they were in their down cycles, cut back, without blooms or bursting with new leaves. However, at their peak, they brightened the often blizzard-bound rural home, particularly for my mother.

Seems to me that the red geraniums were a sign of hope amidst the winter blahs. Some time ago, inspired by blooms captured in a local artist’s handiwork, I wrote a poem “Winter Waiting” about this phenomenon of nostalgia.

Winter Waiting
December
Greeting card
Geraniums are red
With crisp moulded green
Leaves and stems
Splotching through
Reminding me of Mother waiting
Through the dark white snows of winter
Waiting
For her January geraniums on the dining room window sill
Where they sat for long weeks 
With wilted brown leaves
And sturdy nodular stems 
Waiting for sun and light 
Solstice and solace
Clay potted geraniums of my Mother
Once again 
Were gone to bed
Waiting through the winter
                              Waiting to be red.

*poem was published in 2008 at Cyclamens & Swords. 

Thanks, All, for stopping by for a read of my blog. 
What makes you nostalgic?
Have a great weekend!