When I saw this writing prompt, I started to give it some deep thought. Then, I decided that I would pause a bit to find inspiration for my rumination.
Luckily, I did not have to look too far as our region was treated to an amazing sunset in one part of the sky and a fantastic double rainbow on the other side. No luck with the sunset, but I was able to capture the rainbows as they curved through the glowing pink sky.
Such a beautiful close to the day. Thankful, I am. 🙂
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.
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. 🙂