Friday, February 27, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
They were fat and feathery and made wonderful bawk bawk sounds.
He wasn't all that interested.
Chickens pecked and clucked too much. He twitched his ears.
She was far prettier than any of them.
But they DID sport the most wonderful feather coats.
But she dare not leave her sentry duty at the compost bin. Or could she?
Bawk bawk bawk. The chickens cackled at the cats.
I'm STILL the prettiest in the land.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
It is an unremarkable little rocker. It has a squeak. Yet the rocker carries a huge history. How many times had it sat outside. In the sun. And rocked. Today it drank in the Murphy's oil and entertained the cats. Spencer came. And he watched.
For the people who have been attached.
Worn on the edges, from about 60 years of use. I would never refurnish it. Never touch it. Because where it is worn, is where many hands have touched. The edges gone smooth by hands resting.
My grandparents. My parents. And myself. We've all sat in that little rocker.
It's been loved and cherished all these years. And the cats. Like the dog in the photo, still keep watch.
The cats peacefully watched me clean and polish that little maple rocker till it gleamed in the sun.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
NOW: February 15, 2015 down at Tyee Spit. Sun. Dogs taking their people out for a walk.
Sun and warmth. In Campbell River, B.C. In February. Bare heads.
THEN: In 2014, Feb 21st looked something like this: Smokey, dusted with snow, sitting on the porch surrounded by snow and ice. Mostly ice.
NOW: February, 2015. The beach. Smelling of salt and kelp.
THEN: Feb 18th, 1992. 17 Hillside Drive, CFB Cornwallis, Nova Scotia. Buried in snow. Again.
And Again. Till we could dig out no longer.
these boots were made for walking.
THEN: St Albert, Alberta. 1996. A mountain of snow on which to slide. So much snow, had to wait for the city to come, and cut away the packed snow into dump trucks, to be taken outside the city.
THEN: 2014 See the cat in the snow.
See the Woodpecker. Finding the last apple . Feb, 2009.
Red and crisp. Red as the woodpecker's cap.
Carrots for noses.
NOW: Feb 15, 2015. Big sky. Stretching warm and wild in Campbell River.
On a day that it reached 14 Celsius ( 57.2 F).
"The sky is the daily bread of the eyes." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)