Tuesday, December 5, 2017

summer reigns

A miniature garden at my house is ignoring the seasons.
Summer reigns.
Calico Critters and Playmobil have harvested carrots, beets and lettuce. They've planted and replanted and picked and pruned and packed off the produce. It's a pretty prolific little garden plot.
A few folds and furrows: all felt.
Foliage and flowers and frilly lettuce: all crochet.


Monday, December 4, 2017

and away

Driving home today a squadron of swan flew overhead in tight formation. So tight was their formation in fact that I looked twice as they rolled in unison to the right....giant wingtip to wingtip, and away.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

check mate

He didn't even say Check Mate.
Instead, my vision suddenly cleared and there he sat leaning forward, his dark eyes bright as a pouncing cat.
My King was a goner.

Monday, November 13, 2017

just as surprised

My grandson has a giant black hockey bag; an entire dressing room on wheels that goes to and from arenas with him. Hockey players don't travel light. They sure don't travel light.
No surprise there.
But this morning my grandson did get a surprise.
A stow away.
In his bag.
My daughter told us he appeared suddenly in the doorway to the dressing room with a big grin on his face, and his little sister's doll in his hand. The doll was especially girly, clad all in fluffy pink, and with a hood too, so that she seems to have planned ahead. Arenas are cold places.
Her owner was just as surprised to see her.
Hockey isn't just a team sport.
It's a family snapshot.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

lining up

This photo was taken in 1917 and is not a group of women lining up to audition for Mary Poppins. They are actually lining up to vote, and my great gramma is there on the left, her hat tipping just enough to keep the light out of her eyes.
By the time this picture was taken in Westcott, Alberta, she had been an immigrant, a pioneer, a farmers wife and mother to ten children, her eldest a soldier.
One hundred years ago the law of the land said my gramma was a person.

1922-2010


1922-2010



Tuesday, November 7, 2017

time perhaps


The soldier boy is my father.
He was still a teenager.
A boy on the brink.

World War II is history now.
Decades have swept along.
A life time.
I remember when I realized for the first time that I was born only a dozen years after World War II ended. Twelve years isn't long at all. You can almost reach back and touch something that recent.
My parents didn't talk about those years when I was young.
It took the balm of passing time perhaps.

Decades later, he spoke of his comrades.
He remembered his years away.
It was something he never forgot.