Tuesday, July 19, 2016

children of summer

A little painting of my little granddaughter.
The canvas is a six inch square and I thought it would be a wonderful size to dabble on.
The reality is that for something with detail, a larger size would have been much easier.
Of course now that I've started, I will paint two more tiny portraits of her older brother and sister. Be careful what you start.
When I bought this package of four stretched canvas's a few years ago, I was thinking of painting vegetables or fruit. Something graphic and chunky. That will wait for some other time.
The children of summer are waiting.


Friday, July 15, 2016

dollop

A breakfast table laden with waffles and blueberry sauce. "Do you have any cream?" my grandson asks hopefully.
"I don't, but would you like a little dollop of ice-cream?"
"Is a dollop more than a smidgen, or less?" he asks.
"More," I smile.
"Okay, I'll have a dollop."

Sunday, July 10, 2016

feel like

Her big brother was sick first.
And two days later her big sister too.
"What do YOU feel like?" my daughter worriedly quizzed my little granddaughter.
"Well............," she replied, as though pondering many choices. "I feel like going to Gramma's house."

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

on we go

Another Wednesday afternoon and we are all seated around the tables in the main dining area. The afternoon sun has turned the leaves outside the window into a patchwork of greens. Somewhere, a sparrow is chirping and chipping away. I am holding a huge handful of paper strips, fanned out in my hand.  Each person seated round the table cautiously pulls out a paper and reads the single word written there aloud to the rest of the group. Then they tell a little story to us all inspired by the word and the others add on a sentence or two making a chain of small stores. One person chooses the word ‘bicycle.’ She laughs. She recalls how much she wanted a bicycle as a girl but her mother was afraid she would get hurt and so, she learned to ride her friend’s bike. None of us are surprised at her independent streak. When her mother saw her skimming along the road, she relented and bought her a bike. Others add stories of riding bikes to school. We are reminded that another rode a horse to school. The stories pass quickly round the table and back to the beginning. I hold out my paper filled hand and on we go.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

deeply gaze

My eyes were on the wooden bridge where a man leaned against the railing.
Not my husbands eyes though.
His gaze was already aligned with the strangers.
They spoke in unison. "There's an owl."
Perched on a curved branch hanging over the bubbling creek, was an owl. A Barred Owl. It stared solemnly at us.
We whistled softly at it and hooted but it just blinked.
I wished my grandchildren had been along. It isn't often that an owl perches where it can be admired and scrutinized.
I remembered walking with my daughter and the children on a long ago afternoon and being startled by a bird suddenly swooping between the trees, right across the path where we were walking in the dappled light of a heavily wooded park.
It was a giant bird.
A Great Grey Owl.
Silently, it swooped back towards us, and up into the branches beyond.
There it perched in all its magnificent, regal greyness.
What a huge bird.
No wonder they are called Great Grey Owls.
It stared and stared at us and we were just as impolite.
The children and I stood in a row and hooted and hooted.
The eyes of the owl never left our faces.
It began to feel a little unnerving.

My husband went back to the woods with me the next day, hoping to see the Great Grey Owl but alas, the branches were bare.
We hooted and whooted and did hear owls calling but none came for a closer look.

I'd like to be an Owl Whisperer.
I'd like to stand and call, and wings wide would silently sweep.
Black glistening eyes would deeply gaze.
And I would hear with my heart.

gramma-fied

I apparently take caution to a legendary level.
"He's come up with a word for that," my daughter said, laughing.
"Grammafied."
"He says it's been Gramma-fied."

Should my grandson contact Websters?
gramma-fied
verb
definition: an activity modified to reduce danger.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

u-pick

We went for a sunny Sunday stroll in the woods and were astonished to see ripe Blackberries glistening among the tangled green.
We ate a handful.
Then we saw a Huckleberry bush, its fruit hanging like tiny decorations.
We ate a handful of them too.
Salmon berries were beautifully ripe and sweetly tart, and Thimble berries were everywhere.
We ate both just for comparison sake.
"Look," my husband exclaimed.
A huge Saskatoon bush, and then another..
Plump, dark purple berries.
We each ate a handful.
Summer fresh, U-pick.