Ponderings From The Pond

Night in The Galaxy of Gardenias

2012-01-22T18:03:00.007-05:00

While the north wind blows this night,
I settle in picking up neglected brushes
and the dance of emotion begins.

Pigments of cream, peach and saffron,
the pallet of choice this chilly night
take life upon a deep green sky.

It takes a life of its own this night,
warming this soul while I create
and allow brushes and paint to flow.

Spattering the canvas with stars,
Gardenias float thru the galaxy
on this cold winters night.

The Bottom Brothers New Door

2012-01-08T14:10:00.005-05:00

“Close the door Soggy!”

“Ahhh but Twinkle, tis a cool breeze that freshens our home. It needs a light airing out wouldn’t you agree? Besides the ummmm, aroma is a tad high.”

Twinkle and Soggy had fallen asleep months ago, much like hibernating bears in autumn. They had sought solace in a vacant rabbits burrow under the ole spruce and simply drifted off, until today.

“Door? What door Twinkle?” mumbled a yawning Soggy while rubbing his eyes with one hand and scratching his behind with another. Those needles get in everywhere he thought. Then he realized the tone of Twinkles voice and his eyes widened.

“That! That block of wood blocking the entrance. I call that a door. Wouldn’t you?”

Soggy sat up and looked towards the entrance. There was a block of wood, slightly askew resting amongst the branches covering their home, sheltering them from the cold north wind. Where did that come from he wondered. It was somewhat Art Nouveau in design although he leaned more towards Victorian with all its whatnots and whyfores, but he liked this expression of nature man made.

Brushing off leaves and moss they staggered towards beams of dawns light cutting thru the darkness, both somewhat dopey from being awakened before their time.

“Where do you think this came from Twinkle? Why would someone block our home? Have we been found out? Are they trying to smother us?”

“I don’t think so Soggy. Looks like something handmade so lets’ don our winter gear and take a closer look.”

The brothers gathered birds down, crumpled ferns, silk from milkweed pods, and moss, wrapped each other in their warmth, then wound with grapevine tendrils knotted tightly, and off they trudged. The Bottom Brothers were determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Ppppussshhhh Soggy! come on put your back into it!”

Soggy the younger of the two did what he could but being slighter of build his effort had to be twice of his bigger and older brother. Some thought his head was lighter than Twinkles but his heart was larger.

Into the snow they fell, landing on top of the door, splayed limbs into the cold. It struck them hard, it struck them cold, though wrapped in warmth the bitterness shivered them to their core.

“Soggy! Are you there? Are you alright? Talk to me Soggy!”

Soggy limp from the impact wiggled his feet. “Legs aren’t broken Twinkle, see my feet are moving.” With a sigh and a silent Thank You to the stars, Twinkle gathered himself. Lending his hands to his brother he stood him up beside him where he belonged.

“Well Soggy, what do you make of this? I don’t think it was placed by foe. Lets’ put it right so our home doesn’t fill in with snow.” They worked hand in hand heaving and hoeing the hunk of wood back into place. They stood back eyeing the piece standing in awe.

“This was carved with love Twinkle. See the curlie cues, the smiling face, those eyes, and the colours! The colours Twinkle! It was made to keep us hidden and safe.”

Twinkle, always the more serious of the two, pondered, investigating every nuance the door held. “Yes, I see Soggy, it was made to protect us and ward off creatures who may wish us harm. It was made just for us Soggy. And we know by who.”

At that Twinkle and Soggy had a snowball fight. Pushing each other into the snow, laughing and gasping in freshness of the day, of life, they knew they were thought of even during the deadness of winter.

A Winters Avian Ode

2011-12-25T20:10:00.003-05:00

Snow falls heavily this Christmas night
wrapping the garden in a cloak of white,
tis cold while I spread boughs of evergreens
amongst the barren branches only to be seen
by the refugees from winter storms
providing warmth and a subtle sheen.

They need substance these nights of cold
shelter from the north wind that blows bold,
I shall protect you with all me might
avian creatures of the light
who give me hope of life
during these long winter nights.

Merry Merry

2011-12-23T13:40:00.003-05:00

Light - Haiku

2011-11-26T22:27:00.006-05:00

memories of night
whispering by candlelight,
stars are our witness

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An Autumn Lament

2011-11-12T16:36:00.008-05:00

I see you my wee friend
floating amongst curled leaves
upon autumns’ water,
your skin so dark
from the murkiness
of a leave filled pond.
Those leaves will remain
to protect you and your kin
over the coming winter
for the Almanac forecasts
a long and cold season.
I see the glint
in your blackened eyes
staring back at me,
pondering
your approaching hibernation
as I surely am.
This warm sunny day
reminds me of summer
while I watched you and your family
be yourselves
filling this heart with happiness
knowing I had created
a safe haven,
a haven for you and for me
where I could forget
the worries and strife of live
and relish in the moment.
Those moments are now
locked in my mind
only to resurface with smiles
when the deadness of winter
knocks on the door.
As I watch your eyes slowly close
while you fight the season,
remember this my wee friend
I shall unearth you in spring
tenderly wipe sand, mouldy leaves
off you and your kin
and we will once again
rejoice in the happiness
we gave each other.

Sleep well my wee friend.

Dona Nobis Pacem

2011-11-03T20:40:00.006-04:00

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My backyard

2011-10-23T18:14:00.005-04:00

Captures light,
iridescent prisms momentarily suspended in spider webs
crystalline raindrops race down the veins of night softened leaves
shadows twist and dance in the moist setting sun
Diamonds shattered on sunbeams splash on weathered lattice.

Sings with birdsong,
Cardinals in blazing red plumage, their imperious screech
call forth the lowly finch, all twitter and twitch
majestic Robins with puffed scarlet chests herald a new season
and mourning doves cooing and calming in gray solemn cloaks.

Shelters life,
black and red squirrels challenge each other for the most prized of the fruit of the walnut tree
hares hoard and jealously guard the seed from the birdfeeder
frogs, stalwart guardians of The Pond in their livery of green
night creatures wearing bandit masks brazenly stalk the composter.

Paints with colours,
Spring bulbs replenish the joy of life
Huecheras wave their frilly leaves in rainbow hues
Hostas, the silent green sentinels, all knowing, watch the children from the shade
Pennywort stretches and smiles in all her copper glory after a long winters sleep.

Ring sounds,
Church bells peal for a soul sent home
wolves howl from the marsh, the Hunters Moon
sirens wail, a new soul has arrived
lonely pups anxiously awaiting their companions return.

Enriches the gardener,
Ferns so delicate they forbid a human touch
hands creased in dirt, yet loving and true
leaves of maples in Autumn splendour
Earth so thick yet light filled with cast offs.

Comforts me,
in serenity providing the calm I seek
enlightens me to a path once walked
calling me home to a gentler day
in my garden, my Eden, my backyard.

A collaboration with my partner in rhyme Rogue.

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Sometimes I just shake my head...

2011-10-15T16:57:00.008-04:00

Sometimes I just shake my head at the goings on at The Pond. Case in point, it was a sunny warm Saturday and after planting all the bulbs, way more than what was planned but after a colourless Winter I NEED colour in the garden. I digress. So I sit on my throne to ponder watching the frogs float about without a care in the world. Suddenly two of the larger ones hop out, sit and proceeded to stare at me. Hooo boy I thought here we go as I was wearing a red T-shirt. Anyone who has been around frogs will attest that wearing red is like waving a red flag at a bull. Strictly a no no. I froze waiting for the charge. Much to my relief, they separated, one heading north, the other heading south, towards the steps. Slowly they made their way to the first step and in unison hoped up onto the first step, one at either end.

Hhhmmmm, I thought, what are they up to. They hopped over to the planters filled with pots of mums. Aha! We’re going to play hide and seek are we. No sooner had I said it, then each in turn sits back craning their necks vertically much like a basketball player eyes the hoop, and up they go. They were a tad slow getting in but they made it. Slowly tip toeing their way thru the stems and flowers only to settle into the cool damp earth.

I related this tale to a few friends and yes the eyes did roll. “uh hunh Cheryl, yep, sure they did” “perhaps the lady doth ponder too much” and yada yada yada. I sighed and rolled my own eyes.
A few days later while outside I took the digi with me, just in case you see. One never knows does one. When I sat with tootsies up, yes you got it, out of The Pond pops one. I remember thinking in my best Elmer Fudd impression, sshhhhh be vary vary quiet, and quiet I was. Come hell or high water I was going to have proof! Slowly she hopped over stopping every few feet to see if I was watching and finally, yes ! finally she jumps as did I with digi clicking.
I was sooooo tempted to give her a wee upsie daisy with my hand but she had obviously done this before.

And yes even with thighs that meaty frog legs are a forbidden item on le menu.

As I wash windows

2011-10-08T21:22:00.002-04:00

As I wash windows
my wind wonders why
we’re apart this day
of sunshine and warmth.

As I wash windows
I hear lovers laughter
on an early Autumn breeze
sharing their life together.

As I wash windows
birds swoop, wings intertwined
enveloping each others hearts
savouring the earths draft.

As I wash windows
I see my teary reflection
and scrub the pain clean
only hoping to shine another day.

The Green Man

2011-09-26T18:08:00.005-04:00

The ancient oak stood strong
centred in the grove of saplings
her young, from her acorns
once seeds of a union so intense
it is still whispered on the wind.

Weathered bark peeled away
with each passing year leaving
her body, her mighty limbs
torn twigs, shredded leaves falling
before the season said change.

Axes struck sharp and hard
shattering the forest calm while
creatures paused in silent reverence
as The Green Man gathered acorns
sustaining their secret of eternal life.

My contribution to The Gooseberry Garden: Stories from Mythology, Culture and of life

While the Moon Looks Over My Shoulders

2011-09-23T21:02:00.003-04:00

While the Moon
looks over my shoulders
I walk gently in darkness
well before dawn
eases us into a stressful life,
toddling along a well worn path
these feet glide
soundlessly over pavement
as my eyes smile
at dimming night lights
yet all alone on this trek
I pause to think,
wonder, ponder
how blessed we are
to share such love
this warm Autumn morn
and never will I be alone

Darn, Life is Cruel

2011-09-10T21:46:00.001-04:00

After a day of chopping tomatoes, onion, carrots, peppers, garlic, beans, and whatever else I find to make an awesome tomato sauce; moving and cleaning out two over the top composters then spreading the black gold amongst the beds and watering in its life sustaining nutrients, I finally head off to the tub wanting to wash away the grime and soak in warm water relieving the aches. But, I pause a moment to surf channels seeking life and my fingers rest on an hour of Marchesa. O my gawd, is there no mercy!

I sit in filthy sweat pants, stained T shirt, and down right dirty fingers all the while focused on crystals, Swarovski no less; feathers plucked from the most exotic birds; tulle, yards and yards of tulle in wonderous colours and hand tatted lace all tenderly hand woven into magical finery. Hhmmm, perhaps I can shred the sweats and weave pebbles into the leggings. The T shirt could be dyed and the left over sequins from Halloween glued in a funky pattern. The bag of feathers (don’t ask why I have it) may be sewn on for texture. Could my Nikes replace the Louboutins? Even if I paint the soles red? I doubt it.

Darn, life is cruel.

Root in a Rut

2011-09-09T21:07:00.005-04:00

Rut bound,
my roots wither
without water
tugging me, pulling me
I shake loose easily
scratching for relief
with smothering rain

Where is the rain
I beg you
to saturate my home
my soothing den
for without it
I shall perish

My once plump roots
now shriveled
rust in dry dirt
organics bare
to the elements
while I wait for rain …

Inspired by Magpie Tales

Throwing the bath water out

2011-08-23T19:26:00.006-04:00

The landscape is parched, never have I’ve seen this in all these years. Plants cry out for water and I oblige, never minding the constant tick, tick, tick, of the water meter and the cost. My babies need substance and that’s all that matters. An hour is spent hosing the ground, but not before gentling forking the earth. This gives water a place to seep instead of running off to the paths. Paths do not need water, the treading of footsteps know their own way to wanderers.

First half is done, than I turn the hose to The Pond. My o my, they can get a bit cranky when water cascades onto them. Them, being resident froggies. The wee ones squeak and hop into sheltering shrubs. The larger ones sit with backs strong and heads craning to the sky. Little do they know I have a fun streak in me…

After the garden is soaked I turn to the patio where many have found refuge. Geeez guys it’s only water I think. One wee froglette sits startled so I gently tease him. “pppurrrah” he sings. Hhhmmm, has Frogue been spending time with the neighbours’ cats? Another nudge, and the same “pppurrrah”. So I continue, until he’s safe among his kin. Mind you I’m wondering where he learned his song but I won’t loose sleep over it.

When The Ponds water is again high I pick up the ole bird bath in need of a good rinsing. Months ago there were too many birds trying to sip from The Pond so I placed this ole blue clay bath amongst the shrubs. I had no idea the older critters would make it their home. Not sooner than 5 minutes after cleaning and filling with fresh water then two good croakers had found their home, again. They splashed about and sung their song of rain fore coming while I shrugged thinking come on guys you have a 2’ deep pond to frolic in but nooooo you just have to park your arses in the bird bath scaring every bird that drops by for a sip.

Seeking my throne after the watering I noticed one underneath. He sat steady never flinching when I moved. I finally rose, moved the chair and he hopped off. Well, well, well, it appeared he was doing his business. Not as impressive as a toads’ I once saw at my brothers. There we were 3 adults standing over a stone wondering “what’s daaatttttt?” We continued to stare intently while Mr. Toad did “his business”. Whoooooaaa, this observation was followed with an in depth discussion on how we as humans would feel relieving ourselves with a turd half as long as our body. The topics in the forest never surprise me. I digress.

For now the garden is refreshed, plants are plump with moisture and I have one froglette who appears nightly staring at me. If he smiles and wiggles his bum at me I’m outta here.

Waning Summer - Haiku

2011-08-06T20:59:00.005-04:00

Hot suffocating wind
smothers foliages true colours
leaving crisp brunt stems

High ear piercing drones
tree frogs tell the temperature
on this sultry night

Sun lowers herself
creating shadows thru leaves
bowing in this drought

Breeze blown crickets songs
lull the listener into sleep
while blankets are tossed

Hummers drink heartedly
fortifying for their journey
to warmer climates

Squirrels run along roofs
walnuts overfill their mouths
food for months ahead

Snowball hydrangeas
faint lacking life giving moisture
dried blossoms fill vases

Chilled Chardonnay warms
quickly this late summers eve
ice bucket empties…..

The Path of Ab

2011-07-31T21:22:00.002-04:00

Footsteps are light
amongst his cathedral of pines
as boughs stretch skyward
then bow to the creator
of beaming sunlight filtered
into subdued rays amid the ferns
lighting Abs path with reverence
thru his forest created with love…

Willa

2011-07-28T22:06:00.002-04:00

Torrance I never understood
how your beauty shone thru the
watercolours of your life,
until late nights of hot tea
and writing Haiku listening to CBC
O how I miss those,
and your collages of pastels
musical notes and laces intertwined
brought songs to hearts,
though your vibrancy has been lost
upon the wind except for
those who knew you Willa,
you remain as Torrance
strong, steadfast in your life
a true lyrical woman,
and as Willa, you will be forever
drifting upon the Tay, your home
and I shall always remember you ….

A Mouse In The House

2011-07-24T23:07:00.023-04:00

It began one Saturday morn whilst checking out the nursery at Home Hardware. I know, I know but they had good deals on perennials. Any hoo, I wandered along and heard a squeak, then an O My! as this elder grabbed my arm, “did you not see that!” she gasped. “ummm I heard a squeak but thought it was the doors” “noooo! The mouse! You almost stepped on it!” I shook me head wondering how many mice that lady of vintage had seen and why was she so excited about it, and toddled on.

That night I dreamt, during a deep sleep the kind I cherish. The focus of my dream was white, with black whiskers, scurrying about, finally making his way outside, to The Pond where he met Fog and Sog. Actually Twinkle and Soggie Bottom introduced him to Fog and Sog, and all got along famously. They named him Merlin, that wee mouse. More on him later as I’ve been told he has magic in his soul.

Days passed with few signs springing up of a creature in me house. You know the signs, black sesame seeds, though not actual seeds. I sighed, not again, it’s July for heavens sake and it should be outside romping thru fields of clover. Alas, wasn’t to be. Midnight munching in one cupboard, and there goes the cornmeal I thought; little forget me nots on the chesterfield making me not wanting to stretch out on it, black dots well not so dots but rectangular droppings in the kitchen sink. The signs increased as did my worry lines.

The worst was entering the home, my refuge one Friday after a hectic work week. I just needed to zone and forget but that was not to be, my gawd the noise coming from the stove. It sounded metal on metal. On and on it went and after an hour I finally lifted the stove and out ran a wee critter, across the floor and under the pantry door. I grabbed boxes and wood stuffing the door bottom. and with much glee shouted to no one but him "I caught you me furry fiend!" He had feasted on dried rottitini so was well fed, enough for a day or two. All weekend long I minded the Catch Em Live traps and not a bite. Maybe he had found his way out I thought, wishful thinking because I’m such a woose at these things. I’ve cared for folks passing on, holding them to their last breath, tended to the wounded but out and out killing is just not on my do to list.

A few days later and being an early riser I sat in another room sipping me tassie eating the peanut butter slathered toast. Reading up on the overnight news I heard this awful noise from the kitchen sink and so rose and peeked around the corner. Lo and behold He was peeking back at me from behind the canisters, not all of him just his ears and they were huge. I tip toed into the kitchen and poof he scattered across the counter onto the stove and dove in. O lord I thought. He’s gone so I returned to my den. Not 60 seconds had passed and there he was again at the peanut butter covered knife in the sink. Yikes! The sound wasn’t comforting at all. This game of hide and seek went on for awhile. I even found my self hiding behind the corner waiting for a glimpse but this was no ordinary mouse. As soon as I appeared he disappeared. Regaling me work cohorts with the mighty mouse tale of playing hide and seek at 5 am, their comments weren’t comforting “ya know Cheryl, I wouldn’t stay in a house where a mouse knows how to use a knife”. Thanks lads, love you too.

Alrighty then, the live traps didn’t work. The wee bugger went in, ate and backed out. I won’t mention the neighbours watching me one early Sunday morn walking to the river with trap in rubber gloved hand, only to open and shake with nothing falling out. Sighhhhhh, I was beat as the furniture. I don’t want too but He just won’t leave so out came the bucket.

A huge bucket, a good 2’ tall, filled a quarter of the way with water. I’m not looking forward to this. Then as the lads instructed string was tied across the width with one peace hanging down and at the end a dollop of peanut butter. O and don’t forget the piece of wood to be used as a ramp for the wee fella to scamper up on. I was already sick. So everything is set and I toddled off to bed. Next morning I entered the kitchen and no string. Hhmmm, maybe that did it thinking as I peered into the bucket. Arrrghhhhhhh! It was empty and every bit of string clean clean and lying beside it. Okies, this mouse is way too smart to die. He just doesn’t deserve it. Need I say the lads at work had a field day with the tail, errr tale. Going on and on how he sat on the edge, pulling the string end over end til he had licked it, then dropping it all on the floor.

Off to Home Hardware I go ‘cause I’m fed up. Sorry fella but I’ve had it waking to a filthy counter, poops on the chesterfield, tiny feets across mine and late night scurryings and worst of all having to wear shoes in my own home! I’m done and want my home back ! The young lad in the “kill em before they kill you” department was kind. Did you know they actually make a trap with a tranquilizer? Yep, the critter walks in, eats it and bam is knocked out so you can take it to its next home, groggy but alive. I gave him such a look that he almost fainted and finally walked out without the Snapper but the Catchmaster. What’s another 18 bucks if it catches him alive, geeez I’ve spend that much in peanut butter! Made of tin, it’s supposed to find its way in to the food, and a trap door closes. Aha, I said, this I can work with! Set out that night filled with cheese, damn good cheese mind you, a fine Havarti, and peanut butter I toddled off.

Waking the next morning I apprehensively walked into the kitchen, flicked on the light and checked out the Catchmaster, even before I made me tassie, that’s how anxious I was! Lo and behold, there was a little creature with big brown eyes staring back at me. Ha! I finally caught you me furry *&##^% friend! Buckle up laddie we’re going for a drive. Looking at him I must say he had such a shiny coat no doubt because of the great dollops of peanut butter over the weeks. Still in pajamas I carried the trap to the car putting him in the trunk for safe keeping, of course. Off to the river we went. As I opened his confines I bade him to give my regards to Vicky and Vinnie, two voles I previously released there. As he scampered thru fields of grass and clover I knew he was home, not mine but his, and I smiled.

A Summers Heart Song

2011-07-09T17:09:00.002-04:00

Hungry squeaks from baby Blue jays
safe amongst shrubs;
Plops from frogs cooling off
in the cool ponds water;
Cheerful chortles of Robins
teaching their young to sing;
Snapping of bedding on the line
drying in the warm wind;
Soft nattering of Finches
as they glide thru the trees;
Delightful breeze rustling leaves
as they brush the roof;
Gentle cooing from Doves on high
expressing their love for each other;
Meooorrrrr of a neighbours cat
from a well aimed walnut ;)

Ahhhh, my heart sings this perfect summers day
while Jerryson ponders along side me…

Free

2011-06-30T19:50:00.002-04:00

Free of corporate garb
the skies call to me
its gentle cool breeze
blows over me
wiping away the day
releasing my flesh
from scents of toll
only to bask in fresh air
while the wind
wraps soft tendrils
of my hair
over my face
now brushed aside
and forgotten
for the time being….

Ode to the Acacia

2011-06-10T17:36:00.007-04:00

Acacia blossoms
fall silently onto earth
scent lost on the breeze

Joyous sounds of bumbles
buzzing amongst tree tops
delights the listener

Fragrance of honey
inhaling drifts on the wind
enlivens the senses

Beyond a doubt my favourite tree is the Acacia or Black Locust but I prefer Acacia. It grows well here surviving summers’ heat and drought as well as the bitter cold of winter, never failing to spring forth. I know of groves nearing 200 years old standing strong, guarding their homes. Easily reaching 100’ in height they grow straight with a hardiness of soul that rivals the mighty oak. It’s the last to leaf in spring and last to loose those fragile fronds in autumn.

Shall we discuss their blossoms? O my heaven, I yearn for their fragrance constantly watching my own for a hint of openness. Similar to wisteria, their huge clusters cascade in June, enveloping the neighbourhood with their sweet fragrance. The creamy coloured blossoms are nectar to bumbles much like a fine Aussie chardonnay pour moi. The bumbles swarm about creating a delightful drone of busy wee bees. Could life be richer?

I love its growth, almost limbless til they reach heaven and then their branches spread overhead creating a bower, sheltering earth below. That is its goal, its life, to give joy to others while asking nothing in return, just to be let be and grow on. Acacia is strength and beautiful in its own way, and always will be. If I had been blessed with a daughter she would be Acacia and I would forever smile knowing she was named so true.

In you...

2011-06-04T21:51:00.004-04:00

In you I feel a gentle summers breeze
caressing my neck cooling me down,
In you I watch Chickadees bathe in cool water
before feeding each other and flying off,
In you I see the brilliant colours of a Blue Jay
standing proud while he sips,
In you I hear warbling of Sparrows
as lovers often sing while they court,
In you I see a Robin feeding her daughter
plump worms from me trowel travels,
In you I take delight when Fog and Sog
hop into The Pond for a cool swim,
In you I feel the summers sun
warming myself as I smile in her glory,
In you I relish Ella and Her Fella’s
singing thru the garden on this gentle night,
In you I feel love…

Fog and Sog

2011-05-28T20:23:00.008-04:00

As a Canadian tis a well known fact that we love to talk about weather but I won’t. Okies just for a minute but it’s a good lead in to the story. Last night I had the furnace on, not a fun thing to do towards the end of May but I had a chill. I held out as long as I could but the dampness and cold creaked me bones.

This morn I awoke to fog and drizzle. Now we know there has to be warmth with fog, that harbinger of heat and humidity so the day began as foggy and soggy. Stay with me.

With tea in hand I stepped outside to check The Pond. I tend to do that in the morn if only to see if new residents have arrived. To my surprise there was one! Woooooo hoooooo I shouted. There he was, a most bootiful green frog sitting comfortably on the far side. I wondered if this was the same one who flipped me a finger ( do frogs have fingers? ) as I strode off to work Tuesday morn after a long weekend and not seeing one. His flip was more of a “Hasta Vista baby, have fun at work while I frolic in The Pond”. I hate that kind of flip.

Brushing aside a few branches I spied another one ! Woooooo hoooooooo, two at the same time ! I was tickled pink or is that freckled, hhmmm.

These two have sat on opposite sides for most of the day. Sitting proudly and staring at each other. Though when one watches them long enough you pick up a subtle fluttering of the eyelids since they don’t have eyelashes. After a few hours I noticed the larger one had hopped over to the far side sitting close but not touching the smaller one. Could this be the beginning of froglettes? She may be playing hard to get but knowing male frogs he will succeed in making her his own.

In their honour and from this day forward they shall be named Fog and Sog. How will I know the difference? I won’t but they will. ;)

Solitude - Haiku

2011-05-22T18:06:00.012-04:00

Robins, Warblers, Finches
in perfect yet subtle harmony,
is my solitude

Breeze blown lotuses
floating over crystal water,
is my solitude

Spent Apple blossoms
natures confetti, drifting,
is my solitude

Tired feet resting
while I ponder by The Pond,
is my solitude

Serenity I sought
now found in my quiet garden,
is my solitude

Master Oliver Schroeder
bells, chimes, sweet singing fiddles,
is my solitude

Recreating Eden
in my own quiet humble world,
is my solitude…

Solitude may also be found at Haiku Heights.blogspot.com since the net is cranky

Retirees and Their Mowers

2011-05-20T20:40:00.005-04:00

What is it with retirees and mowers? I ask ya. Why do they insist mowing on Fridays? Is it because they need to quantify their existence to the neighbourhood? Yes, we know you’ve worked hard for it but come on, your neighbours don’t have that luxury of waking up and pondering, hhmmm, what to do, what to do. Yes, Gord, Ross, Marylynn, ole man MacDonald, we know you’re alive but really! Couldn’t you have done that during the week when the rest of us are working?

My office is beside the maintenance shop and well, we all know how boys and their toys can be. Give it! More grind! Do it again! Ye gads, get it out of your system lads as I’m sure the Mrs won’t put up with the noise when you get home. I need peace when I get home. I want to hear the finches in the garden, the soft breeze blowing the orbs along in the pond, and quietness but alas that is not to be.

So it’s late Friday afternoon and my sleepy neighbourhood comes to life with lawn mowers, chain saws, whipper snippers, you name it and if it runs, you bet it will. Gawd almighty, I need peace and quiet after 12 days of work, but nooooooooo. Come 4pm the mowers begin like the Nascar race. Okies, I don't watch cars driving around and around and around but I figure they are all gassed and ready to roar. Don’t they appreciate what it was like when they put in a full week and just wanted to unwind? Me thinks not. Heavens, have mercy on me. The grass will wait being sacrificed to the perfect level. Mind you mines a tad long but it will wait as shall I, and it won’t be on a Friday afternoon.

After the symphony of John Deeres and Lawn Boys today, I shall pour a goblet of liquid gold and ponder starting up me own mower at 7 am Saturday in reverance for those evening diehards. And for their honour guard I just may remove the muffler!

Morning in May

2011-05-02T18:37:00.003-04:00

Misty May morning
rivers current creates soothing sounds
as I inhale its beauty

Ahhh, Earth Day

2011-04-23T21:28:00.006-04:00

Leaves of Bloodroot
slowly unfurl, their blooms
of white happily shine in the sun

Scillias of azure blue abuzz
teased open by bees
thirsty, longing for nourishment

Nails short and ragged
clogged with rich black earth,
a gardeners’ badge of honour

Robins follow freshly turned soil
listening, watching for a sign
of twisting movement

Pale green leaves shoot upward
buds of Daffies, tender to the touch
patiently wait for a cloudy day

Juncos perform two steps forward
one step back, digging
for winters leftover seeds

Spent Hydrangea heads
crumpled, cast aside
cover the ground with confetti

Over wintered compost
natures black gold, dug out
to replenish tired beds

Muddy shoes lined up
on the garden bench to dry
soles skyward, warming in the sun

While the tired and dirty gardener
eases back onto her throne
relaxed with face to the sun, she smiles

Robins sing vespers

2011-04-07T20:50:00.005-04:00

Robins sing vespers
giving thanks for warm earth
bountiful with food and substance
after a nourishing spring rain.

Mosaic orbs in the garden pulsate
in a kaleidoscope of colours
as the sun sets on another day,
while Robins sing vespers.

Crumpled leaves blow
twirling in the cool breeze
only to set sail on The Ponds surface,
while Robins sing vespers.

Quarter moon wrapped
in the Da Vinci glow
as it has for thousands of years,
while Robins sing vespers.

Spring has arrived this gentle eve
slowly, assuredly, at her own pace
life is refreshed, renewed,
and Robins sing vespers…

Parchment

2011-03-26T16:53:00.003-04:00

For more reams of paper visit Theme Thursday.

Shamrocks and Violets

2011-03-16T17:31:00.009-04:00

A mismatch
in the colour wheel
of a perfect spring garden
yet together
they create pleasing harmony
in our dreary, dismal landscape

Penned for the colour prompt at Magpie Tales.
Slainte!

Orchid of The Night

2011-03-11T21:44:00.011-05:00

Orchid of the night
Illuminates the darkness
With her quiet pallet

I spied this beauty sitting alone on a rack. Well not quite alone but sitting amongst the pinks, reds and purples of her family. Her serene beauty stood out from the clash of vibrancy surrounding her. The softest hues of celery green with a dash of smokey rose and crème on her lower petals made me stop and sigh. There was no discussion and so she came home with me.

Officially she belongs to the Phalaenopsis family or Moth Orchid. When I look at her I see a Luna Moth, so soft and gentle with luminescent wings. The particular clan is unknown but that’s fine by me because she has joined my clan and is adored sitting in my nest brightening the day as well as the night with her glow.

Operatic Tomes

2011-03-04T17:51:00.009-05:00

Forgotten, worn, loved and torn
operatic tomes rest upon the maestros shelf
breathlessly waiting for their return performance,

and aged voices will be heard once more

For more wonderful books please visit Theme Thursday.

Point of Salvation

2011-02-26T13:40:00.005-05:00

The only point of salvation
harkens to those lost at sea
guiding their way safely home
casting aside natures nightlights
sure to lead wanting sailors astray
onto the soul shredding rocks
begging for sacrifices along the shore.

More points of light may be found here on Theme Thursday.

To all The Lovers

2011-02-12T21:46:00.007-05:00

I rise to a colourful dawn,
her cloak, ribbons of pastels
as on my pallet of watercolours,
cause me to pause and gaze
at this wondrous gift
while pondering my beloved
smiling at this glowing view
knowing we share the same
over the high and lowlands,
yet still I yearn to walk
with you, by moon glow
strolling into the misty dawn
on stardust, that lights our path

Come dance with me...

2011-01-28T21:40:00.001-05:00

our reflections in the lake
shimmer silently beneath us
as we step lightly
gliding, laughing, twirling
over the crashing waves,
now settle into ripples
from our strength
calming the stormy waters
into a languid pool
serene and at peace.

Come dance with me…

My dear friend introduced me to a beautiful song When You Taught Me How To Dance. Thank you Sean

Ode to The Wolf Moon

2011-01-21T20:55:00.003-05:00

From the nearby woods
I listen to my clan howling
over the river, to the family
seeking shelter as morning nears
safe and protected from the day.

The run with kin over the snow
has ended, they leave me
exhausted and shivering,
their fur unknown to this body,
and I look to the east.

Thru naked and gnarled limbs
of oak, walnut and maple
your morning rays shine
stroking warmth into my flesh
chilled from a long January night.

I welcome you this morn
O wolf moon shining full
upon this icy landscape
barren, void of colour and life
until your rays penetrate my soul.

Warm me, I beg you
wrap your rays around my body
infuse my being with your heat
while I reveal in your life source
once again becoming myself.

Celestial - Haiku

2011-01-12T20:26:00.003-05:00

Mother Natures’ night lights
illuminates the path of life
on my journey thru the woods

Walk with me while I
give to you celestial wonders
that beat within my heart

Glimmering star fields
provides welcoming
lanterns to the traveler

Dearest of my heart
look for me shining upon you
brightening your soul

This frosty wintery night
one’s breath whispers to the stars
keep him safe with your glow

Celestial offerings for Haiku Heights

Do you see...

2011-01-07T20:40:00.004-05:00

Do you see the dance of snow flakes
sheltered and safe in the frosted sacred glen
sparkling amongst snow laden boughs
curtsying and bowing to each other
whilst laughing throughout the night.

Do you see the wee wild creatures
and their dance steps of frivolity and finesse
illuminated by the waning moon so soft and fine
keeping in wondrous tune with the snow flakes
as they laugh throughout the night.

Do you see this pondering soul
answering the call of shimmering snow flakes
she light of heart and step and warm with delight
surrendering as she happens upon this magical site
at peace she will laugh throughout the night.

New Years Blessing

2011-01-02T20:56:00.019-05:00

I was somewhat chuffed when I read a comment on Charity – Haiku from Elise, The Everyday Goddess. Her Goddess Award is very heartfelt. Thank you Elise.

This left me to ponder. While I’m no Goddess except to the creatures in The Pond who address me as Princess, well except for Fang though his crankiness is inbred, it says something about the blogging community. So many folks interconnecting and writing about their lives, their gardens, their art, thoughts and dreams, but mostly their worlds and how a few words from the heart affect people.

Bloggers have warm souls allowing us to share good and bad times and will even pop by every once and awhile during a dry spell if only to say “Hellloooo ????” That usually brings a darno, I’ve neglected Ponderings and my friends. Well, not so much neglected but life gets in the way at times, arrghhh.

I’ve the pleasure to contribute to Magpie Tales and Haiku Heights and I must say the welcoming at both sites is unique, encouraging and filled with souls who write for the sake of expression. Thank you for providing the prompts and allowing us these forums. Not only to participate, but to read and join other like minded folks. Tis always a treat delving into another’s thoughts. ;)

To Speedy and Eric at Ruminations, you’ve both been with me the longest and I cherish your friendship. Truly. To Rogue, well ya know, merci dere hey. To everyone else spread over this earth from Aussieland, to India, to Europe, the UK and North America, thank you for your friendship.

Before I get sappy and I can, o indeedie I can, I wish everyone, participants, hosts, followers and commenter’s the healthiest and safest New Year. May it be filled with dreams come true and happiness that knows no bounds. I look forward to reading your ponderings one and all.

Cheryl
Goddess of The Pond

Charity - Haiku

2010-12-29T08:36:00.004-05:00

This soul smiles warmly
as an open wallet empties
into a Sally Ann’s kettle

On alert for neighbours cats
while the bird feeder overflows,
feathered friends feed in peace

Charity, sharing ones heart
with those souls silently
pleading for a helping hand

Charity, such a thoughtful word. Please visit Haiku Heights for more thoughtfulness.

Peace, love and laughter

2010-12-24T21:04:00.003-05:00

The Christmas Tree
bathed in gold
shimmers as hands
hang beloved ornaments
of glass, silk and paper
watched over by an
inherited Angel slightly
worn but ever cherished
while the wreath wrapped
in cones, nuts and ribbons
still sparkling after the years
adorns the wooden door
guarding the fragile garland
surrounding the rusted obelisk
this day now brought to life
in evergreens, artemisia,
and plump hydrangeas
which lovingly overlooks
the red candled wreath
upon the candelabra
shining with sun beaten beads
of red and silver stars
all enjoyed by family and friends
anxiously waiting, warm inside
with tummies hungry
for Christmas cookies.

May you all find peace, love and laughter this season
but most of all may these feelings last with you throughout the year.

Cheryl

Dance in The Moonlight

2010-12-17T21:04:00.001-05:00

A gentle, soft eve
flakes falling ever so slowly
dancing in moonlight
surrounding The Pond

The Pond, well worn
around one edge
from the paws of creatures
seeking respite of their thirst.

Thirst, for nourishment
in the dead landscape
of barren Winters’
frozen earth needing warmth.

Warmth, bundled and safe
from the bitter North wind
blowing unforgiving
causing life to seek shelter.

Shelter, peace with oneself
gazing out thru frosted glass
while the snow flakes
dance in moonlight.

Faith

2010-12-10T18:07:00.004-05:00

Faithfulness
surrendering to your heart
while banishing the unknown

Separation of distance
though faith in each other
maintains our strength

Faith, hope and charity
these three charms chime
from my heart ringed bracelet

Belief in one self
becomes faith in others
during difficult times

If it’s December
I have faith
it will snow :)

Ponderings prompted by faith in Haiku Heights.

Silk - Haiku

2010-11-13T20:00:00.002-05:00

soft as the web you weave
hardy as your interwoven strands
silken as your life it be

wrapped in silk threads
soft and warm
saffron shines upon the face

silk, the whispered word
slides off the tongue
sensual, pleasing to the touch

For more silk please visit Haiku Heights

Clasp - Haiku

2010-11-12T18:46:00.002-05:00

Autumns last blooming roses
clasped in unforgiving frost
shatter in the pickers hand

Penned for the theme word clasp at Haiku Heights

Dona Nobis Pacem

2010-11-05T20:28:00.002-04:00

The Forgotten One

2010-10-29T18:04:00.008-04:00

I’m so cold
under the weight
of frozen earth
pressing down,
suffocating my soul.

Someone, please
release me
from this grave
of deathly darkness
where I don’t belong.

Let me feel
the Autumn sun
warm my face,
the crackle of leaves
under my feet.

Allow my soul
to dance again
in the sunshine
with my love,
someone, please
please release me…

Brrrrr, the forgotten one speaks as do others at Magpie Tales

Thru The Open Door

2010-10-17T15:45:00.008-04:00

You leave your window open
wishing me to follow
though I wonder
which path thru the hollow.

My love, send me a note
where I might find you
or do you plead I follow
your heartbeats true.

Now, I hear you love
thru glade and over dale
to be with you once more
I shall not fail.

Written while looking out the open window at Magpie Tales. View other ponderous tales here.

Three Most Dreaded Words

2010-10-11T21:08:00.001-04:00

The three most dreaded words to a northern gardener this time of year are SEVERE FROST WARNING. Yikes! I do admit I’m pushing the limit keeping planters outside however the plants are blooming profusely this time of year. I want to coddle them, keep them safe and warm but I know the inevitable. And so it must end but not without one last fight!

Scurrying I remove the fuchsias from the pergola and bring them inside laying the three pots down on an old sheet I’ve spread out on the den floor leaving a path just wide enough to get to the pooter. Next are the two hanging begonias. The one on the veranda has withered a tad from the north wind but blooms are still graceful. The other one, this gorgeous Bonfire Begonia is huge! She measures a good 4’ around and at least 5’ in length with her tendrils still covered in blooms. This will take extra gentleness to bring her in without loss of limb. Tis best to place them on chairs where their tendrils will hang much like Rapunzels’ locks.

Now mustn’t forget the veranda planters so full of ever blooming, red wax begonias. I don’t want to lose them either because of their colour. Note to self: do not water planters before the possibility of moving since the weight of each planter has increased 300%. No wonder my shoulders are sore this night. Four 6’ planters now carried in and sitting safe in the back hall.

The square planters filled with beautiful begonias, coleus and gartenmeister fuchsias are left to last being the heaviest. These fuchsias are the Candy Cane variety and are red, white and green striped. Hhhmmm, I wonder if I can repot and over winter because they would look gorgeous during the Silly Season. Full of rain soaked soil, I lug and tug, push and pull these into the house. My living room is now filled with chilled planters. This makes me ponder what creatures will wake in the warmth of the house and say “hey, nice home, don’t mind if we stay the winter do you”. I can only imagine…

On My Golden Pond

2010-10-09T17:19:00.013-04:00

On my golden pond
crinkled leaves sail
gently teased
by the breeze,

Yellow, amber,
rust and red
upon the water
they do rest,

Til the wind
raises them up
tenderly twirling
to their bed,

On moss plump
from Autumns rain
provides soft landing
for the final colour of this day.

For more glorious tales of a perfect Autumn view visit Magpie Tales

A Magpie Tale of A Lantern

2010-10-02T21:03:00.007-04:00

I see your face
reflected in the shade
seductively smiling at me
urging me to turn you on
bringer of light and warmth.

Shall I light your fire
and wait for you to fill me
with heat and substance
or would you prefer I freeze alone
in the forbidden darkness.

Daylight wanes and the house chills
on this Autumn night Lantern
what would you have me do…

Magpie Tale #34, The Lantern which may be found here.

Autumn pondering

2010-10-01T23:18:00.011-04:00

though summers light wanes

Bacchus
will continue his song

2010-09-24T20:01:00.006-04:00

The hot southern wind
ravishes the landscape
laying trees horizontal.

Standing stead fast
she shall not be deterred
remaining strong in the heat.

Just another day of challenges
for this northern woman
who will not become part of the landscape.

She is her own person
and not a member of the flock
in the cyber field of bah's.

Autumnal Equinox

2010-09-21T21:11:00.002-04:00

Autumn arrives
splashing the landscape
in glorious colours

Vertigo

2010-09-16T20:58:00.005-04:00

I stand on the edge with toes
twitching, not from nervousness
but from happiness for
they know the journey ahead.

With arms wide open
those toes spring my body
onto the swirling current
that surrounds the mountain.

Up, up and finally soaring
amongst the clouds
leaving the earthly worries
behind, for another time.

Soaring over pastel fields
and acres of human existence
I follow the river
sailing with ships at full sail.

The freedom of the tide
brings peace of mind
renewing my soul knowing
there is such a world for believers.

I watch the hustle and bustle below
every day peons, ever busy
going no where, yet striving to climb
the corporate ladder.

For this one moment I pity them
and yet I smile in serenity,
until the Monday morning
alarm clock rings.

This was written for The Inferno’s Coxswain “Vertigo” theme where we ask an artist from The Artist Challenge to choose one of their pieces of art and the writers interpret it in words. You may find Ray Shuells painting here as well as the entire Vertigo collection.

A Fluttering Bye

2010-09-09T21:07:00.001-04:00

Colourful movements
of orange and black
floating on the wind
catches my eyes.

Over the rooftop
tiny stained glass wings
translucent in the sun
pass without a sound.

Monarch butterflies
begin their journey
to their warm winter home
fluttering on by
fragile butterflies.

Affectionate Anarchy or How I Hate to Need you

2010-08-22T15:29:00.003-04:00

I hate my dependency on you
always fighting the need
to have you in my daily life,
craving your darkness to make me whole
because of my paleness without you.

You promise lasting lushness and length
whispering full bodied volume
for all who are tempted
to believe in you, but after
one night you disappear into the air.

Tears leave my cheeks
streaked with drops of charcoal,
while a circus clown stares back at me
yet you declare yourself waterproof,
Hah! none have proven themselves so.

Now you tease me with shades
of blues, greens and plums;
with your gems, your feathers and glitter
leave those for the young
with flights of fancy in their eyes.

With mouth wide open
I twirl you closer and closer
up, over and down, defining myself
wondering if you’ll be the one
to transform me into a CoverGirl.

Written for The Inferno’s theme Affectionate Anarchy. What can I say but I’m a pale one and those ads make my eyes roll. Mascara indeed! I see the false eyelashes, o yes I do.

Look Up !

2010-08-11T17:45:00.003-04:00

Shooting stars criss cross the heavens
lost loved ones
reaffirming their memory in my heart

This week the Perseid Meteor Shower graces us with its presence.

I for one will be watching.

Her Lucky Charm

2010-08-05T14:23:00.006-04:00

“I give you 3 wishes and one may not be your freedom” she hissed thru cracked teeth and wrinkled lips. “What is your pleasure?”

He already knew she was much smarter than he, so began to tickle her palm with his toes, much like a cat kneading its keepers’ thighs before settling down. Might as well lull her into a sense of calmness before I leave he thought.

“First wish old woman. Water. Set me down in the pond.“

“You have your wish“, she mumbled bending over to release him.

He settled into the water, so cool and relaxing on his body and floated amongst the hyacinths. His legs stretched after days being kept in a cage, with only a saucer of water.

“Second wish old woman. Food. I need larvae, worms, not those dead flies you flicked my way.”

“I will find those for you while you refresh in the water” said she begrudging the thought of picking them wiggling and squirming out of the earth.

“Third wish old woman. Companionship. You’ve caged me alone and much too long. I need the touch of life.”

“But I have touched you.”

“You !, You!!!, Hah! Old woman. I shuddered every time your clammy, gnarled fingers neared me. You lost the touch years ago old woman that is if you ever had it.”

“I lost the touch you say? How dare you berate me with those words! You’ve forgotten it was I who saved you from the clutches of that creature. Yes I saved you and now you owe me your life.”

“Owe me your life? I think not old woman. Do you really believe I am staying here? With you? Think again old woman !!! “

“Oh you will stay with me, forever. In fact you’ve become a lucky charm to me. Your attitude towards your saviour has renewed me and my powers.”

Before he could respond, she waved her hand and the air filled with florescent smoke. As it cleared she smiled knowing she hadn’t lost her touch after all.

“Oh yes, you will be mine forever and eternity” she said softly kissing his silenced lips before hanging him in the shrubbery overlooking the pond.

O Luna

2010-07-25T20:41:00.007-04:00

I see you peeking thru the trees
your reflection in The Pond
smiling back at me
with no other in sight.

Are you flirting with me
O man in the moon
or asking me to dance
while you shine so bright.

I Gots Babbbbbbiessssss !!!

2010-07-24T21:53:00.002-04:00

Well, well, well, will wonders never cease this summer. When we last left off Firth had hopped into The Pond. Soon after, he was joined by Frogue. Two rather handsome frogs spending their days sunning on the rocks, swimming together, and even cuddling in the pennywort. The only thing I didn’t see them do was hopscotch. Not to say they didn’t, just that I never saw them.

Last weekend they disappeared and I was quite concerned because Rockii the neighbourhood racoon had been visiting and we know what its favourite food is. Little did I know those two had hopped off for a weekend get away. Now I understand why.

So far I’ve counted 18 wee frogs, woooooooo hooooooooooo, I gots babies !!! They are perfectly formed (not unlike poor Jack Sparrow a few years ago who had only one eye and swam in circles), and could easily sit on a loonie with room to spare.

They spend the day sitting on the stones surrounding The Pond, floating on the water lettuces and just having froggie fun. I can always tell when there’s a creature near by as the Plop! Plop! Plop! from their jumping into the water echoes thru the garden. Watching them I’m reminded of new born lambs trying out their legs, kicking and prancing thru a meadow.

Firth did return and he is now named Firthess ‘cause it’s kinda fitting. She spends most of her day on the throne watching over her brood. Where Frogue is, only he knows. Perhaps he hopped off to a less noisy pond.

Sun of A Gun

2010-07-18T14:25:00.005-04:00

Doris schlepped her way into the kitchen still half asleep from another one of "those" nights. Her yellow flannel pajama's, with the goldfish blowing bubbles out of twisted mouths, were drenched from the nights sweat.

She opened the fridge door, sighing as the cool air tickled her body. Reaching into the usual spot, her hand found nothing. Then her hand thumped over a casserole dish and tupperware holding last nights’ supper but still no carton! Heart beating faster Doris peered in and shook at the gaping sight.

"Alllllrightttttttttttt !!! Who took MY soy milk !?!?!"

Hearing something gag, she spun around to see Fred spewing his coffee onto the linoleum floor.

"What the hell Doris ! That was soy milk ? No wonder the coffee tasted so bad. Why can't you just drink normal milk like the rest of us."

"Normal milk, NORMAL MILK ?!? Do I happen to look like I need NORMAL milk ?!?"

Fred, being the ever loving husband of 30 years knew better then to answer, and instead offered to make her breakfast; her favourite pancakes, poppy seed pancakes, like the ones he had just finished. The carbs will comfort her he thought.

Reaching into the pantry, he pulled out the glass container and this time put on his glasses. Oh dear, she’s not going to like this news.

“I’m sorry old girl, we seem to have run out of poppy seeds”, shaking the bottle at her, wondering what he used earlier.

Fred didn’t have much of a chance to think. Doris’s flaxseed container was quite empty, shattering hard as it fell to the floor from Fred’s limp hand. The impact of the iron skillet left a round indentation in his head, while fracture lines radiated around his skull.

“Well, sun of a gun” Doris mumbled staring at her dear Fred crumpled on the floor. “I thought that skillet was T-Fal.”

This was written for a challenge at The Inferno and all names have been changed to protect the guilty. har har

I Begonia Enjoy You

2010-07-04T15:22:00.007-04:00

I know, I know. I was self banned from one nursery but I didn't say all of them. Just look at those glorious colours ! Perfect for the shaded patio. This forgotten one needed a home and I knew just the place. Uh hunnhhh. Sssshhhhhh, I'm sure I'll hear about it later :D

Embrace Me Summer Breeze

2010-07-02T13:45:00.003-04:00

Embrace me summer breeze
wrap me in your tendrils lifting me up
so I may tiptoe amongst clouds
to soothe these weary feet.

Embrace me summer breeze
float me over the kaleidoscopic landscape
of poppy fields red, lavender hedges
and sunflowers kissed by the sun.

Embrace me summer breeze
twirl me in swaying lush treetops
that I may sing to the nestlings
a lullaby hushed and sweet.

Embrace me summer breeze
let me slide over a rainbow
surrounding myself in its colours
vibrant and exotic as saris.

Embrace me summer breeze
cool this exhausted body
from a sweltering day
caressing me into sleep from the heat.

Embrace me summer breeze
give me wings so I may
kiss the man in the moon
for illuminating the path all these years.

Embrace me summer breeze
Embrace me…

Another wee ditty written for The Inferno.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream or Was It ?

2010-06-16T20:58:00.004-04:00

For The Inferno's Midsummer Night's Dream theme. Such a lovely topic which I thorougly enjoyed.

Awake before dawn, Gwendolyn dressed not stopping for breakfast. The air was cool and a refreshing breeze blew thru the garden. Perfect for keeping the skidders away she said to no one but herself. All windows were opened wide and out she bounded thru the French door to her oasis, her Eden, The Pond.

Time flew as it does when one sinks themselves into their passion. Lunch had come and gone, and nearing the supper hour Gwendolyn succumbed to the rumbling in her tummy. Feet as brown as peat moss, dirt encased fingernails and sweat soaking her shirt she sat down. Just for a wee rest before cleaning up Gwendolyn thought.

The warmth of the day relaxed her body and as her eyelids fluttered she faintly heard the soft peep of Firth. He was the first of the frogs who found themselves drawn to The Pond this year. Smaller then most but he was the first and therefore deserved to be named.

Gwendolyn fought the feeling to stay awake for natures’ nightlights soon to appear but she was weary. Closing her eyes for the last time she let herself drift to sleep, perchance to dream...

“Take my hand
one such fair of face
we journey forth
to the most secret place.

A magical place
where dreams are made
on this midsummer night
our lives will be laid.

Lay with me in the mossy fen
sheltered by ash and oak
enchantment will surround us
nary a word may be spoke.

Accept from the damsel flies
their offering of honeysuckle so sweet
its nectar will bring visions
of wonderment so complete.

See the orbs flickering in the evening mist
gathering round the fire so bright
look closely and you will see
pixies, elves, even wayward trolls this night.

Come dance with me fair of face
leave the world of your being
whilst I place upon you a floral crown
only you know its meaning.

Of wild roses, irises and valerian
their fragrances as sweet as thee
in hues of pink, yellow and purple
as vibrant as our life I doth see.

The faerie folk await you fair of face
don the ladyslippers at your feet
take hold the wings of dragonflies
allow ourselves too meet.

In the fen amongst friends
we will dance and laugh and sing
this midsummer night
in the magical faerie ring.”

Gwendolyn woke to the soft pinging of natures’ nightlights floating thru the trees. Shaking her head, she wondered what brought on that dream! She knew she usually dreamed after a full tummy but hers hadn’t been fed all day.

Stretching, she rose and felt something drop to the ground from her head. Gwendolyn picked up one of her favourite flowers. Inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of valerian she looked around knowing full well her own had not made it thru a nasty winter 3 years ago.

Spying Firth sitting on his rock, she walked over to look him in the eyes and gasped at what was in his mouth. Why is he holding a sprig of valerian and why do I suddenly hear Ravel’s Bolero? Firth winked at Gwendolyn and then she knew that was not just a dream on this midsummer night.

My Addiction

2010-06-12T15:54:00.005-04:00

I have a serious addiction. Yes I admit it has taken a toll on me. My hands shake and saliva runs every week waiting for my fix. No more I said this morning and ventured forth to deal with it head on.

I visited 3 local garden centres, what? again? you ask? Yes, again. But but but, the sales are on I reasoned with meself, and there are a few holes in the new Celtic Circle garden that well ummm need filling.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step in healing they say. Hhmmm just who are “they” and have they ever experienced the joy in finding that perfect Hosta? Golden in colour edged in white it will brighten up that spot over there. Of course it will ! I know it will.

The last centre is having a super sale on perennials and yes I came home with a few, well okies, more then a few. They are an investment after all and will multiply yearly. That is good enough for me.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have told the garden centre manager, “if you see me here again this year, bar me, boot me, send me home” because I know this weeks sale of 25% off will be 50% next week. Now you're talking !!!

My Frillies

2010-05-29T15:05:00.005-04:00

my frilly fushias
twirl in the summers breeze
dressed in colourful tutu's

Earth Day, Have a Heart

2010-04-22T18:06:00.002-04:00

There Be Beauty

2010-04-10T21:43:00.004-04:00

She came to town as she had every Wednesday for the past 56 years, to do the usual shopping for weekly provisions. Now living alone she made one trip do as her age was taking a toll on her travelling in from the country. She refused to move to town from the family farmstead she had shared with her sister.

The necessities were bought and paid for and while making her way along Main Street she paused to look in the window of the treasure shop. It was filled with stained dresses, straw hats, washboards and of course a treadle Singer sewing machine which had seen better days. Her eyes gazed at the once loved items now on display. Such a shame to see them end their lives this way she thought.

Something caught her eye in the corner. Pressing her face to the glass, she cupped her hands around her eyes and peered in. An “oh my” escaped her mouth and she hurriedly stepped into the store.

“I’ll take that one!” she shouted to the clerk.

Woken from her latest Romance novel, the clerk followed the old lady’s fingers over to the dusty window sill. She can’t be serious she thought looking at “that one”. But a sale was a sale after all and this treasure trap needed it.

While the clerk wrapped that one, she paused and glanced around the shop, and saw a movement behind the rusty Coke rack. A wee white paw seemed to be waving at her. She walked over, unsure if it was her eyes or maybe a breeze from the overhead fan causing it to move. All she knew was that she had to know.

There it hung, on a dusty rack. Stuck, as if the clerk had to find a place for it and this made do. She brushed aside a parasol and stood with tears welling in her eyes. The poor thing was suspended with arms and legs twisted. One eye askew, fur falling out but there was that same wee sewn on smile.

She gently removed it from the rack, blew the dust away and walked to the checkout clutching it dearly. Thoughts of her twin sister long departed and their precious stuffed bears flooded through her mind.

Nodding to the clerk, she said “I’ll take this one as well. They can not be separated ever! They need each other more then you know.”

“But why do you want this one too? It’s ugly, worn and tattered, like the other one and doesn’t look at all like a teddy bear! “

She smiled, reminiscing of those happy days long ago, and replied,

“Ahh young lady but don’t you realize, can’t you see? There is beauty in the eye of this bear holder”.

This was a submission for The Inferno's "Beauty In The Eye of The Beholder". I do enjoy a good pun :)

Happy Feet

2010-03-19T22:04:00.002-04:00

Me toes are itching,
soles are warm and flexing
they are happy once again.

I leave before lights flick on,
stepping out, inhaling
glancing about while toes twitch.

Into the dark morning I toddle
secure in comfey new shoes
just me and happy feet.

Commuter bus zooms by at 5:40,
sleepy silhouettes settle in
oblivious to me and happy feet.

Green mustang convertible speeds along
late no doubt, this time with top up
keeping warm like happy feet.

Robins gleefully warble good mornings
waking from a restful sleep
as did me happy feet.

I has Happy feet,
Happy too be walking once again.

The Sweet Oblivion

2010-03-16T18:30:00.006-04:00

Rybellah woke trembling from another night of whisperings from Mother Earth. Her pleading to humans fell on deaf ears. Why do you treat me this way? Have I not given you sunlight to warm yourselves, to cook your food? Clear, clean water to quench your thirst? Seeds and fertile earth to provide you substance? Trees to shelter you? Why do you poison me so humans? Why ?!?

She was a determined ole soul and even more determined to help humans realize the path they’ve chosen will lead to their demise. We need them, thought Rybellah. Without humans we will no longer be. We need them as much as they need us.

Her clan listened to her plan but their warnings fell on deaf ears. And so off she set on the longest journey Rybellah would ever experience. Her faerie tail disintegrated leaving bits and pieces along the trail, so she may find her way home. Lonesome sparkles separated from their being.

Entering the land of humans, Rybellah’s breathing soon came in gasps, the stench of waste smothering her. Her footsteps laboured but she trudged on knowing she must find a dreamer, if only there is one human who believed. We will be saved. It can’t be that difficult after all.

Rybellah searched the continents, flying over the frigid Arctic, tip toeing over desert sand dunes, searching noisy, hustling city streets, skipping thru Amazonian forests. There were none. Where are the believers who kept this earth alive?

She weakened with every step, with every flight. Without belief she would perish and knew she needed to return home. Home, to family, to loved ones, to life. Her strength waning, she found refuge under an ole Oak tree. Perhaps sleep would help her out of this nightmare.

Dreybgh, her father, appeared at his sleeping child’s side. “Daughter, do you not realize, humans have lost belief, the dream. They consider themselves above us, no longer needing our magic. Have you not seen this? Suffered thru their self destruction enough?”

Opening her eyes Rybellah whispered, “Father, take me home, I am tired, worn and beaten. They have forgotten the magic, are too busy to think of us while they destroy life. This journey was more then I imagined as I found no one who believed.”

“Come my child, my dear Rybellah, return home with me. Our world, as is the humans’ world is doomed. There are no dreams left to be dreamt and nothing to keep us alive. We will pass into time as we have lived, into sweet oblivion.”

Dear reader do you believe in the magic which surrounds us? Once we forget we become the forgotten...

My submission in The Inferno's "Into Oblivion" challenge. As a side note, the picture is a combination of watercolour background meant to show a polluted sky, while the eye and tears represent Mother Earth crying unless humans for lack of a better phrase, SMARTEN UP !

The Scent of Spring

2010-03-06T20:58:00.003-05:00

There is a scent this day
in the forest,
the scent of Spring.

Maples nectar flows freely
while man nurtures
this juice so sweet.

This scent envelopes
every living being,
the fragrance of life renewed.

Wrap Me in Ribbons

2010-02-22T20:42:00.007-05:00

Wrap me in ribbons,
Golden
as swaying autumn wheat

Wrap me in ribbons,
Green
as rain moistened moss

Wrap me in ribbons,
Cream
as newly hatched chicks

Wrap me in ribbons,
Saffron
as a sweltering sunset

Wrap me in ribbons,
Indigo
as a winters twilight sky

Wrap me in ribbons,
Lavender
as the fields of Provence

Wrap me in ribbons,
Umber
as the rich dark earth

Wrap me in ribbons,
Opalescent
as dewdrops on spider webs

Wrap me in ribbons of Valentines
My love
whilst I wrap you in mine.

Twinkle & Soggy Bottom Together Again

2010-02-13T20:47:00.008-05:00

I sit motionless on the throne. Well not quite a regal throne with hand carved creatures and flourishes but the best this Princess of The Pond has. Feet up, cool goblet, light breeze blowing thru the garden and a good days work done. Tis time to ponder, ponder the nattering these ears heard this morn, reflect and smile.

I had finished scraping moss off the side walkway, been an awfully damp summer so far, and took the over flowing pail to the rear bed. This bed is under planting having dug up all grass and transplanted Periwinkle, Lemon Pennywort, Ivy and other such groundcovers Tis a very shady area under the ole maple tree. Perfect for a hide away.

Clearing a spot around the copper kettle I knelt with pail and trowel. Gently removing each clump I set about placing them just so then tenderly pushing them into the ground to take root. With all this rain I knew they would grow together very soon providing a soft, plump carpet for whichever creature came to rest upon.

Always having the ears of an owl I stopped tendering when voices were heard. Glancing around I saw no one, then continued. Hhhhhmmm, there it tis again I thought, very soft voices barely audible. Keep working I said to meself, just maybe you’ll find the source of the voices.

Continuing to poke and plant I gave up, and said “ I hear you, ya know “.

Silence, as the nattering ceased.

“ There’s no need to worry, I can’t quite make out your words so continue on with your conversaton. “

Still silence, so I decided to break the ice.

“ Let me introduce meself, I am Miss Moss, creator of this forest. This is me home and you're welcome to rest, though who might you be ? “

After a few minutes, waiting for any type of response and hearing none, I resigned meself to having the last words.

“ Fine ! Be like that! If you don’t wish to reply then so be it. However you’re being very rude so if you don’t mind just bugger off elsewhere or I’ll let the neighbours cat who is quite the cunning hunter have free reign of the garden ! “

The next sound heard was rustling from a pile of dried leaves along the fence.

“ Did you hear that Twinkle ? She’s going to let that mangy cross eyed cat roam here! What shall we do? “

“ Soggy! Shhhhhhh, she’ll hear you. “

“ But, but, but, I don’t care Twinkle you know how it hunts. We’ve seen the carcasses. I don’t want to end up like them !!! “

“ Let me think Soggy, hush up ! “

“ Twinkle, she looks harmless and is minding her own business. Never once did she complain about the orbs we plucked out of the pond and threw into the beds. “

“ I know Soggy, I know, but do you see how she wields that trowel, she scares me. “

Soggy? Did I hear the name of Soggy ? I’m sure I did. I’m going to ask and wait for a response. This way I’ll know for sure.

“ I still hear you two. I’m not deaf. By the way Soggy, how’s that bottom of yours? Dried up has it ? “

“ O my Twinkle, she knows, she knows me! What will we do ? ”

“ Hush! “

Remembering a lovely Spring night I took a chance………

“ Twinkle? Is that you with Soggy ? Man o man, I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you doing? I’ve missed your sparkles Twinkle. Why do I think you two know each other ? “

I sat back grinning, while their silence spoke volumes. Twinkle and Soggy had finally found each other and I couldn’t be happier.

Early Winter Morn

2010-01-29T18:11:00.001-05:00

I lock the door
& while sliding to the car
I gaze upwards
as I’ve done every morn
reading the clouds

Are they fluffy & white this grey time?
ahh snow is coming
are they whispy, speeding across the sky?
clearer weather is on its way
or is it a cloudless sky,
as natures nightlights fade

The eastern sky was soft
hue of a ripe peach
soft & comforting
while Acacia trees
chimed with ice crystals
on thin brown branches

Faint fog drifted upwards
as the earth warmed
my breath exhaled a sigh
easing this soul
for the day will be just fine…..

Tiny Words

2010-01-16T15:54:00.003-05:00

I love tiny words, in particular haikus. Sweetly short poems using few words to describe emotions. After all events, or scenes, are felt by the writer, so why not express them as such.

I am thrilled to find a favourite site up and running again. Once again these tiny words are delivered daily to my mail box and I am happy. Have a boo at these Tiny Words, read and smile as I do.

Your scent lingers
on pillows held tight
while I dream of us

Joy to One & All

2009-12-24T14:02:00.004-05:00

From my place in this world to yours, I wish you happiness, health, peace & love,

Cheryl

Winter Sunrise

2009-12-19T21:44:00.004-05:00

Such a view I have from the office window. From the second floor I see the river which meanders thru my town. The view is exceptional in the early morn. Facing east I watch the sun yawn and stretch her self awake to shine upon us.

Winter morns are special. By 7 I’m in and already gazing out, wondering what colours she will don. The days of late with frigid temperatures she wears her pastels and I’m not disappointed with her choice.

Peach coloured sky as a backdrop to the grey whisps of chimney smoke foretells the coldness of the day. Her reflection on the river now covered in thin clear ice bounces off the shoreline overgrown with frost kissed trees.

As she warms she shines brighter painting the sky in a vivid blue. Those chimney smokes turn to white and soon become non existent for the viewer. Trees fade into the distance, bare branches standing on guard doing their best to ward off the offending cold.

And I return to the work at hand satisfied I’ve watched my world wake to a new day…

The Reveal

2009-11-21T20:59:00.007-05:00

This blogging world amazes me. In me realm there are artists, writers, gardeners, ponderers, all such wonderful folk. I was asked to contribute a few words to The Artist Challenge for The Reveal Challenge. The following is me pondering :)

The Reveal

The ancient oak stood strong
centred in the grove of saplings
her young, from her acorns
once seeds of a union so intense
it is still whispered on the wind.

Weathered bark peeled away
with each years passing leaving
her body, her mighty limbs
torn twigs, shredded leaves falling
before the season said change

Axes struck sharp and hard
shattering the forest calm while
creatures paused in silent reverence
as The Green Man gathered acorns
revealing their secret for eternal life

Come sit with me at The Pond today

2009-11-08T20:42:00.002-05:00

Come sit with me at The Pond today
I’ll tell you tales of ole
of a simpler time when we were young
where our future was foretold.

Come sit with me at The Pond today
watching the clouds float by
chosing shapes and patterns
known only by us with our own eyes

Come sit with me at The Pond today
imagining armada’s setting out to sea
while leaves float over the water
as our minds set sail at ease.

Come sit with me at The Pond today
soaking in the warmth of suns rays
though Winter will be soon upon us
we know there will be better days.

Come sit with me at The Pond today
following ladybugs and dragonflies
flitting about in their last hurrah
ss they seek shelter while waving goodbye.

Come sit with me at The Pond today
Come sit with me at The Pond…

Halloween Haiboo's

2009-10-30T21:08:00.002-04:00

Blood torn, hacked fingers
mandolin trashed
chunky cheese will do

Spirits rise in darkness
never seeing tall trees
souls spatter the ground

Halloween kisses
temporary sweetness
on a blackened tongue

Shrieks from the outhouse
goblins scurry laughing
pinecones replaced newspaper

Bats, spiders, rats
smoke rises, nostrils twitch
Igor cooks tonight

Tombstones creak and moan
bonie fingers grasp air
bassist needed in the graveyard

Creatures hide in shadows
larger then life
til dawns' illumination

A Cold Evil Makes Its Way

2009-10-24T12:37:00.004-04:00

Day quickly hides,
as night wakes early
enveloping the earth
under a cloak of blackness
warning us of the onslaught.

Trees quake and shiver,
their armour shed
leaving spear like branches
to fend off the intruder
as its warriors draw near.

Sun loses her brilliance,
subtly drawing a veil
over her rays to protect herself
while withdrawing south
no longer having a battles strength .

Leaves coiled in deaths grasp,
once vibrant colours
faded become shattered
skeletons of their former life
left to seep into the earth.

Brilliant flora now broken,
and bitter from the lick
of a frozen tongue
crumbles into dust
leaving outlines on the ground.

Indentations in the grass,
hardened icy steps
prove its existence
marching to the field
where warmth and cold battle.

Something wicked this way comes,
we become a frozen landscape
while nature locked in such forlornness
leaves one to seek refuge
til natures strength is renewed.

I wrote this for the Something Wicked This Way Comes challenge at The Inferno. Do pop on over to read ponderings from a wonderful group of writers. And if me coding is up to scratch you can click The Inferno and poof away ye go.

Darkness becomes her

2009-10-04T22:35:00.007-04:00

Darkness becomes her
as its cloak wraps securely
spirits need their time
having fought during summer
against the sun.

Silent tears
wiped away by raindrops
on bare face
brings warmth to the lost soul
stumbling about this earth.

Thunder shudders the night
yet not her thoughts
she is at home with nature
the one true
in her life.

Lights should be extinguished
solace of the bed be found
but there are footsteps
in her soul
needing a path.

Will light bring answers
she thinks not
no one but her will answer
the questions
not dared to ask.

Looking out my office window...

2009-10-02T20:54:00.003-04:00

Soft sun wakes and yawns
Stars fade wrapping into sleeps cloak
Tendrils of mist languidly rise off the river
Dogs walk their owners in shadow
Scarlet Sumac shines against green of bush
Frogs seek solace in the river bank dirt
Maples rimmed with gold shimmers
Beaver slaps warning to early joggers
Pampas Grass sways along the tow path
Crows gather in the Elms
Virginia Creeper creeps around poles
Reeds shake in the rivers current
Juncos breakfast in cups of Wild Dill
Pale green Cucumber Vines smothers Buckthorn
Deer silently steps in dew kissed grass

Then the phone rings…

An Infernal Pondering

2009-09-23T20:04:00.003-04:00

I'm become a member of The Inferno. A fabulous group of ponderers, ummm writers. The first Dare was Curiousity Killed The Cat. Wellllllllllll, I couldn't resist knowing I had too many thoughts bouncing around in me head I needed to find that discipline I had before Spring arrived. This is my submission and I must admit I had fun. For some reason it flowed. Maybe I spent way too much time pondering this Summer ;) One of these days I will learn to code "the mousie over, click once and poof you're there" thingie so for now hop on over to The Inferno by looking over there -------> then scrolling down. Aye, it be a fine crew of wordlubbers.

I Pondered Too Long

Enh Enh Enh, shrieked the alarm clock shattering the calmness of the dark. Shit, did I set it last night? I’ve always woken up 6 minutes before the 4:26 am time anyways so why did I bother. I’ll be cranky all day now.

Rolling onto my back I felt a lump near me arse. Must be the pillows I bunched around me when I fell into bed I figured. That or it’s time to buy a new mattress as this one is rather worn and bumpy.

As I lay there my mind kept repeating snippets of the night. What in heavens name did I eat before bed time to have such thoughts. You have some imagination woman I thought so best to get up and be at it.

I groped for the lamp switch, heard the familiar click then nothing. Maybe one more click. Nope. Darkness remained. O well, I know this house like the back of my hand and have wandered about more times in the dark then I can count.

Tossing off the blankets I suddenly felt very chilly, almost clammy. Odd this time of year I thought, usually I’d be warm after being burrowed all night. I must have been really warm because my t-shirt was no where to be found.

Sitting up I felt a twinge in my back, which lessened once my legs swung out and over the edge. Standing up straight was not gonna happen. I was bent over from my knees right up thru to my shoulders. Crap! What is wrong with me this morning?

Well I can’t walk properly so might as well hop to the bathroom. Hop? Hop? Where the hell did that come from! I haven’t hopped since playing hopscotch as a wee one and I’m certainly not going to start again at this age.

Sliding my feet across the floor I noticed I had secure footings. Rather strange this, because my feet are always bare and I can grab dimes with me toes but not now. Perhaps because of the darkness I keep toes together, not wanting to wrap the babies around a chair leg. Yes that makes sense.

Feeling along the wall I found the light switch. A quick flip, and nothing. Up and down, up and down I flicked it and still no illumination to wake me. Good lord, that’s two for two. Did I change both bulbs months ago at the same time?

I reached the bathroom sink and grasped the taps. Hhmmmm, I can feel my fingertips touching each other. Having small hands and large taps I know this isn’t right but I need water and I need it bad.

I’m itching. I never itch, being blessed with good skin but now it feels dry, smooth, yet dry. Reaching the tub I grabbed the taps and twist opening them fully. The sound of running water relaxes me as if all was well. But it isn’t!

God my legs are heavy, my back aches so. Being hunched over, all I can do is sit on the rim and slide into the soothing water. This feels good as I slip under allowing myself to be completely submerged. Why do I feel the need to turn over bottom up?

My head pops up and I float, buoyant as a cork. The tub isn’t that deep. Yet I bob with feet and hands moving back and forth as if I were treading water. I’m confused as more snippets playback.

I turn over but can’t sit up, damn it! Is my back locked? All I can manage is floating on my side with knees drawn up. Why do I fit so easily in the tub, where normally all I could do was sit, and stretching was out of the question.

Rolling back I can easily pull my legs underneath me and sit up on haunches. O that feels so much better. But damn what a position to be in. Should I get out, that is if I can? There are so many thoughts in my head.

My stomach speaks hunger. Eyes shift to a fly on the window sill. I wonder what it tastes like? Would its wings stick in my teeth? The only bugs I’ve eaten were those wandering into an open sleeping mouth. My tongue flicks.

Concentrate woman I shout to no one but me. What were you doing last night? Reading, yes I read that book bought at the local second hand bookshop. Page worn, weather torn tome of an ancient craft. O shit!

Late summers eve, yes I remember sitting out by The Pond, reading by candlelight. While watching the creatures swim about. Did I say it? Out loud? I suddenly want to sink.

Slowly the sun rises softly lighting the house. Opening my eyes, I glance at my hands. I am freckled but this? These? I rub my eyes but eyelashes are non existent. Where’s my hair!!!!! My golden locks!!!!! There is nothing left.

I turn around towards the taps. I’ve always used them as a mirror, somewhat tarnished but reliable chrome. Staring back at me was not me. It was a creature I’ve come to know quite well all these summers. NOOOOOO, it can’t be. I can’t be!

An ole familiar song floats thru the open window. I hear you singing our song. O god I even understand the words. But how can I, my ears are mere bumps! Still, I must follow the notes.

My legs spring me up onto the sill, then over and out, tumbling into the planter. Looking up, way up, I see the tome lying open on the table. Nearby, a goblet drained of the nectar from the gods. Or was the nectar from him?

I see him, sitting on his throne of granite. He watches and waits but is it for me? I’m human aren’t I? Well, aren’t I? Why does a frog excite me so, this one above all. I must be losing my mind!!!

I pondered for what seemed an eternity, but the decision had been foretold in the tome. Hopping over to Frogue, I knew, he knew, this was right. This was destiny. And as Miss Martha says “ this is a good thing “.

The Pond

2009-09-16T19:08:00.005-04:00

In honour of 100 postings, wowzers I sure didn't know I could ponder that much, well okies, I fib, I thought it would be fitting The Pond be recognized. Seems I've taken more photos of the creatures who live there then the actual site, hhmmmm. I'll have to ponder on that. Cheryl :)

I shoulda

2009-08-01T16:59:00.003-04:00

I shoulda dusted & vacuumed today
instead I held the door open for the dust bunnies escape.

I shoulda brought pallet and paints to the patio
instead I painted me toenails.

I shoulda listened to music today
instead I heard the summers breeze blowing thru the trees.

I shoulda weeded & deadheaded the beds
instead I wondered at their growth and colour.

I shoulda mowed the grass today
instead I moussed and curled me hair.

I shoulda fed the flowering baskets
instead I delighted with Chickadeedeedees feeding their young uns.

I shoulda emailed friends today
instead I turned the pooter off and wrote.

I shoulda swept the patio
instead I tossed fallen petals into The Pond.

I shoulda called me love today
instead I let him be knowing he too enjoyed the warmth and sun.

I shoulda scrubbed the bathroom
instead I laughed at the frogs playing in their own.

I shoulda done the laundry today
instead I watched a squirrel sleep on the clothesline tree.

I shoulda cut a bouquet from the garden
instead I bought carnations of yellow, gold and red.

I shoulda, shoulda and shoulda today
instead I was just with me……….

Lights of The Night

2009-07-27T22:08:00.002-04:00

The brush of darkness
paints shadows in the garden.

Stars not seen in weeks
remain hidden amongst clouds.

Needing reassurance this night
these eyes search for a sign.

A spark high in the maple tree
draws me eyes upwards.

Smiling I glance about
High, low, to the left, to the right.

There you are Light of the Night
I found you, faith now restored.

Fond childhood memories of hot summer nights following these wee creatures flood me mind. Over fences, thru hedges, never knowing where next they would sparkle and always amazed when their wee bums would light up just for us. “Find me, if you can” they signaled and we did for hours. To this day I search for them and when I see that sparkle I rest assured knowing other munchkins are playing Hide and Seek with the Lights of the Night.

Soggy Bottom

2009-07-18T22:26:00.004-04:00

Suppose to be Summer with sunshine and heat but Mother Nature changed her mind. Every day I catch meself singing, “rain, rain, go away, come again another day”. Though the landscape is lush, gardens are suffering. Begonias molding, Lantanas fading, Maples rotting and aphids thrive. Ugggghhh.

As I puttered about in the garden between showers I spotted o so familiar footie prints in the damp soil. Tracking them thru wavering ferns, around large leafed hostas, I finally found their owner. He was curled up on a bed of moss, soft and plump from the rain sheltered under the ole Lilac.

Not wanting to disturb him I stepped back and huddled in amongst the Princes Feather. I sat what seemed like an eternity and waited watching his chest rising and falling with every breath. The poor wee soul was tired. His trousers worn, shirt was torn as if he had run for his life thru a raspberry patch. Scratches on his arms and face showed he did his best defending himself from whatever the hunter was. But now he was safe and I believed he knew it.

I became occupied swatting at skidders. Those blood sucking monsters that thrive in this climate even though I remind the froggies daily it is their duty to invite them to supper. Note to self: follow up with a memo. Me eyes may be failing but these ears will never and they perked as a faint ummmm reached them.

Glancing around to focus on the wee creature I smiled. He was stretching and sitting straight up, his eyes soaking in the surroundings.

“Well hello there” I softly spoke.

He blinked, his weathered face furrowing deeper.

“Tis ok, you’re safe here, there’s no need to worry”

Still looking about he mumbled something I’m not quite sure of but I did understand the affection. He was confused, scared and abit out of sorts. His eyes darted from me to the trees, back to me and then to the garden growth.

“Hmmmm, you haven’t a name we both understand but I shall call you Soggy Bottom. You’ve been lying on the damp moss long enough you’re quite soaked thru and needless to say your bottom is rather soggy.”

Did he agree ? That I don’t know for as soon as the words were out of me mouth he was up, and running. Droplets flying from his clothes as he scurried thru the Monarda, grabbing onto the Honeysuckle vine and up and over the fence.

I sighed but after a wee bit of pondering it grew into a smile. Soggy Bottom will return and he will meet Twinkle Bottom who no doubt will show him how to sparkle. After all two bottoms are better then none :)

Following you, following me

2009-07-11T20:36:00.001-04:00

Following you, following me
thru long grass we run
leaving down trodden paths
so we may never lose each other

Following me, following you
hearts beating as one
as our lives intertwine
with each other

Following you, following me
your sky, my sky
azure blue et brilliant sun
warming each other

Following me, following you
darkness twinkles her lights
illuminating our sky
shining on each other

Following you, following me
forever and a day
there is peace within our souls
knowing we are each other

Ode To A Rusty Screw

2009-06-18T21:56:00.003-04:00

I neglected you over the years,
yes, I shamefully admit it
and express sadness over doing so.

You held fast, damn fast,
never wavering or weakening,
always holding strong during storms.

However, you must understand
there comes a time in a relationship
when one partner must let go.

Twas so hard but a decision
I had to make after all these years
and your time had come.

Why do you make this so difficult
fighting me with every twist,
with every turn this heart beats faster.

My arms ache from the strain
wrists are swollen, veins popping
as I ponder where is Tai Bo when I need him.

Must I enlist one known as WD40
for you resist my gentleness
which mean you no harm.

I vow you will never be tossed aside
your place of honour is waiting
safe from the elements.

Relax, rest your battle is over
O Rusty Screw, tis time
to retire a tad rusty but ever so trusty.

Why? This is why....

2009-05-16T21:16:00.004-04:00

Why do I do it, year after year, I’m asked. I could flippantly say why not? But the answer grows deeper. It is in me blood, me name, under my fingernails. Seen in weathered laugh lines, freckles, scars. Heard in me crackling knees, the “o shites” , argghhhhs and sighs. Felt in this body seizing after a good days toil, heart felt thank you’s, and life nutured.

The “it” is gardening. I became one with the earth many moons ago mostly at me fathers side. Allowing me to turn up a perfect lawn and create carpets of colour. I’ve gardened with a fine ole English gentleman even though he was a tad anal making me use a ruler to plant his Marigolds. Each plant 8.5” apart, not 8 or 9 but exactly 8.5” I humoured him as his wife made the best homemade lemonade I’ve ever tasted. Thank you Mr. Stephenson. I gardened with a mad Irish Doctor, hell bent on testing me every time. Staking peas with branches, under planting corn with squash, not tests but lessons and well learned. The worst was hauling loads of wood thru the bull pasture, not in the contract but as stubborn as he was, I am more. Slainte Doc. More importantly, I learned from a grand ole gal Winnie. O she would shudder hearing her referred to as a gal. A proper English woman she thought she was but born here she wasn’t. I learned so much. The most bountiful Asparagus beds held the secret of salt and Iceland poppies. Who knew ?

I have bookcases of gardening books mostly purchased for the pictures. Hey I’m a visual person ! I can look at one and figure it out, no instructions needed just trial and error. That’s why I do “it”. There is something in me that enjoys a challenge. If I ponder deeply it is not so much as a challenge but more so tickling life from nothing. Much like an artist takes a blank canvas and with a few brushes and paint pots creates a master piece, I take a warm patch of earth and with a few seeds create me own.

This is me masterpiece. :)

Earth Day

2009-04-21T20:14:00.004-04:00

Thru the mist I walk on grass covered in dew.
I see you peaking thru the trees unsure if you should rise.
You are welcomed Soleil even in your morning gown.
Shine upon us, shine upon this Earth.

O gentle rain

2009-04-18T18:53:00.001-04:00

O gentle rain
soak my earth,
allow my roots
to drink of thee
growing plump and strong.

O gentle rain
soak my leaves,
wash off Winter
to unleash these leaves
binding my strength.

O gentle rain
soak my buds,
aid my vibrancy
to enlighten the landscape
bringing life where there is none.

O gentle rain
soak myself,
rid me of silence
to breathe the air
refreshing these stale lungs.

Pittie pat, pittie pat

2009-04-04T21:14:00.001-04:00

You’re here !
I welcome you with heart a flutter
Pittie pat, pittie pat, o bringer of life

I hear birds rejoice
on the morn walkies
Pittie pat, pittie pat, the song of life

I feel earth warming
uncovering new growth
Pittie pat, pittie pat, nurturing life

I see wonderous colours
as the sun rises
Pittie pat, pittie pat, reflecting life

I smell freshness
while gentle rains bathe me
Pittie pat, pittie pat, renewed life

I touch our beings
welcoming you once again
Pittie pat, pittie pat, as we spring to life

Twinkle Bottom

2009-03-14T21:49:00.001-04:00

Tis the season when the wee folk run rampart springing to life after spending the winter sleeping in the hollows. This is a tale about one particular wee folk… Twinkle Bottom.

Winter had been long and harsh. Snow was thigh deep in the highlands. Yet it was a soft snow meaning as you took a step you would sink soundly. Not even snowshoes would save you from wrecked knees, splintered ankles.

March arrived with warm temperatures, sunny skies and fresh aire. Avian creatures soared in with Spring riding opon their wings. Robins brought the song, sparrows the helter skelter, doves renewed lust and Canadian Geese traveling from the southern climes spread its warmth. Ahhhh, life renewed.

As I raked I noticed a trail unlike the voles. It wasn’t under the snow but on top, tiny foot prints scurrying from tree to tree. Hhmmmm, this must be one light creature I pondered as there are only two feet not the usual four. I saw the footie prints mostly around the maples where nectar is flowing, sweetly and slowly. Aha! the mission is on.

Night falls slower now yet settles darker. There is no white shite to brighten the garden. Shadows are slim due to bare branches creating a perfect backdrop for spying on the wee folk. I sit silently under the waning full moon waiting for a sign and I was not disappointed.

A quick flash out of the darkness draws me eyes to the right. Spark! Spark! Spark! O what is that I wonder as these eyes focus. There it is ! The tiniest of creatures wearing, cardinal feather leggings not unlike red Stanfield long johns; a jacket created from moss, perfect, soft and warm; the cap of an acorn keeping his wee tete warm; and a scarf of artemisia so worn but wrapped snugly.

But wait, I see the spark again. What in heavens name is this? With every step he takes, sparks emit. Soft sparks, but more like twinkling from wee Christmas lights blinking on and off to no rhythm but their own. He dances from tree to tree hearing his own silent tune and lights up the night. I sit and watch taking great delight as this wondrous scene of twinkles emits with his every step. The garden is alive this night, with wee Twinkle Bottom.

Vhich Vay Did They Vo

2009-03-09T21:36:00.008-04:00

Once again on a rainy day I wrangled a vole from the home. This time it was Victoria. Just had to be. Autumn past I wrote about Vinnie and his short stay here so I pondered, as I do time to time, Victoria was his mate. Truth be known, while I slid her into the bowl I’m sure I heard her squeak, “innie, innie” and being voles they can’t pronounce the V letter so it made perfect sense to me.

Off we went to the ole creek where she was set free as was Vinnie. She dove into the snow so quickly after picking up his scent that I wouldn’t want to be him when they met up. The tale of “sorry dearest, just slipped out for a few grains and lost me way” wouldn’t hold water with me.

After returning I went out for a walk about and low and behold, I found those two had been busy! The garden above looked like a subway. Tunnels here leading there, leading to back over here and away over there. I stood in awe at their engineering talents. Thru ice and snow, but zigging around rocks, there wasn’t a Stop sign in site.

Though I sigh when I see a critter scurry across the floor, I now have new respect for them. Makes me ponder, if transportation engineers should investigate how these wee creatures do it on time and under budget. So too Innie and Ictoria, long may you live, but just not in my backyard. And I shall always remember a vole in a bowl, is better then a mouse in a house. :)

The Blue Babe

2009-02-28T23:10:00.006-05:00

Tis that time of year when we focus on the sweetness to come. I be talking of maple slurp season! There is nothing finer then spending the day out in the sunshine, working ones butt off hauling buckets, chopping wood, feeding the furnace and savouring the aroma of boiling sap. Mmmmmmmm, heaven tis is. You are surrounded by that heavenly scent.

A dear friend, Don, built his own sugar shack out of hand hewn logs way out in the back forty. To arrive, you had to walk thru pastures, dodging the horses, appeasing the rotties and make friends with the wondering eyed mini sheltie. I was more unease with the sheltie as you never knew what direction he was going in. Teddie was cute but that un-neutered male had a thang for parkas, I digress…

Well the perfect day began. I arrived Sorels tightly tied over those grey wool socks with the white and red stripes, red Stanfields, jeans, sweater, mitts, scarf and da parka. Can’t be too over dressed ya know. Bro was there feeding the fire and Don was preparing for the gathering. A sugar shack is not a one person operation, far from it. Two bodies are minimum, but as in any undertaking, the more the merrier.

While the furnace roared it was decided we needed the main ingredient, sap! Bro stayed to prepare while Don and I took off to gather the liquid gold. Easy peasy it sounded until I was shown our transportation. The Blue Babe. Yep that be her in the photo. I asked Don if she was certified. I will not say what his response was, as munchkins may read this.

Pails were gathered, deep breathes were taken and off we went. Now Babe had no glass where normally glass would be in vehicle windows, the doors only worked from the outside and did I mention there were no such things as seat belts? She was bare bones to the floor and not even mice made a home in her. She was transportation and that’s all what was needed.

We roared thru the woods stopping every few trees and it was me job to jump out, grab a pail and visit each tap, pouring the elixir and toddling back thru knee deep snow to pour into the main tank. Once done, hop into Babe and off we would go to the next tapping. The ole legs got a work out that day.

Well, being Spring there is a thaw. What was once a kinda sorta trail soon becomes a quagmire of mud and snow. Yeeee hawwww, soon we found ourselves literally skidding thru, Babe at a 45 degree angle and me saying “come on girl, remember that choo choo, I think I can, I think I can”. She could and did !

O what a day it was. We finally made it back to the sugar shack after much laughter and hard work. The final product, Maple Syrup was deliciousio! Me only regret that day was I didn’t drive Babe. I was asked but spent most of the time laughing, getting caught climbing thru the window and just having way too much fun. Now that I ponder not knowing how to drive a stick wouldn’t have mattered either. :)

Motown Love Affair

2009-02-21T21:13:00.006-05:00

Mmmm Motown, soulful music and heartfelt lyrics. I’ve had this in me head for sometime using only titles to describe a love affair. In celebration of 50 years since the birth of Motown……………

Them: Two Lovers, Under The Boardwalk
She: The Way You Do The Things You Do
He: Baby I Need Your Loving
She: Baby I’m Yours
He: Feel The Need In Me
She: How Sweet It Is
He: Love Machine
She: My Guy
He: When A Man Loves A Woman
She: It Takes Two
He: Heatwave
She: I Like It Like That
He: Oooooo Baby Baby
She: I Second That Emotion
He: Then Came You
She: How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You
He: My Cherie Amour
She: Let Me Be The One You Need
He: My World Is Empty Without You
She: Just The Two of Us
He: Ain’t No Woman Like the One I Got
She: You’re My Everything
Them: You’re All I Need

Awwwwww :)