How does one cope with natural disasters of the worst kind? Or of being surrounded by the threat of violence? Well, I can only speak for myself…I focus on the beauty around me: flowers! When I ventured to Haiti with a team after the earthquake struck there, we traveled through roads cut through mountainsides. Boulders… Continue reading Handling Stress…Beautifully!
Thousand Word Thursdays #91
Spotted this lovely couple while on the Ganatchio Trail. They appear there every summer, without fail, to my delight! Windsor, Ontario. © Rita Jacques 2018.
Thousand Word Thursdays #90
I raised a Monarch butterfly from a caterpillar recently and now this lone Monarch hangs out with me in the garden. While I really have no idea if it’s the same butterfly or not, I consider it my “pet” butterfly. Kind of makes this gardener feel special!
Summer Doesn’t Keep!
Most Moms —and many Dads—have heard the familiar poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. I‘ve just included a few lines here: Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.` The shopping’s not done and there’s… Continue reading Summer Doesn’t Keep!
Thousand Word Thursdays #89
I hadn’t been out rollerblading this summer until yesterday. I was pleased to see a group of older gentlemen sitting in lawn chairs, just off my path, racing their radio-controlled sailboats. I’ve only seen them there twice before, once with sailboats and once with “ocean liners”! It was amusing to see the ducks had swam… Continue reading Thousand Word Thursdays #89
School’s Out for Summer!
Today’s the last day of grade school for many youngsters in my city. I’m curious…how many of you parents bought the teachers an end-of-the-year gift? Call me crazy but I always did and tried to find them something at Christmas, as well. The least I could do to show them appreciation for taking care of… Continue reading School’s Out for Summer!
Thousand Word Thursdays #88
Rural area outside of Chatham. I’ve always been fascinated by the intricate bales or rolls of hay or wheat or whatever it is I see in fields. I asked my son-in-law, a farmer, what it was, and he replied, “It’s a bale of hay in an alfalfa field!” I told him he’s faster than google!
