From the museum

Playing with colour

I have a very simple photo editing program but I managed to turn the sky every colour but green with this photo.

Out in Gran's Garden

The Robin is the One

The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.

The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.

The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.
~ Emily Dickinson

Red and Green and Blue

Make Way for Goslings

Kevin and I felt like Officer Clancey in Robert McCloskey's Make Way for Ducklings book. Last week a family of Canadian Geese with 5 little goslings wandered up our road and into the school yard. We followed them to get a photo, but it became pretty clear that they were headed for the river which meant crossing one of the main streets. So we followed them and when they decided to cross, we stopped traffic to let them pass safely. Kevin (who took these photos) followed them down to the river, helping them avoid cats and more cars and a precarious fall from a terraced garden.

The kids thought it was a great story - and we read Make Way for Ducklings the next day.

Of novelists and poets....and photographers.

Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world.
~ Grant Petersen






Get a bicycle. You will not regret it if you live.
~ Mark Twain,

When I turned 10 I got a brand new 10 speed bicycle from Canadian Tire. It cost $99, was a sparkly light green and was way too big for me. I wasn't sure how to work it. It took me everywhere I wanted to go. I loved that bike.

Many years later, for this birthday, I got another new bike. It costs slightly less than my first car. I'm not completely sure how to work it. The guys at the bike shop think it is too big for me.
I love my bike.
I can't wait to see where it takes me.

When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race.
~ H.G. Wells

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.
~Christopher Morley

Spring Garden

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose
I would always greet it in a garden.
~ Ruth Stout

Shoes? What shoes?

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
~ Nadine Stair

Soccer Season Starts

The rules of soccer are very simple, basically it is this:
if it moves, kick it.
If it doesn't move, kick it until it does.
~ Phil Woosnam

Sunday by the river - after the rain

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That's what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain -
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

-Mary Oliver, from What Do We Know