Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug.
Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of course, that called for a few pics to get my bearings.
Loving the new view.
With the house sold, and our new abode decided upon, I can finally focus on the task ahead of me. One step at a time, moving forward.
It was an expression my mom used when something pleased her. Waking up to these unexpected visitors in our garden had just that effect on me.
Like this Carolina Wren, I’m fixing my gaze on the unknown, senses alert. Temperatures are rising, we’re almost half way through July, and I’m feeling my determination strengthen. What change is on the horizon?
I’ll be over here pondering.
The stillness of a summer’s day, a good time to reflect.
A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden.
Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.
What’s more exciting than a ring full of peanuts and a cast of blue jays?
Photography mine
Essence is essence
and flat as I might feel
shadow reveals otherwise;
such is the mystery of life
Orange is my essence –
the promise of sunshine
and creativity, and… I envy
blue its expansiveness
Constrained as I am
by conformity –
this silver-framed
existence a settling
But shadows don’t settle
they stretch and bend
and exclaim rebellion
savagely defending essence.
(Slanted Orange was written in 2022 as a collaborative effort with a local photographer. The efforts of our poetry group are published in a book called the Minimalist Eye. Click here to see the whole collection as well as the photographs that inspired each poem. I’ve used my own art for this post.)
