Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!


























This clematis sent up two fireworks of her own in the fall,
the end of the year for her.
She sleeps away the winter waiting for her rebirth in the spring.




























While our part of the world
is covered in a layer of ice and snow,
we plan,
prepare
and dream
about how we will spend
the next 365 days.
Happy New Year to all!

Friday, December 30, 2011

Winter apples


This bounty of glowing apples
 contrasts beautifully
with the leafless grey tree branches.
Capturing the moment with my camera,
I wonder why these apples have not fallen.
Nature continues on.
Luckily for us she is not consumed with why.


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The royal Fleur-de-lys



























This symbol, historically representing French royalty, is said to signify perfection, light and life.

I like the way it brings an ancient mystique to my barren winter garden.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Shine the light!


You're just standing there,
nothing special, overlooked,
 and then the sunlight finds you...

Wow, now you are spectacular!


Saturday, December 24, 2011

Winter's magic wand


























Winter waves a magic wand over the land, and behold, everything is more beautiful!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Your shadow speaks




























The reputation of a man is
like his shadow:

it sometimes follows
and
sometimes precedes him,
it is sometimes longer
and
sometimes shorter
than his natural size.

French proverb

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Protect your dreams


"Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
William Butler Yeats

Take your dreams and prepare them for the cold.  Wrap them in burlap so they don't get crushed by the snow.  Tie them up tight so they remain intact and keep their form.
Once the storm has passed and the season is over, release them into the universe where they can become a reality.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Mr. Hitchcock would approve

























The twisted tree branches against the dark grey sky create a sinister backdrop for the crow sitting atop the chimney.


"There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it."
Alfred Hitchcock

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Hey, rebel in the back, get in line!



The pond plants have been placed in the empty vegetable garden, their winter home, for more than a month.

Everyone seems to have understood what this hibernation is all about, except the one rebel in the back.


Maybe it knows something we don't!


Monday, December 19, 2011

A certain slant of light.


























Leaves float in an icy bath,
their rich gold colours preserved
from the first day they fell.


























The light shifts.
The leaves are now rotten and dark.
Perception.
I love it!

Friday, December 16, 2011

Uh-oh, someone kicked the wasp's nest!


























   So, here we are, a week before Christmas and Montreal is snow-less!  I took this picture today.  Notice the green grass...


   This is a dream come true for many Montrealers and they are deliriously happy to have finally received the one thing that is always on their Christmas list - No Snow.  


Photo taken December 2010.




I remain suspicious,
nervous
and concerned.

Bring on the snow,
please.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Faded love


Faded love letters,
Written from the heart,
The only remnants of
Young lovers grown apart.



Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Carpet of gold


















Summer has passed but
the weather is still fair.
The leaf-laden trees
are now almost bear.

The leaves, once bright and green,
Look withered and old.
They lay upon the ground;
A carpet of gold.

Rosemary Danielis

Monday, November 28, 2011

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Falling from my heart



When
you were here
my heart
was in bloom.

Now
the leaves
are falling,
falling
from
my
heart.

The tree of love
is bare,
as bare
as my heart.


From: Falling Leaves
By: David McMinn

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Brighten your day


























A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning,
as if supported by the rays of the sun...

Anais Nin

Friday, November 25, 2011

Crimson Sky


























Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
From: Fall, Leaves, Fall   By: Emily Bronte

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving!


The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway,
Thanksgiving comes again!

http://www.spritzels.com/poems/thanksgiving-poem.html

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

In honour of the first Snow of the year





























The sun that dim November day
Had failed to kiss the clouds away
From quiet Nature's furrowed face,
Where autumn tears had left their trace.

And, by and by, on fields of brown
The feathered flakes came floating down
From Heaven to this world of ours,
Like spirits of departed flowers.

And fast and faster through the night,
Till Morn arose on meadows white,
And o'er the landscape lightly stepped
Where tired Nature, smiling, slept.

First Snow-Fall  By: Albert Bigelow Paine

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

In the Land of Ladybugs



In the Land of Ladybugs,
what traffic laws apply?

I see no roads to mark their way
or signs that clarify.

If they should meet
on a one-way street,
who decides who goes by?

If one should park
in a crook-necked bend
does anyone ask why?

In the Land of Ladybugs,
if a problem does arise,
you simply open up your wings
and fly off to the sky.

Rosemary Danielis





Monday, November 21, 2011

Stand tall


So here you stand now;
What more lives, and strange happenings will you see?
How strange and petty our human squabbles seem to be!
Will those squabbles destroy the Earth and, ultimately, you?
Or will you stand tall as our world births anew?
From: The Tree - A Poem
http://blogs.ubc.ca/liamsca/

Friday, November 18, 2011

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Be Bold!


























Nature ends the year with an explosion of royal colours, perhaps to fill our eyes and hearts with enough inspiration to last the whole winter long.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Even ants go house shopping




Once a little sugar ant
made up his mind to roam -

to fare away, far away,
far away from home.

He had eaten
all his breakfast,
and had his ma's consent

to see what he
should chance to see
and here's where he went:


From the poem:  The Ant Explorer   By:  C Michael James Dennis

Friday, October 7, 2011

Better be merry!


How long,
how long,
in infinite
Pursuit
Of This and That
endeavour or
dispute?

Better be merry
with the fruitful
Grape
Than sadden after none
or bitter,
Fruit.












Be Merry With the Fruitful Grape
By: Omar Khayyam

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Avalanche




High up
a front of flowers
cascades down
plashing from leaf to leaf
spawning further falls

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I dew, do you?

     Let your
           life
               lightly 
                      dance
     on the 
             edges
                   of Time
     like dew
              on the
                    tip
                       of leaf


Rabindranath Tagore



Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

The apple of my eye




























Youth is like spring,
an over-praised season
 more remarkable for biting winds
 than genial breezes.
Autumn is the mellower season,
and what we lose in flowers
 we more than gain in fruits.
Samuel Butler

Friday, September 30, 2011

Life is light

Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space.
It does not seek anything in return;
it asks not whether you are friend or foe.



It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.
Michael Strassfeld

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Cotton Candy Dreams




I was born with wings,

I was born from a dream;


Where the clouds were made of cotton candy.


The sky looked noon
but the stars shone through.


The air was perfume,
angels sat on the moon.


I was born to take flight,
soar through the sky,
not sitting around waiting for my last goodbye.

By: TruthFromWhispers

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Hold on to this moment


It's the end of the summer,
but we'll see it all again,
so hold on to this moment 'till then.



























"End of the Summer" by Theory of a Deadman

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Good to the last drop!

I found this bee collecting the last drops of nectar from this hot pink, jewel-coloured monarda.



























Imagine how unbelievably delicious it must taste!

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