Now that summer has officially arrived–at least according to the calendar–I’m sharing an evergreen summer post from July 2015. Happy Sunday, everyone, and have a wonderful week! *Selected verses from Summer, a poem by Jennifer… More
Flashback to eight years ago this week: Beautiful Rome, the first destination of our 3-week trip to Italy and France. We hope to return to Europe within the next few years–the UK this time–and I can hardly wait.
A little verse I wrote in Rome:
The click on terracotta tile
a welcoming staccato beat
quick-sure heels on cobblestone
we join the rhythm on the street.
Mellifluous foreign banter
fill sidewalk cafes and bars
laughter tinkling, glasses clinking
under the Italian stars.
Heady scent of sweet ambrosia
lips stained red with deep dark wine
swarthy locals’ smiling faces
lovers with their arms entwined.
Tastes and smells are all around us
food and drink beyond compare
warm night air drapes on our shoulders
sated, sleepy, not a care.
Street musicians serenade us
as we stroll our way back home
memories to last a lifetime
summer nights in downtown Rome.
What has been your best-loved destination?
I love public libraries and I use our local one often. The latest book I’ve borrowed is The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton, the bestselling young adult novel of all time.
I think working in a library must be one of the coolest jobs there is. Most bibliophiles would probably agree.
One of my favourite librarians is also a fellow blogger. Barbara Vitelli, a.k.a. Book Club Mom, reviews books, interviews authors, and if you click on her link, you just might follow her too.
Do you frequent your local library? Do tell!
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” ~ Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor and Philosopher
Thanks for the wake-up call, Vivian. But first let me wipe the sleep – and the cat hair – from my eyes!
Back in late January, I accompanied my husband Paul on a work trip to Old Perlican. This Newfoundland community is where my children attended elementary school and is very close to the tiny outport where they grew up. My son was born in the cottage hospital there during a January blizzard.
On the way home from the work trip, I snapped a picture of New Melbourne Point, shown above.
This view brings back a torrent of vivid memories. It’s so familiar and dear to me because my parents lived there for many years, also while my children were small. Their house, which Dad built when they moved from the city, is hidden behind the trees in the center of the photo. It is now someone’s summer home.
Once a week, this scene came into view as I drove up the shore to visit Mom and Dad, and whenever I shopped – or worked – in Mom’s little store in New Melbourne, Carrie’s Grocery and Confectionery.
No matter how many years go by,
I still miss those treasured visits.
Happy Heavenly Mother’s Day, Mom.
– Has it really been seven years?
Sending Mother’s Day wishes out to all the lovely moms today!
Hey, everyone! Maisie and Vivian here. We’re thrilled to share an evergreen guest post on our friend Buddy’s blog, Foster Cat Chats. Check it out!
If only people were a little more like us.
Quiet, serene, affectionate beings…
…who understand the need of one-on-one comfort,
as well as solitude.
We totally understand why you enjoy nature…
…and we love to tag along.
Cats look at you a certain way.
give you a nuzzle…
…or a head bunt,
to show how much we love you.
We don’t act as if we love you, then withhold it…
…and cats don’t care how much money you have.
Your company is what we want the most.
We don’t like it when things come between us…
…and we love you…
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I found this vintage sun catcher last year at the Karma Kafe here in Newtown. Naturally,
I had to add her to my cat collection. Notice the tiny moon on her left.
Another vintage sun catcher -yours truly 🙂 – is going on vacation in the sunny south. I’m overdue for a break from screens, blogging, and social media, so I’ll see you in a couple of weeks!
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Research has proven the brain is most actively creative immediately following sleep.
Your subconscious mind wanders and makes connections while you sleep. That is what creativity is – making connections between different parts of the brain.
This makes sense to me. I think my writing is better and more productive in the morning.
Yet I hear some writers and creatives say they are more attuned to creating in the afternoon, evening or night. Is it simply a matter of being a morning person or a night owl?
Still others say they have no choice but to write whenever they can find the time.
When do you do your best creative work?
Seagulls squeal a spring duet
Swim in pairs around ice and rock
Glide as swans in graceful tandem
Hush broken by caw and squawk.
Two by two with white forms glinting
All-consumed to multiply
Nests to feather whatever the weather
Tasks that cover sea and sky.
Sun sets, wind drops, fog rolls in
From the east without a sound
Just the squeal and cry of seagulls
Nature’s twilight songs abound.
I took these photos in April 2015. This year the sea ice left early, but we still have our mating seagulls on the rocks. I love to see them pair off with each other every spring.
It’s been a rather feline week here at home.
You’re probably thinking: “Isn’t every week a feline one at your house, Jennifer?”
Well, yes, but I took more pictures!
Let’s start with Maisie last Sunday.
Then there was a visit from another cat on Monday. Maisie did a double take.
And to round out the week:
*Thank you for the photo ops, Maisie!*
Getting back to that 70’s song:
“…She comes out of the sun
in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don’t bother asking
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat…”
They don’t write ’em like that anymore.
How was your week?
~ There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods ~
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less,
But Nature more.
~ excerpt from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
by Lord Byron