Tag Archives: memories
Rhododendron macrophyllum This large bush is a survivor. We planted three rhodoes in the 70’s. One was driven over by a camper van, one had a tree dropped on it. This one survived and though the deer seem to stomp … Continue reading
How far back would we need to look to figure out what caused this crook. Were you bending, reaching for the light or curling away from some horrible fright. Yearning for safety or enjoying the sight, what caused this twist … Continue reading
Some place mushrooms grow wild, some place they are sold. Some place Rhodos grow like weeds or so that’s what I’m told. Some place cactus ten feet tall growing commonly, some place two inches in a pot is all the … Continue reading
Memories of Tigger intruded our walk through the trails today. She used to sit, just so, staring off intently at something out there.
Over and over Then more – over Be strong, take courage Be patient & persistent Don’t get discouraged It is what it is, but not what it seems Don’t delay, don’t give up The last stitch could mean Something … Continue reading
This one stirred up memories of Monopoly and Uno games with the grand kids. I think we still have a tin Chinese Checkers game up in the attic somewhere. If this cold weather continues I’m going to dig out those … Continue reading
This one was filled with memories of the many games we played together over the years. Remember the Game of Life? Little pink and blue people you put in little cars and drove through the cliché life of school, job, … Continue reading
Waiting for BC Ferries to float us across to another world.
Might as well go for Gold . . .
Nov. 11, 2018 at sunset, I rang our gong 100 times. It was actually a very moving experience for me. I wasn’t going to ring the gong one hundred times, I thought I’d do a few gongs and call it … Continue reading
Years ago my friend Bonnie pulled up a sucker from a tree in her yard and gave it to me because I was admiring its beautiful colours. We planted it by our pond. Bonnie is gone now but her tree … Continue reading
You’ve come a long way woman. . . HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
You stood tall, strong and solid as I passed you every morning on the way to my studio. Fungus grew around your base but I never thought you’d die. And now there is a gap where you belonged for many, … Continue reading