D’s to S’s

Dawn – Dusk

Dipping down

Dismally dull

Depressingly dark

Dreary & dingy

Sunshine on my Mind

Infusing the sky with layers of colour

The celestial body then slowly slides into the clouds

The moon, now obscured by a fluffy whiteness

Disappears into oblivion and so begins another day

Solar batteries inside my head depleted

Then wonders of wonders the clouds burst

Blue skies sunshine and shadows prevailed

My heart rejoiced and a weight lifted

The sunshine sank lightly into my soul

As the sun sunk behind the hills it lingered on the tree tops

Sunshine always on my mind

Bernie

Motherlode

The sun beat down from a brilliant blue sky, the sound of families chattering carried over the light breeze but they remained hidden. The crows pipped up occasionally. Somewhere in the vicinity a smoker worked its magic and while it smelt amazing I had no appetite for meat at that moment. I was literally standing in my kind of heaven on earth.

Once again

The sunlight loses its grip and twilight descends across the valley. The north western sky a special luminescence. At midnight, here in my location, the twinge of light remains in the north. Two hours later the band of light is brighter but now resides in the north east corner of the sky. In a mere two more hours the entire eastern sky is brilliant shades of yellow, free of clouds and wind.

“Normal” June

It seems, that even in a pandemic, some things are normal. June remains the month where I post the least here on the blog; although I have been managing my daily 365 Snap blog all right as it takes less than 5 mins.

Trifecta Day

Today is the start of summer which coincided, this year, with father’s day. It is also National Indigenous Day. It seems like an easy one to blog about, especially seems I have permission to share some super cute photos of our littles.

It started out as a cloudy cool day but the weather turned around. It ended as the perfect summer evening; no wind, no clouds and a sunset that shimmered into a radiant red band across the entire north horizon. The kind of evening that sucks one into staying up late because 10:30 looks like 8:45!

Garden produce was picked for part of our picnic lunch today so what a great start to summer that is. Growing your own food is so incredibly satisfying.

An impromptu picnic lunch was served on the beach blanket amidst smiles, giggles and snuggles. Again the kind of moment that just makes your heart swell with joy. The man of my dreams is a wonderful father and as a grampa – well it’s just the best to see and it’s hard to find the words to express how incredible it feels.

An outside supper topped off our day; cooked and served by our talented daughter; who incidentally thinks her dad is pretty darn terrific. Father’s Day is hard there though because our son in law lost his dad a few years ago and the whole he left remains evident. Grampa Gary is spoken of often and I feel he would be so proud of the type of dad his son has become.

The level of joy today in our personal lives was at the top of the charts. Which brings into focus how much we take our white privilege for granted.

There are so many indigenous children who didn’t know their dad’s growing up; sent off to residential schools so young. Far too many who had no idea of how to live off the land. How to grow your food and your soul by being centered within a family. These things were stripped from generations of those that lived on this land long before we settled it. It’s important that we listen and learn. That we recognize the pain and suffering that has been part of their daily lives now for more than a century.

It’s late and it’s an early alarm day. I feel like I could have done all the subjects more justice given more time but I also feel it’s important that I hit post today otherwise it’s too little too late.

Bernie

My Senses

The gentle notes of the meadowlark drift away, the steady hum of the hot tub again the background noise. I continue onward, section by section, making progress. The sun

Wacky Wednesday (w)again

Perhaps, in light of the current world wide pandemic, Wednesdays should be for wacky.

Flat Fizzle

The analogy came to me when I was struggling. Fizzled pop, stuck at the back of the fridge, no longer with any bubbles or taste. That’s what my

November Gratitude A to Z

The snow drifts gently earthbound. The sun hidden, once again it seems, by this incessant cloud cover. I’d like to complain but it’s not