These are asparagus crowns ready for planting, in response to the WordPress Mundane Monday Challenge #57, organized by Trablogger. The excerpt is from Asparagus, by Margaret Atwood, whose poetry sustains me Advertisements
He bangs out jazz progressions on the grand piano, improvises chords, sight-reads a choral score, blends the notes into harmonious sound. He is seven, but not a prodigy. The music is encoded in his DNA,
I deeply appreciate water, surrounded by it as I have been all my life. But I had never seen this,
Thankful for the promise of hollyhocks, which bloom along the shore and grow like weeds, tall and thick-stemmed in the moist lake air. # This post is also for Cee’s Flower of the Day
He was too earthy, too down and dirty, too north to my south, too swarthy for my Irish freckled white, and yet we melded, until that restaurant, when it came apart. It was his lack of couth, uncertain as he was about forks, or how to speak to […]
I’m creating a new category on Colder by the Lake, a personal Gratitude Journal I’ve been interested in starting for quite some time.
Grateful to discover the music of The Vaudevillian, a trio that joyously plays 1920s and 30s blues.
Grateful for the rainforest, on Vancouver Island, near Courtenay, where some of British Columbia’s tallest trees thrive in the rich, damp, coastal soil.