Monday, 6 July 2015

Pick up time.

If I am not there wihtin ten minutes of the bell ringing, I get a phone call, politely inquiring when I might be gracing them with my presence.  Day in and day out, my children go in that building, I occasionally follow or am ushered in for a special event or because I forgot to pack their lunches.

There will be a day, one that is rapidly approaching, when they won't be there.  They will have finished all the lessons required of them and they will transition to another school.  If I show up within ten minutes of the bell ringing, it will be politely tolerated and then, if I persist, eyebrows will be raised.

I walk past the wooden gates of the daycare where my son went the year before school.  I walk along the street towards the building on my way home. The late spring warmth permeates everything. The children's voices and laughter escapes through the fence.

I walk on.



Saturday, 30 May 2015

Garden zone.

Last May 31st, I decided to skip blogging in the month of June.   The weather is finally decent here in June and it seemed like the garden was a better place to be than inside my head and on the computer.Today was another great day and I stumbled into the rat's nest that is our back yard and tumbled down a rabbit hole of milk weed (nasty), a bleeding heart that might lead to my salvation and a business plan (selling flowers from the garden in a paper, hand designed cone, I KNOW, it's brilliant).  I got reacquainted with the clothes pins and the dark soil and breeze rustling the branches over head.  The backyard (especially the path to the oil tank) was a
constant source of stress during our winter, but here it is putting me back together.

I think I'll stay there for a while and come back in July.









Friday, 29 May 2015

Body of Knowledge



 Each year, piece by piece, the knowledge  grows.  It's not knowledge I use everyday, it's not innate, but it's in there germinating.  Magnolias come first, and then daffodils, then rhododendrons and tulips. There are gaps, when exactly do the forsythia come? What is the sequence? Spotted some apple blossom tonight at the playground. Waiting impatiently for the lilacs... I will read this next winter to remind me about what I already know come spring.

Wednesday, 27 May 2015

The ring of its years

"For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone... In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured."-Herman Hesse




Monday, 25 May 2015

Scent of flowers

As I waited for the light to change, I was assailed by the smell of a hundred daffodils.

Treasure hunt cleaning

When I really clean and empty packed boxes, bags and drawers, I find stuff. Stuff that I am so happy to find and uncover I feel like celebrating their discovery.  It spurs me on to get rid of all the stuff that it was buried under and showcase its charms in the light.

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Summer food

Last summer, I made peace with feeding my kids.  I decided that we will eat as if it were summer all year round.  Why do vegetables have to be cooked? Why do meals have to be complicated?  They don't, in the summer. We all feast on camp suppers and bbq buffets and picnics. I decided to picnic through the snow storms and right through till June.  Picnicing to save our lives. Cucumber and dip and hummus and toast with avocado and berries and cereal for supper (occasionally).  Food is food no matter the time of day or year, let's just eat it and move on!  I've got another picnic to pack.