Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Closed for the Season

A couple of years ago, the city's Victorian era Public Gardens were finally opened (after years of pleading) for times throughout the winter.  Prior to that, the gardens had been closed during the winter to protect the grounds from being trodden on through slushie, freezing, thawing cycles.

However, this past year, it was closed again through the winter.

I am glad.

The reason it is so good is that something that is closed has to one day be opened.

Finally, after several months wondering what was going on in there under the frozen pond bottoms and frost encrusted hedges, the gates swung open.  It was open for the season.




Monday, 16 May 2016

Updated curriculum

We played school for the first time in ages.

The curriculum has been updated since the last time.



A drawing of the suitcase for camp.

Thursday, 12 May 2016

Waiting for the perfect wave

I am not writing like I had been. When I first started this blog, the words flowed out of me in gushes. As time went along, I learned to edit, omit and shape my ideas. As my skills in photography grew, my need for words has gradually lessened.

But what I've learned about writing and creating in general is that there are times for making and there are times for waiting. How about you?

"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave." EB White




Thursday, 5 May 2016

A forest

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated. — Beau Taplin







Sunday, 1 May 2016

Look up.

After months of slogging through slush and watching my footing through icy patches, I came to a moment, a brief gift of time, when all of that feet watching was forgotten, and unnecessary. The time had come to look up.










Thursday, 28 April 2016