Sunday, July 31, 2011

In a Season's Embrace

Thunder is heard from afar, while the sky is bright with sunshine.   Little by little the shimmering white clouds are gently pushed aside and a deep chrome grey blankets the sky.


Upon venturing just beyond the front porch, barely can I ascertain that it is actually raining and while indeed it is only barely raining, I hear the sound of rain drops gently slipping from leaf to leaf as they fall upon the trees and below the lush green canopy!


Such a welcome sound both thunder and rain, if only briefly the heavy air enjoys some relief.   I breath it in and savour it's pleasure.  Hot heavy summer haze, be gone if only for a little spell!   Summer days and summer daze have their place in summer ways, but I can't deny my thoughts of Autumn, my desire for a crisp autumn day, made only better in the perfect comfort afforded by a favourite sweater!


I'll not be hasty in wishing the summer away when there is much yet to be enjoyed but I'll not forget what lies ahead in a painted landscape and in natures autumn fragrance.  Rain too will come then and we will be joyful in that is it's time.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

A Song to Sing...

I did it again!  Last night just before the end of the fire works in both Port Hope and Cobourg I hiked to the top of the nearby sand hill and sang O'Canada, as I almost always have for many years on Canada Day following the Great thundering finale to the fireworks display in both towns.
This year I carried a tea light in a clear plastic cup with me.   I think I should have others with me to experience this little tradition of mine.  I love that my voice is carried away from such a high point to be heard by who knows whom; hopefully in tune of some degree.  Last year unbeknownst to me there was a family parked at Ross St. and down on the playing field and when I finished they clapped and cheered.  This year there was absolutely no-one, but the satisfaction was as just!
I can't imagine how lovely it would sound to have at least a small chorus of people join me!   To this point the most eager co-participant I've had join me is one of our cats!

Spring Chickens and Hot summer daze!



I thought I'd take a little early evening stroll through the Arts tents tonight at the Waterfront Festival, but upon arrival at the park realized most exhibits; private vendors aside, were closed.   I had no idea what was playing at the bandshell so left the park as quickly as I came in.
John was home nursing a very bad ear infection so I decided to take a stroll through the downtown core on my way back to the car.   A beautiful summer's eve at hand I suddenly felt like a young carefree girl strolling the avenue.   Once I returned to my car and turned the radio on I was happy to find Randy Bachman on the CBC playing some great tunes...and that just set the tone for my drive home!   I completely forgot myself in the music while at the same time was more than aware of myself when at one of the stoplights in a moment of "free spiritedness"  I reached to the back of my head to release the hair clamp and quickly pull the hair elastic from my upturned pony tail and whilst turning my head from side to side, and tussling my hair loose with my fingers felt the essence of summer taking over me!  I could have driven for hours then with the play list rolling across the airwaves, a summer breeze and clear skies!   It could only have been better had I had company and many more hours of daylight!   I love a good drive and know there will be many this summer...well as long as gas doesn't get any crazier in cost, otherwise I'm looking into a couple of trips on the VIA...it can't be too much worse in cost and I still get to enjoy lots of countryside!
Here's to feeling like a spring chicken thanks to sweet summer days, great music to cruise to and a youthful spirit(as once more I flip my locks and close my eyes in the imagined daze of a sweet summer day)!

Bibbity, Bobbity, Boobs please!

Apparently my Fairy Godmother never appeared, no bibbity bobbity here, never to grant those wishes I may have lust for in my youth, and perh...