Week 13 ~ Something New

The Pussy Willow: A sense that we can have a new Beginning

“In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music
Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.

Then, by the end of morning,
he’s gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.” 
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

Thank you Mary Oliver for those beautiful words, thank you for reminding us of the beauty in Spring. I hadn’t heard of Mary Oliver until this year, when many of the people I follow on Facebook were speaking of her and her passing.

It was Week 13 and the theme was Something New. Spring is always about new Beginnings for me. I am hoping for a slow snow melt this spring, eventhough I am looking forward to the warm weather. As I sat in my living room I noticed that pussy willow had some pussy?? on them . It felt and seemed strange because the snow was still almost a foot high around the tree. However, it gave me hope.

Here is my picture of Something New!

Week 12: Something Old

In my summer Vacation I like to get in my car and drive and last summer, or maybe it was the summer before I discovered this in a shop in Tolstoi called Border Vintage. This Christmas it held blankets. In Christmases of the further away past I image it held coal. If you are ever in Tolstoi, Manitoba in the Summer make sure you stop at Border Vintage.

Week 11 – Faceless Self Portrait

Who was the idiot who came up with this idea? Oh right I did… This was really hard for me because I had no center for this one to begin with. So I perrused the internet and that was not the complete bust I thought I might be, I came up with some ideas. In the mean time my sister Anita who is this challenge also posted, she is an amazingly creative person, who I admire so much. So I had some ideas, now I have some more ideas. I will need to re-explore this one later. Here you go!

I used the idea of expressing who I am and who I aspire to be. Watch out world, 2019 is going to be big for me.

Week 10: Childhood Memory ~ #Real

First let me apologize for the lateness of this post. I found my Teddy Bear and thought that is my first memory. I also seem to remember getting a Raggedy Ann and on her chest she had a heart. Funny how memories come back to you. I also remember my little red stool. I have that one in the kitchen of my own house.

As I went to take pictures of both of those things that hold memories for me , I realized how well loved they are. Teddy’s hair is matted and the nose is covered by whisps of hair.

The little red stool has paint spots from last years painting. SOOOO yes it has last over forty years. You cna’t read the writing anymore. I won’t paint over it, I will leave it for my memory to recall. Here is the little poem that was once painted on that stool. ” This little stool of mine, I use it all the time, to reach the things I couldn’t , and lots’ of things I shouldn’t!

Week 9: Life in Sepia

So this week was Sepia. I read my friends thoughts on it, as a tone part of a well love life. I thought of in terms of colour. I had hoped that it would highlight certain colours. I like the pictures. Here we go…