“The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.” -Henry Van Dyke
Monday, February 9, 2009
After hearing a gentle rain falling all night, this is what we woke up to: a treacherous layer of ice on sidewalk, yard, driveway, and highway.
This blog is a journal of my poetry, my photos, and some quotations that have resonated with me.
I live in rural Manitoba, have passed fifty, and
find myself becoming more contented as I become more contemplative. My husband is my best friend, I am a mother of four, mother-in-law of one, and grandmother of one.
(Update: In mid-August of 2011 our 28-year-old son died accidentally by drowning while camping at a lake house with good friends. My poetry has become therapeutic, and expresses some of the pain and questioning that I am now experiencing.)