Appreciating beauty of small blessings

“Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities in the world.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Callie-cat loves to smell the flowers photo credit: Anastacia Hopkins

I am giving thanks for these small blessings today: my sweet Callie-cat and the beauty of flowers. Callie loves to smell the flowers, she never chews them (thank goodness, as some may be harmful to her). During these difficult days may we all remember to stop and smell the flowers and let their beauty uplift our hearts and souls. Stay well my friends.

Spring: Just around the corner

A friend and nature enthusiast has graciously agreed to allow me to use her photographs on my blog. Kathy Marche lives on the West coast of the island of Newfoundland. An avid bird watcher, she has captured wonderful images of our feathered friends. With spring just around the corner it is nice to anticipate the return of migratory birds. Here are a few of Kathy’s photographs taken in various locales near her home.

Black-throated Green Warbler Photo by Kathy Marche
Mourning Warbler; Kathy Marche photograph
Wilson’s Warber; Photo by Kathy Marche
Yellow Warbler was making a nest; Photo: Kathy Marche
Black and White Warbler – photo by Kathy Marche
Another shot of a Black and White Warbler – Kathy Marche photographer
Yellow-rumped Warbler; photo by Kathy Marche
“Whatcha looking at?” Yellow-rumped Warbler – photo by Kathy Marche
Feeding time – a Yellow-rumped Warbler – Kathy Marche photographer

My sincere thanks to Kathy for allowing me to use her photographs. There are many more to come. Kathy treks the nature trails as well as the highways and byways and takes beautiful photos of nature and winged creatures of every kind. I hope you have enjoyed this brief interlude and break from winter. It is a cold day in February, but looking at these photos helps me remember spring will soon be here… thank goodness!

The Conversation

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“Come, rest upon my petals here and tell me of your story.

Where have you been, My little friend?”

Said the flower to the moth

“I roam high above, where you can never go.

I visit plants and trees and flowers sweet everywhere I travel,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“Oh, to fly up high, to soar upon the winds.

To not be planted in one place, to see beyond the wall.”

Sang the flower to the moth.

“Aw, but you are treasured, for your beauty and your scent.

No worries about foes like birds that would eat you, if they could,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“There are pros and cons to every Life,”

Continued he to she. The moth thought to comfort her with his words so wise

And yet the flower pined and pined for freedom to travel far.

“It’s true, I am admired, and watered every day, but if you think me safe right here

You know not all my visitors,” replied the flower,

“For there are bugs that chew my leaves, And spiders everywhere. Not to mention

honey bees That feed upon my nectar.”

“Aw, so you serve this world,

Nourishing the pollinator,” the moth cried out.

“Oh silly moth, I know the truth – that you as well

Pollinate us flowers,” she answered,

“And so, you see, we have need of thee.

When you brush your soft, soft wings

Against my little petals, you do more than tickle me

Like some ethereal feather. And when you chance to nibble me

And drink deeply of my nectar,” she shyly whispered, “you too carry my

Essence to continue seed production.”

The moth stretched out his wings and proudly strutted his stuff

He thought about all the good he did and didn’t remember why

Venus flytrap chewed up his kind, that naughty, naughty flower.

It was because the caterpillar he once was did damage to her leaves

and ruined her every finery….

The flower knew this, but did not say, for his friendship she treasured

After what seemed a lengthy pause, the moth did once more speak

“We each do our part, to bring beauty to this world, and I will speak to north wind

And ask him when you’re ready, to blow your petals far above the wall so you can see

The wonders of this world,” the moth proclaimed.

And so, it came to be, that during summer’s warmest days the flower bloomed and blossomed. But in the fall the north wind kept his promise and lifted high her petals. She traveled far beyond the wall and lived at last her dream.









Questioning the Moon

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Peeking through the cloud cover

Witnessing life on earth

Earth’s faithful companion

Orbiting through space

Were you there, Sister Moon

When life first formed?

Did you watch as the first creature

Crawled slowly from the sea?

In your ever-lasting cycle,

in your orbit around our world

Did you witness the dinosaurs

As they prowled the hills and plains?

Did your winking face gaze down upon

The planet and can you tell us why

All life on earth was wiped out

As cold air masses froze the land?

Oh, ancient wonder in the sky

What drama have you witnessed

What stories could you tell

Of all the changes

On this, our blue-green planet

That you follow faithfully

Sister Moon, do tell us

Advise us if you can

On how to save the planet

This jewel of blue and green

That humans have made obscene

Garbage in our oceans

Choking off all life

Pollution on all fronts:

Land and sea, and sky

Oh, beauty of the night

Tell us if you please

How can we save our planet?

Our home, our heart, our life force

For we need your wisdom

We are lost, we have forsaken

The knowledge of our forebears

Remind us now

How fragile

Life truly is

And let us find better ways

To live upon this miracle

Gifts of Nature

This past weekend was a long weekend and I was fortunate not to have to work. On Sunday we celebrated Canada Day with a backyard barbecue. We were lucky. The rain held off until the evening and while fireworks were on the agenda across the country, and here in our fair city as well, storm clouds threatened to curtail the festivities. Fortunately, between the supper hour and the much-anticipated display the rain came down, leaving the late evening hours free to indulge in sky watching.

But long before the scheduled pyrotechnics nature had a gift of her own. Across the skies over town the arc of a vibrant rainbow could be seen. I have seen other rainbows at other places, at other times and perhaps I was equally awed by the beauty of a sky imbued with colored hues. But as I stood on our doorstep and gazed up at the wonder I was awestruck once again.

What is it about a rainbow that gladdens the heart so and fills my soul with such deep contentment? I will likely never know. But I am glad for such miracles that remind me of the vastness of t the universe and the wonder of the skies. I hope you enjoy these few photographs of nature’s beauty.

Celebrating Autumn


It’s officially fall now, I have a pot of split pea soup bubbling on the stove. The days are still warm enough to enjoy walks in the woods. I had a chuckle at a little squirrel that didn’t see or hear me in time to scurry off and instead froze like a statue to the branch it was on – Small delights on a beautiful sunny day. I enjoy the beauty of the season – but lament that it’s far too short. Far too soon the temperature will plummet and frost will decorate trees once festooned in colour. Every season has its merits, but fall has a delight all its own. Life is good!

A Fond Farewell

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.”
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

shadows on the rocksThere are people that cross your path and leave you a better person for having met them. Hillary is just such a person. She is wise well beyond her years and I feel genuinely blessed to have gotten to know her a little. Every interaction with her is like a golden opportunity to soak up her wisdom and bask in her kindness. The thing is I don’t think she knows just how special she truly is.  Sadly, the time has come when we will part ways. She is going to university this fall and although her school is a mere 4-5 hour drive away life just won’t be the same. For I will no longer see her on a regular basis and I will miss her. She brings a ray of sunshine to my life, a sweetness that is difficult to describe. So I have been grieving the loss that is fast approaching, while trying my best to celebrate her next steps into the world.

Saying goodbye to those near and dear to us is never easy. It is as if a small piece of one’s heart goes with them – but perhaps this is a good thing, for surely they also leave a small piece of themselves with us for safe keeping. That is the joy and the beauty of relationships. So I will keep treasured memories close to my heart and take them out from time to time and remember… is such a fleeting thing and to have been blessed with the goodness of people like Hillary makes me feel rich indeed. My cup truly runneth over.



I have fallen

Do not try to lift me up

Let me lay here gazing at the sky

What wondrous shades of blue it is

So few the clouds that scuttle by

The sun warms my face

All is well

Ah yes, all is well

And if I never stand again

I will be content

For the scent of the grass and flowers sweet

Waft by

And I may lay in endless slumber

I have fallen

Giving thanks this Thanksgiving



Where to start and where to begin? I have so much to be thankful for…first of all for my husband and my family (of course) and for my lovely little Callie-cat who brings so much joy to my life; for sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces and more. I am thankful for friends near and far and for the wonderful people I work with.  I am forever grateful for fire fighters that saved the greater part of our city when “the beast” came roaring through.  I am thankful for the sincerity and kindnesses of strangers both at home, across the nation, and the world during that time of fear, stress, and anxiety. You helped me realize anew just how good people really are.

I am thankful to live in this beautiful province in this beautiful country in this beautiful world. I am thankful for the wonders of nature that beckon to all of us to sit and be still a while…to embrace the changing seasons and to celebrate all wildlife, all flora and fauna…it truly is a wonderful world.  For little blessings and for large, for kindnesses extended to me and mine, for love in all its wrappings…today I give thanks from a full, nay overflowing heart…my cup runneth over

Beautiful Burgeo, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada

The community of Burgeo is located on Grandy Island on the Southwest coast of the island of Newfoundland and is a gorgeous spot to visit. It is a small town with a population of just 2000 people with a provincial park nearby where you can camp, swim,  fish or walk the trails and gorgeous coastline. If you care to visit Francois, a small island where there are no cars, you can take a ferry from Burgeo to visit this small community. I did not get to visit Francois, but hope to one day. These photographs were taken in 2013 during our visit to Burgeo.