Always June, you have the power to entice the tiny diamond hidden deep within my core
Exerting pressure with a breeze or the kiss of rain on my cheek
Slowly June, you cajole memory upon emotion upon young woman’s dreams to shine
Polishing away the rough surfaces of subsequent years, disappoints and fears
Beautiful June, faceting my hopes and dreams with brilliance and clarity
Restoring once again clarity to my heart and brilliance to my soul
04 June 2017
Since I first heard it, this song by one of my idols – Chrissy Hynde – has been a favourite. This Yule it feels even more en pointe; 2000 miles, 9000 days, one kiss…
Sometimes our weather is annoyingly stereotypical… Apparently, Ma Nature has decided to make up for not smothering the country until the after 27 December 2015 and is dumping the entire expected forecasted snowfall in eleven freakin’ hours!!
Well, I’m off. I need to shovel out my front lane. Again. Lord knows how many pets and short people I may find out there…
Something has happened since I took the recycle out at 5:30AM this morning…
My picnic table has been pilfered!
This was hiding under the door sweep.
How fondly I remember these lightly dusted bricks from this morning…
And… it’s time to go do the front. AGAIN.
The shed from whence the aforementioned bin was taken this AM. I’ll need to shovel out the other half doorway to put the damn thing back in!
The recycle bin will be spending the night at the curb…
We don’t need no stinkin’ wires…
Well… No words that are fit to print! ‘Sides, why waste a perfectly good curse when the acoustics in this town just reverted to soup tin and binder twine quality?!
24 December 2015 to 29 December 2015 ~ Welcome to winter in Ottawa.
Barefoot in the garden – 24 December 2015 ©Karin Bole Tupper
Winter Finally Arrives!
So incredibly quiet on this normally busy street.
Artsy vine and snow shot.
I See My Work Is Cut Out For Me…
As of 11:30pm last night, there was a skiff of snow covering the bricks of my patio. This is 4:00pm on the next day.
Weather 180 – there was no snow in this spot yesterday!
Same feet, same backyard… Sigh…
And… my work here is done. Of course the front path needs doing. Volunteers??
I didn’t plan to post again until after Christmas but this is too cool not to share. Ottawa is listed among the coldest Capital cities on earth during winter. Today however, THIS is happening:
Barefoot in the garden – 24 December 2015
©Karin Bole Tupper
I loved winter when I was a kid but it loses its appeal when your skating, skiing and tobogganing days are over. Not to mention who wants to live through a winter where the air hurts your face?
If Santa has brought me global warming this year – I’m not complaining – 18ºC!! 🙂
24 December 2015
M orning sunlight is the visual canvas
A rt of fronds in greens and golds
I ridescence brushes each surface
D rawing Bruges-like shadows
E merald embroidery in the air
N ature outside may slumber
H ere in the warmth of my home
A iry pinna capture the essence
I n feathery greenery that whispers
R eturn she will, keep faith
F or this is the joy of the indoor garden
E veryday magick is the Circadian
R eminding that summer is just out of sight
N o further than The Wheel’s revolution
1 December 2015
Kiss my winter weary eyes with green…
©Karin Bole Tupper
A repost from a different November. This little piece of Heaven is on my mind as I’ll be spending a weekend there with my BFF and many other like-minded women. It promises to be three days of new challenges, friendships, learning and nurturing.
I hope your weekend when it comes, will bring you joy.
4 November 2015
I stepped barefoot onto my balcony in the chill November dawn
And was struck by the incredible beauty of autumn on the river
The newborn light on the horizon bathed the world in every hue
Of mauves, violets and amethyst; a gift of my favourite colours
Reflecting it in the polished pewter, mirror smooth water’s surface
Shadows of evergreens were a study in charcoal, smudged along the shore
The denuded oak and maple trees looked like black lace on violet silk
They reached their slender branches aloft like fingers seeking warmth
And as the sun cleared the eastern view of the lake, rays of brilliant light
Like ribbons of fire, came streaking across the water towards me
The burgeoning light gave colour to the water and woods, turning the sky blue
A soft breeze followed the rays, ruffling the water at the edge of the beach
Teasing the hem of my nightie. I shivered standing in the light coat of frost
Already beginning to disappear, as the earth began to warm itself
I breathed in the last of the dawn, holding my arms round myself for warmth
Then returned to my bed, dreaming Persephone’s dreams
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Dawn on the St. Lawrence river
©Karin Bole Tupper