It seems the weekend of American Thanksgiving has taken on a special place in our North American economy with its accompanying sales. "Black Friday" is no longer one day but has morphed into a shopping monster that lasts a whole month, surely all the days following the Friday after US Thanksgiving. (I just got a… Continue reading Shopping the Sales (and “Disappointment” – poem)
We have a paperbark maple tree in the back yard which is always tardy--the last to green up in the spring and the last to glow red in the fall. In fact today it is still green, though that green fades a little more each day. I have photographed it in its last blush through… Continue reading What is this light?
Poppies - Photo © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly In Flanders FieldsBy John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and… Continue reading A day of remembrance
I’ve just finished my second year of creating an ink drawing every day in October! This art challenge, called #Inktober, is only one of the many creative challenges that I’ve participated in over the years. These creative challenges span the calendar year. Opus, our local art supply shop company, sponsors Opus Daily Practice—a challenge to… Continue reading Creative Challenges – do you play along?
One of the riveting stores of my youth was of the five missionaries killed by the Auca Indians of Ecuador. So when I found End of the Spear by Steve Saint in our church library, I eagerly plucked it off the shelf. Author Steve Saint is the son of pilot Nate Saint, who flew the… Continue reading End of the Spear – review
Fall is the season of delicious new-crop apples. We're working on a bag of this year's Spartans--crisp, juicy, sweet-and-sour… so good! Today, a couple of apple poems to celebrate this delicious fall fruit. Apple Collection Because they come in wood, brass, marbleclocks, tiles and trivets Because their roundness pleasestheir coats of red, yellow, green and… Continue reading Apples
Today is the first day of fall. How quickly the summer sped by! The changing of the season along with the recent passing of Queen Elizabeth and others among my family and acquaintances is on my mind as I post today’s blog of two poems from the archives. Autumn Foliage - © 2022 - V.… Continue reading Autumn on my mind
“Though I have never been to Mount Olive, New Jersey,I have spent years of my reading life on the Mount of Olives,trespassing, looking for a brown-skinned teacher…” writes Brad Davis in his book’s title poem, “Trespassing on the Mount of Olives.”* The poem summarizes well the quest which Davis shares with us in the collection… Continue reading Trespassing on the Mount of Olives by Brad Davis – review
September Sunflowers Slowly the days have been getting shorter, the nights coming on sooner. Though our August went out in a heat wave with balmy temperatures morning to night, this first week of September the mornings have been positively chilly. Yesterday on our pre-breakfast walk, both hubby and I wore gloves to ward off the… Continue reading Seasonal Junction
t’s hard to believe we’ve just turned the page to September. Where has the summer gone!? Actually I have had a really nice summer. Though we didn’t take any of our usual week-long trips away, I have immensely enjoyed this season at home with daily morning walks and the rhythms of a week off, a… Continue reading Summer Art Shows