Baby Afghans A baby's on the way and doesn't every baby need an afghan made by Grandma? I always was a knitter but if you drop a stitch knitting is a headache plus it’s hard to talk or listen while tangoing two needles through a cable pattern. So I picked crochet Crosshatch from Ultimate Stitch… Continue reading Baby Afghans
"The Show Must Go On" by Jacob Lucas (© Jacob Lucas - Used with permission) Blessed After the curtain has tattered after the floor is rot after the plaster has blistered and all the windows are shot after the seats are vacant hauled away to the dump after the cabinet's ravished script is a sodden… Continue reading Blessed
Hopeful snowdrifts shrink to puddles frozen ruts become butter under the slant-noon sun meadowlark lilts the returning crows while a backyard robin hip-hops a worm dance pussies fur on willows beside the pond that overflows a chorus of frogs tree clumps blush green while mini-grape lilacs pop fragrance beside beaming yellow roses green-onion spears slit… Continue reading Hopeful
Long catkins dangle Quiver, jiggle, billow, stream Spring flags in March wind ********* Find lots more poetry at One Shot Wednesday.
This red wheelbarrow, seen on a recent trip to Saskatchewan, begged to be photographed. Now I know why. It had this message for me: The Red Wheelbarrow (2) is still dependable though the rain glaze has turned to frosting and the chickens are long in the freezer © 2011 V.Nesdoly (with apologies to William Carlos… Continue reading The Red Wheelbarrow (2)
Sniffing pup explores My camera pulls to things I've never noticed
Curling In the hack and grip your rock crouch and graceful glide precise eyes on broom across the sheet send the stone along the ice. Skip is yelling from the house to the sweepers, “Hurry hard!” Rock is light and slowing fast comes to rest, a perfect guard. Rival stone sits in the rings they… Continue reading Curling
cars and vans yield duffle bags backpacks, rolling luggage while camp butterflies flutter the stomach women's voices chatter excitement conference room buzzes the timbre of worker bees jammies, slippers for movie time absentmindedly pop another Miss Vicky's absorbed in the chase tables are a gracious-living centrefold of damask and crystal a cheery good-morning line meanders… Continue reading church ladies retreat for the weekend
The diagnosis of brother’s rare cancer sparks her into a frenzy of research every cell bent on sleuthing knowing, understanding the enemy. The answering machine and no call back when we ring the farm likely means more medical trips (later photos of him in radioactive quarantine show her, like a prison wife on the other… Continue reading Caregiver
Kite of Spirit-wind the mention of Zambia lifts you into currents of memory – dancing, singing, preaching – class ascends with you the kite’s tail. Breeze swoops you in a prophetic direction: “You have dreams, abandon cynicism let God have His way.” We trail behind not sure where this is going. You reassure us, laughing:… Continue reading To Pastor Anne – Mentor
Violet Nesdoly 