Still mothering me Five days ago would have been your birthday. It’s been eight years … But you still visit me often keep me cool every summer when I slip on the brown sundress rescued from your closet wrap your arms around me every winter week it’s the old magenta sweater’s turn. Sometimes I catch… Continue reading Still mothering me
Thirteenth Summer It wasn’t that I could not get up the nerve to water-ski or that I hated myself in a bathing suit It was bare feet of tanned twins next to mine in that Waskesiu boat smoothly brown as Indian princesses nails polished the pink of shells beside my pasty sandaled peasants that made… Continue reading Thirteenth Summer
Lady in white Today on my walk I pass a trim little old lady all in summer white, though the wind is sharp and at night frost still nips the rooftops. As she strides by our eyes meet, we exchange a momentary smile, and I think how she is probably a literary sort–a stream of… Continue reading Lady in white
Yesterday I had a medical procedure which needed an intravenous line to insert contrast dye. My experience at the medical centre was unusually drawn-out as apparently I have what they call “rolly veins” (which have the good sense to slip away from needles). The workers were wonderful, though. And in the hour it took to… Continue reading Technician
Happy Thanksgiving to our American neighbors! In my search for a poem of gratitude today, I came across “To Skin” (which I wrote some years ago but don’t believe I ever made public—at least not here). It reminds us of one thing we have to be grateful for which, though all around us, is easy… Continue reading To Skin
In the last few weeks my walking partner, dear hubby, has been finding it more and more painful to walk. Then the doctor told him, no more long walks until you’re better. So for now I am walking on my own. When I took solitary walks in the past I experienced a wonderful loosening of… Continue reading Just an ordinary walk
Poetry Camp inspired me to be a more regular visitor to my library (thanks, Janet Wong!). My fascination with verse novels prompted me to pick up Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson. I quickly discovered, though, that this isn’t exactly a verse novel. It’s a memoir—the story of young Jacqueline taking us through her childhood… Continue reading Brown Girl Dreaming (review)
Welcome to Poetry Friday, hosted right here today. When I found out, way back, that Poetry Camp was going to be happening in Bellingham (a mere 40 miles from where I live), I knew I had to be there. Last weekend it all came to pass! Sign boards like this one welcomed us to the… Continue reading Poetry Friday – Poetry Camp edition
Dunsmuir Garden Hollyhocks, apples, lavender, lettuce, Swiss chard love close company. Friendships grow across the fence-- thriving in community. © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************ I haven't had a garden of pretties and edibles for some years now. We're not allowed to grow food plants in the garden beds of our townhouse.… Continue reading Dunsmuir Garden
One of the things we did on our holiday was go to the Dawson Creek Rodeo. What a fun afternoon and evening in a stadium that looked out on picturesque prairie. It was like being on the set of Heartland! What I love to do at rodeos is to challenge myself with getting shots of… Continue reading Rodeo Senryu
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