Season Poem

Can it be the changing of seasons has already begun? I sit under a warm blanket with my cup of tea, looking into the parking lot of my parent's new townhouse complex. It is +15 here in Kamloops and I have cold hands. Can you hear the crackle of change in the air? It is frightening and exciting and inevitable. I welcome this next season of life. I look forward to whatever the heck it is that I will encounter. Although I hope that it includes some of my favourite things, such as music and tea, laughter and friends, last trips to the farmers market, harvesting my wee garden, and planting bulbs for next spring's enjoyment.

"I’ve never been the one to shout because I listen
I don’t like to raise my voice
Maybe I should learn to lose my inhibitions
and let my feelings make some noise
You don’t know what I’m going through
When silence is all I give to you"
Jack Savoretti - from "Between the Minds"

Goin' West

I am flying back to BC in two days. Not to my hometown, but to a different city, with different people and far less beautiful scenery. My parents are moving tomorrow, and I am going to meet them in Kamloops to provide some muscle. Don't worry, I will do push-ups on the plane.

This is how I plan to amuse myself while visiting this fair city.


Oh yeah.

"You said this is a used up world
You follow the river and your home is in the mountains
You've forgotten your questions lost your purpose
The beauty is gone
and this house still smells and sounds like you
all your pillows and records"
-Aidan Hawken

*I'm listening to Peter Katz tonight.

*I have cold fingers.

*I am thinking about how much I want a pan of my sister's homemade Nanaimo bars.

Monday morning

Do you ever feel anxious, or uneasy, or uncertain, or just plain out of sorts?

I'm having one of those days.

But I don't want to talk about my blah stomach feeling anymore...I avoid.

Wanna see what I got for my birthday?

Yes you do...

A tea set from Sasha


















A herb planter from Sasha


















A flower pot from Sasha























A Chinese mug from Larisa...























A felted purse that my mom made (please pardon the terrible self-portrait...my camera is on permanent zoom).























*Unpictured: Flowers, a pottery dish, and Donna's soaps that I got from my sister (all of which can be found at the local farmer's market), as well as a Starbucks gift card from Renee.

What lovely people I know.

In other news, I have had the pleasure of visiting with old friends the last couple of days...in particular, Allie and Evan and their one month old baby girl!

I love babies! I love the natural process of birth and parenting, and togetherness. It's so beautiful.

Sob. Sniffle. Snort. Gulp.

Growth

Check it out...my garden has been growing.




The small, wee carrots...


...are now tall and bushy.


And look! Tomato!





















I, like my garden, am also growing as I celebrated my 24th year yesterday. I'm hoping this is the year that I no longer get mistaken as a teenie bopper.

Listen to this lovely artist who hails from the granola belt of Winnipeg, aka: the Wolseley neighborhood.