I do apologize. Somehow I managed to totally mess up the formatting on this post. I have now, at least, got the poetry set up to look like a poems. Problem is that now it is all spread out and I cannot change that. Sorry. Janet On my birthday, I woke up grateful for…
When we were in Vancouver, our Grandson Chris took us for a walk along Vancouver’s English Bay, to watch the sunset. Even though it was cold, the walkway along the ocean was busy with people soaking in the sun’s last rays. “Look,” Chris said, “they’ve been balancing rocks.” He hopped over the sea wall to…
Above the front door of our home hangs a simple plaque, a wedding gift from friends. At the time of our wedding, I hardly knew these people, but Tom did. They are ‘sort of’ family – cousins of a cousin. They travelled all the way from Massachusetts to our wedding celebration. Although they are…
In Peterborough this morning, we woke to blowing snow, the ground once again wrapped in its wintry blanket. My mind went to my daughter and granddaughter on the highway to York University in Toronto, to her last hockey games of the season. I am grateful they have snow tires on the car and Connie has…