Sunday, June 28, 2009

Beyond Words




I awaken at first light serenaded by the cooing of the mourning dove or the vibrant song of the cardinal. With the dawning of a new day comes the promise of fulfilling a wish, creating something from scratch or venturing about through a field of memories...

Summer is the season of laid back, bare feet, impromptu gatherings and bouts of laziness provoked by unrelenting heat.

A perfect opportunity to indulge in a good book or a sentimental movie. There are countless flicks that stir my emotions, bring on the tears or fill my heart with gladness.


I must admit if I had to choose a favourite 'Out of Africa' would be near the top.


From the soundtrack to the cinematography (and of course Robert Redford and Meryl Streep) the very essence of the movie reaches into my heart and fills it with euphoria. It is an emotion beyond words...


So indulge in all those pleasures of summertime, cherish each raindrop, the bounty from the garden, the laughter of children along the beach... whatever stirs your emotions beyond words...



Tuesday, June 16, 2009

On The Porch




Dating back over several hundred years the porch evolved from a place for family and friends to gather, almost into obscurity and back once again as a retreat, a place to while away the hours and one so cherished in our memory...


Very much a signature of North American culture, when television didn't exist and socializing was more of a neighbourhood affair, the porch was an integral part of everyday life.


As society changed along with architecture the porch no longer filled the role to which it originated.


But those of us with century homes, beach and lakefront cottages, hilltop havens... all played a part in the resurrection of the porch.


For partaking of time on the porch is one of life's purest pleasures.


* Pics of porches from my hometown
* My sleeping porch where I see Tallulah has found a perfect spot for a nap.


Sunday, June 7, 2009

Contentment




Several times a week my travels take me past a small hobby farm where the early morning sunlight casts a silhouette of ethereal beauty. The horses have come from the barn quietly in the wee dawn hours to linger in the paddock.


Do they dream of the open plains and endless grasslands or are they content to graze in the emerald green pasture, daydreaming of sugar cubes and apples?


Perhaps we should take note of their contentment...