What is this?
prisms of light
like little Junebugs flying in the forest of trees...
a fall afternoon
on the walls of the Humble Bungalow
October 13th was my father's day of birth
he would have been 87 today
I am remembering him today
a man of few words
who never shunned a challenge
a learned scholar of life
a man of strength and conviction
with moral fortitude
he walked a path not always of his choosing
he never complained
but followed his destiny
with his head held high
plagued by ill health
he chose his time
he told the doctors
he'd had enough
I'll never know how hard a decision that must have been for him
I only know how hard it was for me.
I owe you a lot Dad
as you gave me much
and I am forever in your debt.
I see lights today
they are not candles on a cake
but natural rays of beauty
and I post them in your honour
a simple beeswax pillar candle in a sterling dish
The largest of the flock of Ojibwa duck decoys that sit atop the Humble Bungalow mantle
For solace I connect with nature through a garden walkabout
camera in hand
the light is lovely
the white hydrangeas in the front garden
lattice shadows on the back deck
lovely daughter made this for me when she took pottery classes
she must have been about 12 years old
I love it!
looking around the deck...
my sister brought this back from her travels
swiss chard hunkered down in the raised bed waiting for harvest
ornamental grass plants
I am a sucker for varigated foliage
back garden hydrangea
grown from a potted plant given to me when my father passed away
how timely it blooms
clematis still blooming today
what a trooper!
evidence of autumn
muting and changing
heralding a season of change
a time to hunker down
and layer on warm wooly sweaters
and cocoon in the warmth of the hearth and home.
Stay snug, stay close, and hug often.