Saturday, February 28, 2015

Go Away, Old Man Winter!

Old Man Winter, I’ve had enough
It’s time for you to go
These past few months have been tough
I’m fed up, just so you know!

I’m so sick of freezing
I’m sick of scraping the car,
I’m so sick of sneezing
Who do you think you are?

I’m so sick of shoveling snow
I’m sick of sloppy sleet
I’m sick of icy winds that blow
And knock me off my feet,

My pants sure are getting tight
I’m sick of winter flab,
I’m sick of seeing so much white
The scenery is drab,

I want to see green leaves and flowers
To heck with snow and ice,
Turn that snow into April showers
Wouldn’t that be nice?

Like a guest who’s stayed too long
We’re giving you a blast,
Go back to the Arctic where you belong
And let Spring come at last!

Saturday, February 21, 2015

#1000Speak for Compassion - An Acrostic Poem

I am taking part in the special blogging movement #1000 Speak for Compassion. 

In honour of this special movement, I am writing an Acrostic Poem using the word Compassion.

#1000 Speak for Compassion

Caring for other people is the right choice
Be an Ombudsman for those without a voice,
Mentor lost souls in need of a guide
Give them Praise and they’ll shine with pride,
Appreciate folks and let them know
Show emotion and let stuff go,
Show kindness every chance you get
Identify with people you’ve just met,
Outreach and help those in need
Nurture, inspire and take the lead

If you show compassion every day
Your life will be blessed in every way!

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

A Love For All Seasons

I am writing this for the Wordy Wednesday prompt at Blog-A-Rhythm using the phrase "A Love for All Seasons."

It was love at first sight for John when he first met Emily in the park during apple blossom time. Her black lab, Fred ran towards him and wrapped the leash around them both. Emily always liked to joke about how Fred had brought them together.

Over the summer, their romance heated up along with his stuffy high rise apartment where they squished themselves into John’s single bed. Many nights it was so hot that they would pull the mattress onto the small balcony. Even the noise of the cars below didn’t bother them since they were so in love.

That summer, John took Emily on a road trip right across Canada just so they could see the Pacific Ocean. By fall, they moved in together. They had their first big fight when John complained about the dinner tasting burnt.  Emily burst into tears and told John she was pregnant. John proposed on bended knee while Fred looked on in approval. They were married just before Christmas and before Emily’s gown got too tight.

As John sat in the chair beside Emily in her hospital bed, he watched the snowflakes falling outside the window. They’d celebrated their sixtieth anniversary two months ago with a big party and lots of guests. Then Emily got sick and had to be admitted to hospital.

John held Emily’s frail hand in his as she took her last breath and slipped away. His grown children Robert, Susan and Penny hugged him and they all cried for the loss of a wonderful wife and mother.

John and Emily had shared a love for all seasons.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

A Tribute to the Chickadee

Sweet little chickadee perched in the tree
How tiny and frail you seem to be,
Such a wisp of a bird, so small and slight
How do you endure winter’s nasty bite?

Tiny in stature, but yet you survive
I admire how you stay alive,
Flitting from the feeder to the tree
Chirping chickadee, dee, deee,

You hold the seed between your toes
And crack it open while the wind blows,
Tap, tap, tap and munch, munch, munch
It takes all day to eat your lunch,

Chickadee, you are tough and bold
You keep on singing, despite the cold,
You flit about in weak winter sun
I’d swear that you were having fun!

Saturday, February 14, 2015

A Special Guest Post from Shilpa Gupte

I’m happy to introduce my lovely new friend Shilpa Gupte from Mumbai in India. In honour of Valentine's Weekend, we thought we would each do guest posts on each others' blogs to celebrate our friendship.

Shilpa is doing a guest post on my blog today and I am doing a guest post on hers that you can find here. Cat Guest Post on Shilpa's Blog 

Shilpa and I met in the Blog-A-Rhythm group, a fun group of very supportive bloggers run by Shailaja Vishwanath, a really fun lady and a great writer. 


Many of the bloggers live in India like my friend Shilpa who is from Mumbai. I love meeting people around the world and am especially excited to learn about India as it’s such a fascinating country with cultures, languages and climates quite different from Canada but yet similar in many ways.

I'm so proud to be a 

Thanks for all you do to make BAR fun, Shailaja!

Take it away, Shilpa......

It has been a year since I began blogging  at the insistence of my friend, who felt I needed to add some zing to my life.  I give her complete credit for the place I am in right now! My entry in the blogosphere not only opened up new doors for me, but also brought me in contact with some amazingly talented people! People with whom I shared so much in common, that it surprised me no end! People with whom I struck an instant  friendship, which drove away my loneliness. 

It felt a lot like my childhood days, when I would search for pen-pals from around the world. Just look at my luck -- I found not one, but so many of them! So many of them from whom I got a chance to learn a lot, about blogging, about relationships, about life, the list goes on. 

Recently, I  happened to meet a charming soul, Cat Graham, with whom I happen to share my other hobby - sketching. What an instant connection it was! Am I glad I came onto the NET? Yes! I most certainly am! And, she has so graciously requested me to write a guest post for her blog! Another 'first' for me, which makes me feel so happy and proud of myself. 
I am sharing some of my sketches here, Cat. And, thank you, once again, for this invitation. You are a darling. May this friendship blossom into a wonderful association, lasting a life time! 

Thanks so much for agreeing to do a guest post on my blog, Shilpa! Love your drawings! They're wonderful! This was fun! Let's hear it for this special online friendship that connects us despite the distance .

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

The Finch

The finch sings his cheerful song
Even when times are tough,
He knows what it takes to be strong
And to him, that’s more than enough,

The branch bends with the snowy squall
The finch holds on and sings,
He believes in himself, and will not fall
He knows that he has wings.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Just Call Me The Crazy Bird Lady

I’ve always loved birds ever since I was a kid. One of my favourite songs is from Mary Poppins “Feed the Birds.”

In 2009, I traveled to England to visit my writing pals, Caz, Val and Suzanne. My first stop was London where I made a point of staying at a hostel right near St. Paul’s Cathedral where the famous bird lady sat on the steps to feed the birds in Mary Poppins magical snow globe.  

Here is a street view of St. Paul's when I first arrived. Kind of a different view than the typical view highlighting the famous dome.

Here is a view of the courtyard at the hostel. Apparently years ago, the St. Paul's choristers used to live at the hostel where I stayed since it was very close to the cathedral.

Even though the hostel was very basic with 5 women to a room, it was still so magical to be gently lulled by St. Paul’s Cathedral bell chiming every 15 minutes. And I got to sit on those famous steps and imagine I was the bird lady feeding the pigeons.

This winter Hubby put up some clotheslines for me to hang birdfeeders on and keep the squirrels away. HA! Nothing keeps squirrels away! They quickly learned how to do the ol tightrope walk to the food. Here is a photo of one attempting to take the suet cake in a driving snowstorm. He had a few nibbles but didn't manage to take it.

Who would have thought that I’d enjoy this whole bird watching venture so much?  I seem to have gotten into a daily habit of photographing the birds and posting my daily bird photo.  I seem to have struck a chord as others are enjoying my birdie photos, too, which makes me happy.

Here is a photo of Mr. Cardinal, my favourite bird as everyone who has followed me on Facebook knows by now. I see Mr. C and I know it's going to be a lucky day.

It’s official. Not only am I a crazy CAT LADY, but I am also a CRAZY BIRD LADY, too and proud of it. 

TWEET! TWEET! and I don't mean Twitter either!