saturday morning . . .

yesterday under these skies depicted here . . . i wrote the story for the last two years i will be a teacher by letting go of my grade six assignment (a position i have held for seventeen years) and returning to grade 2/3, the very grade levels i began my career at.

i am very very excited and full of hope for a ton of fun and learning over the next two years.

these skies very much complimented my happiness.

this boulder

this beautiful huge old boulder holds the space at the confluence of two streams just before they merge with the otonabee river . . . .

a stunning ride home (part two)

reflecting on the reflections i saw on my way home . . .

a stunning ride home (part 1)

i rarely complain about the weather. it is what it is. this morning though, well it was tough. it bugged me. really wet, cold, and hurtful rain hit my face. over and over and over.

but . . . then it cleared and my ride home was - well, stunning!

april snow

it snowed yesterday . . . by the time i got home, much of it had gone back into the air where it fell from. so i searched around and found these little jewels bravely shining!

impatient

the first little dandelion pokes its head up and out of the ground . . . .

flowers for her

unintentional earth art . . .

sometimes i take the long way . . .

an almost windless day. a sky pebbled with clouds. i took the long way to work this morning just on the off-chance i would see something lovely . . . .

burning bush

on yard duty yesterday . . .

the very small fragile things . . .

i'm drawn to the truly fragile. the unlikely. the stuff of life that is magically beautiful ...

despite everything . . .

the return of scruff

after a long winter of eating, sleeping, and collecting dust ... miss scruffypants has re-emerged!

the kitchen candy counter

the return of the kitchen candy counter . . . it's been gone too long.

backstroke

the sleepy cardinal

walking home from school i noticed this cardinal resting his head on a branch . . .

flooding . . .

the river is high at this time of the year . . .

french fries . . .

i spent a little time with jonathan livingston seagull this morning.

we usually share philosphical meanderings, but this time we talked about how long it's been since either of us ate french fries . . . .

cold spring

at the end of my driveway this morning . . .

flowers in spring . . .

cut flowers . . .

she knows i love flowers . . .

dogwood

on a chilly thin day, the dogwood carries the moment . . .

flow

ice bells

the receding waters

little gems hang stranded on water bound branches as the floodwaters recede  . . . .

ice heart

this little ice heart was left behind by the receding river . . .

the receding ice (i)

the strength of the sun

walking in this morning . . . everything . . .everything holding its breath. whispers of "look at me" . . . "no me" . . . everywhere i look it's winter all over again but for the strength of the sun.

winter returns

the view off the back porch . . .

tulip petal

in the light

one of my paintings catching the late afternoon sun (after the sunlight has passed through some stained glass.)

work in progress