For Catherine

A colleague of mine called it a career this week and, as these things often go, I found the occasion to be bittersweet. I wanted to mark the milestone in a special way, and so a poem emerged about the garden that we cared for. The poem is called For Catherine. Check it out at my new blog My Roots Run Deeper.

Hollyhocks in the garden at Colborne Lodge

Birdsong Cabaret

I've really gotten into birds lately, and I'm very lucky that life allows me to attend places where I can see them in large numbers. Even before I took a particular interest in them, I always knew it was spring when the birds would wake me up with their songs early in the morning, before the sun came out and cast light on the day. That happened today for the first time this year, so it must truly be spring.  The experience inspired a Haiku.

Birdsong Cabaret

Four a.m. birdsong
Awakens in darkest day

Earth's bright cabaret

A haiku that happens to rhyme. Is that allowed? Lol. Here are some of the birds I have seen recently.

Red-winged Blackbird in High Park.
Listen for their unmistakable trill.
Watch out when they are
protecting their nests. 
They will dive bomb you!

American Robin in Toronto.
A true harbinger of spring.

A Song Sparrow in Tiny Marsh.
Not especially trusting of humans, but
happy to share its song.

Happy Birdwatching! Happy Gardening!

The Blue Flower of Bhutan

Be sure to check out my short story The Blue Flower of Bhutan and other garden-related posts on my blog My Roots Run Deep II.  In the meantime, enjoy these pictures of blue poppies taken in 2019 at Memorial University Botanical Garden in Newfoundland.

Happy Gardening!