“Wine is bottled poetry.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
January has ended in a rain of spoken word poetry as Rufous Hummingbirds soar above the trees and the first cherry blossoms start to bloom on once bare trees. Clusters of snowdrops are bursting forth from manicured rectangles of freshly turned soil or popping up wild among the secret places of the forest. Small bouquets of purple and gold crocuses are also making an appearance, their bright colour a balm for rain weary hearts.
There is still winter decorating to behold in quiet corners on walks throughout our neighbourhood. I recently spied some large, galvanized grey stars with equally large pale blue orbs hanging among the dark limbs of winter-shorn trees in front of a lovely heritage home, an enchanting nod to a season still unfolding.
A recent gorgeous sunset lit up an icy blue sky, spreading across the vastness like a great, dusky pink daisy on a day without a camera. A small notebook waits for me on the desk by the window ready to capture the wonder before it fades away…
February heralds the colour red and the vibrant shade brightens days that still cling to darkness…a month which reminds us of dark red wine, decadent chocolate and the fire of love, perfect precursors to the new season to come. Even the Red-winged Blackbirds have returned to roost among the naked branches of the tall chestnut trees one street over in anticipation of spring, their loud chorus ringing out several times a day!
Winter storms still lash our coast although pale sunlight periodically pierces the gloom and we all rush out to feel a bit of warmth. Today finds me outside, in between raindrops, having left a warm apartment to catch a breath of fresh air before heading to the library. Familiar sights greet me, the man who walks barefoot no matter the weather and now my fellow writers scattered throughout the library working at various tables. As I sit here at my own table, my eyes are drawn to the soft light glowing above the high-rises of my eclectic, well-loved neighbourhood, the sun peeking out from behind dark clouds, ever closer.
This post is dedicated to our beloved relative Ian who passed away this February while in hospice back east, our hearts are full in the knowledge that he is resting in a beautiful spot where we picnicked together in the fall of 2016 near Paris, Ontario. You will never be forgotten…
Beautiful tribute Kim. I’m so sorry for your loss.❤️🌙💕
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Ian is never too far away from my thoughts these days…thank you for thinking of us & leaving your lovely note…it warms my heart!
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I’m sorry for your loss Kim..
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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Hugs are good…thank you for stopping by & leaving yours…I’m so blessed to have such lovely readers!
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My heart goes out for your loss Kimberlee. Such touching words that convey so much emotions.
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The tears still come but the memories of our time together bring a lot of joy…your comforting words warm my heart, thank you (always!) for your kindness, Mark!
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I’m sorry for your loss, but thankful you’ve got your beautiful memories of what must’ve been a very special picnic. Hugs ❤❤❤
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We made some delicious sandwiches in the kitchen of the stone house before we headed out for some adventure…we found ourselves sitting on the wooden steps of the community hall just taking in the beautiful fall day…it’s memories like this that help us smile through the tears…thank you for thinking of us, it warms my heart!
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❤❤❤
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A beautiful tribute. May his Soul rest in peace.
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Thank you so much for your beautiful note, Amitav…your kind words are a great comfort…we are so blessed to have collected some wonderful memories of Ian over the years, they will keep him close.
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We are so sorry for your loss Kimberlee, this is a beautiful tribute to Ian – may he rest in peace 💜
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I have the sweetest readers…thank you for your kind words…it means a lot!
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I’m so sorry to hear of your loss, Kim. This is a beautifully written post. I also love the photos. It’ll be winter here for another few months at least.
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Thank you, Brenda! When someone leaves our world we are reminded of how precious each day or season is…the sun is shining as I catch up on notes, it feels like a very cool spring day out there…I’ll send you some your way…I’m so glad you stopped by!
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I lost a dear uncle last year. I was devastated. And as you so wisely mention, through our loss we are reminded of precious our time is. I’ll be keeping an eye out for that weather btw. 🙂
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I’m so sorry to read of your loss…how comforting to know that his memory lives on in your thoughts…I do hope some sweeter weather find its way to you!
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Thank you, Kim.💜 And me too.😊
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A most beautiful tribute to your dear relative. My favourite image: ‘Even the Red-winged Blackbirds have returned to roost among the naked branches of the tall chestnut trees one street over in anticipation of spring, their loud chorus ringing out several times a day!’
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Thank you for this…I appreciate you stopping by & leaving your very kind words, it warms my heart!
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Why you are welcome, lovely! 🙂
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Such beautiful writing, Kim, and a lovely dedication to Ian. You paint pictures with your words that are equally delicate, rich, and deeply emotional. I get all choked up when I read your posts. ❤
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Your words are a joy to read…I’m so thankful to find them here…what a beautiful gift!
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Please accept my condolences Kim. This is a beautiful tribute to Ian. 🌼
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Thank you so much, Brigid…your kindness means a lot!
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What a fitting tribute to a beautiful who has gone ahead of us…to be with our creator…the winter and the coming of spring or the changing of weathers reminds us of our constant battle to survive and live our lives out as it is each day…
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Your poetic words are a lovely tribute to Ian and others who have gone ahead…
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Very sorry to hear about your loss. That is a beautiful tribute, Kim.
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I’m overwhelmed with all the kind words flowing towards this post…thank you for stopping by and adding yours.
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I sighed after reading this gift…it’s so very, very lovely…we, your friends and readers, are so blessed by your need to express yourself though written word….as one who loves to read and write…who loves words…I feel spoiled and privileged to be one of the lucky ones who’s found one of the literary worlds best kept secrets…thanks for sharing 🙂
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Your words have definitely brightened up a rather cold winter day…I went to a classical music concert yesterday afternoon with my Mom (she receives free tickets from the admin office where she lives!) at a gorgeous venue downtown and was marveled by all the talent…I was not destined to play the piano like my Mom but was destined to try to create worlds with words instead of notes! Thank you for encouraging me (always!), you are a dear writing friend!
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Beautiful tribute. I’m so sorry for your loss. Your words paint pictures. You don’t need a camera to capture what you see.
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Thank you so much, Robin…your lovely, kind words are appreciated and warm my heart!
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What a stunningly visual piece of writing, and an equally stunning sentiment to your loved one passed… healing hugs to you my friend xx
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Thank you so much, Hayley! Your beautiful words have warmed my heart…
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You are most welcome xx
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“Today finds me outside, in between raindrops, having left a warm apartment to catch a breath of fresh air before heading to the library. Familiar sights greet me, the man who walks barefoot no matter the weather and now my fellow writers scattered throughout the library working at various tables. As I sit here at my own table, my eyes are drawn to the soft light glowing above the high-rises of my eclectic, well-loved neighbourhood, the sun peeking out from behind dark clouds, ever closer.” I can see you there! Also, I really liked: “January has ended in a rain of spoken word poetry” – thanks, Kimberlee!
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Thank you, Theresa! The hummingbirds were so vocal, it made me think of poetry…your words have brightened a rather snowy day, I bet it’s snowing just as hard down your way!
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Oh! and cold. Brr! I’m ready for post-30-degree (F) weather. We had snow specks floating around here today but (thankfully) nothing more heavy materialized. I’m picking up some native plants tomorrow for a rehabilitative site planting, and it’s a bit of a drive, so didn’t want to have snow problems. 🙂
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Our snowfall was heavy for this time of year…it’s a perfect winter wonderland outside at the moment!
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sorry for your loss … lovely photos and beautifully written, you have talent!
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Thank you so much for your lovely comment, it warms my heart…I’m so glad you stopped by!
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my pleasure … keep smiling 🙂
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Even a dog knows something of beauty when he sees it. My person particularly likes this line “an enchanting nod to a season still unfolding”. What a wonderful tribute. Love Ben xx
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What a lovely surprise to read your words here…they truly warm my heart and if I had a tail, it would be wagging!
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