Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Lest We Forget
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scare heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold on high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~ Canadian military doctor, Major John McCrae
May 1915
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scare heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold on high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~ Canadian military doctor, Major John McCrae
May 1915
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Good Ship Alana
A sailboat voyage that many of us may dream of but will probably never have the opportunity to take: Captain Dave's Alana adventure is a breath-taking experience. Spectacular photography and riveting story-telling.
Clear skies, Captain Dave.
http://www.goodshipalana.blogspot.com/
Clear skies, Captain Dave.
http://www.goodshipalana.blogspot.com/
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sense of Wonder

The magical realm of unspoiled fields, woodlots and streams was our environment as kids growing up in the country.
We trudged around in hand-me-down rubber boots exploring swampy tadpole ponds and tiny trails travelled by mice. We swash buckled through bush-rows inhabited by bugs and grasshoppers chased into flight by our intrusion.
We probed groundhog holes with sticks ~ always expecting something wonderful. We climbed fences and trees, venturing ever further as we got older. We were never bored like so many kids today. ~
The world of Beatrix Potter, Thornton Burgess and Kenneth Grahame raised adventurous kids that never lost their sense of wonder.
Photo: by Lorna. Click to view larger image.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Eddies Below the Bridge

"Late October or early November ~ after weeks of frost and the fields brown and the harvest long taken and the garden ripped up and dumped and the trees mostly bare and the house tucked up for Winter ~ comes the moment of miraculous restoration, Summer's curtain call or triumphal final tour: The wind relents, the sun rises, golden warmth risen from frozen acres, and Indian Summer visits like a millionaire."
Seasons at Eagle Pond, Donald Hall, Houghton Mifflin Company 1987
Photo: Eddies below the bridge ~ Saugeen, Melancthon, Ontario
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