Virginia Woolf wrote: 

"D'ya mean to say your silken phrases are dug for and sweated out?  I thought you dipped your brush and drew your stroke.  And as for me, I write everything except Orlando 4 times over, and should write it 6 times; and after a morning of grunting and groaning have 200 words to show:  and those as crazy as broken china.
"These are sober facts; and then we, who live in the same age, and sometimes meet in the flesh, have these mistaken ideas about each other: What then is the worth of criticism?"

~In a letter to David Garnett (Dec.,1929) A Reflection of The Other Person / The Letters of Virginia Woolf 1929 - 1931, Editor N. Nicolson; Assistant Editor: J. Trautmann, Chatto & Windus Ltd., Clarke, Irwin & Co. Ltd., 1978.

Doors Open Haldimand ~  Sat., Sept., 15
Cottonwood Mansion will be open from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00

Curator Jill Walters-Klamer and Clayton Spears

For a complete listing of sites participating in the 2012 Doors Open Haldimand, go to www.cottonwoodmansion.ca  (View a slide show of the mansion.)


Photograph compliments of Catherine Stidsen, Vice-President, Cottonwood Mansion.  Thank you Catherine.

Nicholas Log Cabin, Cayuga

DOORS OPEN
HALDIMAND COUNTY

Saturday, September 15

Focusing on the stories of the County's early Loyalist settlers during the War of 1812.

Cottonwood Mansion, Selkirk

For sites participating in this year's Doors Open Haldimand, visit www.doorsopenontario.on.ca  Most sites will be open from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.

"After the family and friends went home, after the receptions ended and the sun slid behind winter's gray shroud, what would linger over the city was the certainty of a single, seemingly inalterable fact:  The country was divided, and so Washington was divided, more divided politically than at any time since before World War II."
~ Barack Obama, January 4, 2005 on being sworn in as a member of the 109th Congress.

~ The Audacity of Hope,  B. Obama, President U.S. (b. August 4, 1961) Tree Rivers Press, 2006.



"The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung."



the apple tree


"...Were they pearls, What necklaces could be!"

SUMMER SHOWER  by Emily Dickinson

A drop fell on the apple-tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.

Dusty Road to James N. Allan Park