Last hour of the last day of the month but here we are. Again, time flying past. When it flies by so quickly, it makes me even more thankful for my daily habits of a haiku and a picture and my gratitude journal, all ways to record each day, to know that each day held something special or unique, even my dail tarot reading with its reflections on the previous day's reading holds gems or highlights of the day. Otherwise time slips away like fine sand.
May was a good month, sure, let's call it a merry month. My oldest step-daughter, Crystal, who lives in southern Ontario had much needed stents put in after heart trouble. One more to go and I think she'll find them a tremendous help. She was already noticing a difference a week later. They were very literally a lifesaver for Rob 13 years ago. And speaking of 13, our oldest grandchild, Ethan turned 13 this month. We had an outdoor bbq family party for him which was a lovely way to spend a couple of hours before my midnight shift.
May also brought Mother's Day. Dad had shared a bunch of old old photos with me on an early month visit. I remembered them on seeing them, could feel the sea breeze in my hair, could feel the sand down my bathing suit, sticking to my legs. This photo is of Mam and me, possibly at Saltburn or Redcar.
Black and white photos
“Every day is Mother’s Day.”
Haiku #128 & 85 (#the100dayproject2022)
Mam never really agreed with Mothers Day and Fathers Day etc believing that parents should be celebrated every day, not just on one special day. I agree. But it is nice and gives me a warm fuzzy feeling when Dane and/or my step kids acknowledge it.
Also in May, we had NOWW's LitFest. It was done differently this year by letting the winners know ahead of time that they had won--but they had to keep it secret until the winners were announced at the LitFest. I didn't like it this way as much. Not as exciting although it was equally nerve wracking as I'd agreed to read part of my first place entry out loud! I won 3 prizes and was thrilled and honoured to do so. 3rd place--short fiction; 2nd place--creative nonfiction and 1st place--Bill MacDonald prize (a story with a local theme, this year non-fiction). Many winners this year came from out of town or out of province. The contest is international.
As you can see from the haiku photos, our weather has been wild this month. But all the rain has made everything incredibly, delightfully green. Today we had fierce winds and there were tornado warnings for outlying areas and towns. The power is out at Shebandowan (Dad and Sandy's lakeside home) so we can't spend time together out there tomorrow as were our plans. Instead we'll visit them in town to celebrate their 3rd wedding anniversary.
Leaving you with some haiku. And warmest wishes to you for June.
time with friends
lone angler on the dock
bright orange hope
tangle of the yard
total overwhelm until
light on white petal
Welcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world.