F is for Fed up of the Mister Winter raining on her spring!!! Rain, snow, ice pellets, sunshine and drizzle and last night she walks home with blowing snow and snow building on the ground. She’d heard of the forecast and thought little of it since she was sure the snow would melt hitting the streets of the city. Not so! Late that night, walking home from work, she cut across her short-cut to get to the Métro, avoiding her usual longer walk on the slippery streets and sidewalks. Walk was slow but arriving home, she notices someone waits with anticipation.
(c) Clr’16
emerald eyes look out
snow flurries blur her vision
a loyal friend waits
E is for Emerald and my mom’s favourite colour was green makes this post all the more meaningful. When I think of the word “emerald” however, I also think of Emerald City in the land of Oz which was the famous dream of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. I was quite surprised when I read that this children`s book was published in 1900, written by Frank Baum and illustrated by W. W. Denslow. If you look at the illustrations, you can see the characters in the movie (1939) were pretty darn close.
Every October the movie played on television when I was growing up and my father would call my sister and me to come watch the movie with him and my mother. It was a tradition, sort of like The Sound of Music was with my children and other holiday classics.
Ah that Emerald City was the place where Dorothy would get all her problems resolved and get home to Kansas. How I loved her red patent leather shoes!! And the famous phrase was on the lips of many after a long trip, “There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home.”
No matter how many times I saw the movie, each time I would still fear that wicked old witch and her soldiers and those trees too!!! Oh, my goodness!!
I never realized how much that movie became a part of me until I was a young adult and read The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty and every night I was so scared of the devil (being Catholic we actually feared being possessed!) for three months after reading this book, I would cross my arms over my chest and repeat “I don’t believe in the power of the devil, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t” I became the Lion that lacked courage at 20 years old! I never could see the movie…if ever it was television and I turned the channel on that movie by mistake, just a few seconds hearing a deep voice coming out of that little girl, I would have nightmares for days! Yep, that’s how scared I was.
Emerald City was such a place to be and I loved the part where Dorothy is getting all prettied up ( my mother being a hairdresser made it even more meaningful). My mother loved Judy Garland (who played Dorothy) and even when her dementia was very advanced, I would sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow and her eyes came back to life.
Photo: Cheryl-Lynn Dec 2013, Montreal on my way home to the Métro
Interestingly as I was looking for a word synonymous with never forgotten, I heard the voice of Nat King Cole crooning “unforgettable” in my mind, and just knew, Mom was near me at this very moment.
She writes a haiku listening to Carlos Nakai playing the flute…the sound of earth`s spirit is consuming, seeping into her whole being. Looking at her feline friend, she smiles calling out to her and asking her if she is, too, enjoying the sounds of nature.
The music video is playing on the screen and her feline friend looks at her questioningly, then turns towards the sound…she wonders if her furry friend can see the breathtaking images of mountains, streams, waterfalls and fauna.
Blogging from A to Z is ON!! I will be using this challenge sometimes, as my Daily Moments to write waka…either a haibun, troibun or simply a troiku or cascading haiku…
Two days of rain and I still refuse to let that shade my mood when azure skies were so breathtaking Easter Sunday…ah to sit on the deck at my daughter’s home and pretend I was 30 something and the kids were little. Me on the deck worshiping the sun, the kids in the sandbox…life was so darn simple then or that is what I feel thinking back. Was it really simple? I sure enjoyed relaxing and even dipping my bare feet in the sand. Making mud pies was fun too!
(troiku) feet soaking in mud feeling such simple pleasures precious memories
feet soaking in mud
twitching toes giggling
with delight
feeling such simple pleasures
warmth of golden sun
in that azure sky
She enjoyed a lovely Easter weekend, having rented car to visit her children, get some shopping done and seeing her grandson play hockey. To her delight, when she arrived at the rent-a-car, she expected her usual compact car but they offered her the Mini-Cooper for the same price…bonus!! She drove in comfort and still had a compact vehicle to park easily.
Friday was cloudy and raining off and on as it should be on Good Friday…a sombre day. Saturday was sunny and cool but the sun kept one so nice and warm in the comfort of a car. She visited with her son and daughter-in-law, sharing a meal together topped with chocolaty dessert.
sharing food so much more filling – among, people we love
Easter Sunday was surely a spiritual sign with the hot sun and feeling of new life. Sitting on the deck for the first time this year with her daughter and son-in-law…
Watching her mistress eating her dinner she followed the fort from her plate to her mouth with such anticipation. Meowing gently with those piercing eyes…
piercing eyes plead
meows that melt a heat
determined
manipulation
at its best
(c) Tournesol ’16-03-27
Another Daily Moment ~ March 27 2016 ~ Determination
It is 18:16 and she can’t help but be reminded, He died over three hours ago over almost two thousand years ago. It has rained off and on today and it still remains cloudy…as it it should…
seems fitting
raindrops mimicking
a mother’s sorrow
skies weep
mourning her son
wailing
as it should
Good Friday revisited
when sons die
She can’t help but be reminded of my best friend’s recent loss, January 28th…her son…she imagines every mother who has lost a son, every sibling who has lost a brother…loss of a cousin, nephew…and on and on and on…they feel the pain.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 