-
Senses
I’m no poet, but for what its worth, this came to me last night. Hope you like it.
Partridgeberry jam by the spoonful from the jam dish: You can taste it.
Wood smoke drifts from chimneys in the frosty morn : you can smell it.
Dew kissed fence palings on your path : you can feel it.
Vapor rising from the glass like sound : you can see it.
An echoing put put from down the arm : you can hear itHome, it fills up your senses, never to be forgotten.
… Me …
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Gotta keep em cool! If you can’t steal from your friends…
ReflectionsThis post is probably for me more than anyone, but feel free to read, or skip…. I don’t remember the exact date anymore, but sometime around the 26th of this month, it will be 22 years since I got in the old Corsica with Keith and came to Halifax …- Old Christmas DayBack when I was a kid I remember January 6th being called Old Christmas Day. Noone seems to mention it much anymore, but curiosity got the better of me. It seems the date is a holdover from the old Julian to Gregorian calendar change, where 10 days got chopped off …
Sweet Leaves, Frankum, and Spruce BudsThe other night I had a memory of being on the grass on Celie Burt’s garden in Elliott’s Cove, with Tony Burt I believe, but that part of the memory is foggy. Its my most vivid memory of eating something we all ate as kids I’m sure; sweet leaves. Eric …