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A moment of beautiful – crocuses in bloom!

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the place: our front lawn by the driveway

the time: April 27, 2017

the beautiful: three plantings of purple crocus

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A couple of days ago, as I left the driveway, I looked back and saw my blooming crocuses … purple and dark-purple-veined … shining in the sun.
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The sight reminds me to always plan for the future. I planted these a few years ago, thinking, one day these will give me and others lots of joy. Today was the pay-out!

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Flight paths

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Bees navigate airways,

scan for nectar, flowers

in April bloom.

Guidance olfactory and sight –

ultraviolet, blue and green –

landing platforms,

runways invisible

(to human eyes)

lead to nectar.

Workers gather

and leave

for the hive

to waggle stories

to their kin.

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Copyright Jane Tims 2017

Written by jane tims

April 29, 2017 at 10:17 am

a moment of beautiful – autumn leaves

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Like stained glass against the sky!

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Copyright Jane Tims 2016

Written by jane tims

October 10, 2016 at 7:50 am

after the ice storm

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Our drive in the crystal world after the ice storm reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago.

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It is a rebellious poem (for me), written when I was entering the workforce and unwilling to be viewed from any traditional point of view. Part of the poem uses the metaphor of ‘breaking the glass ceiling’ (Marilyn Davidson and Cary Cooper. Shattering the Glass Ceiling: The Woman Manager. Paul Chapman, Pub., 1992). The poem is about an experience in 1979 of walking in a forest after an ice storm, on one of my earliest dates with my husband. Apparently I didn’t want him to think of me in any traditional role!

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Breaking the Glass Ceiling

 

we still see birch

bent in the forest

broken yet grown

fifteen years

since the ice storm

years translucent

as the curtain of fir

you held back for me

 

I ran ahead

wanted to walk with you

but hoped you knew

how alone I could be

above me branches

burdened

with ice

 

your hand on my arm

 

go softly ! (you said)

a touch

will shatter

twigs and tree-tops

chiselled from ice

 

breathe

and hear a million cymbals

tied to our wrists with ribbon

 

I wanted to listen with you

but hoped you knew

I would never be

coins in a wishing well

a ballerina bolted to a box of jewels

goblets clinking for a kiss

 

I will not let you

shelter me

 

I know only

shards of glass

from the ceiling

 

(some days I am fragile

only needing warmth

to keep from breaking)

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Copyright 2016 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

March 31, 2016 at 7:20 am

apple orchard after the ice storm

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On Saturday, we went for a drive to see the results of last week’s freezing rain storm. Every tree sparkled with its layer of frozen water. When we stopped by the roadside to take some photos, the sound of cracking ice made a continuous stippling noise in the forest.

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I was amazed at the odd miniaturized appearance of the ice-covered apple trees in an orchard not far from our cabin. The trees are normal sized but there is a lack of scale and weirdness of light in the photos that miniaturizes the entire scene. The third photo, including the ploughed side road, looks more normal.

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I think this will be our last winter storm of the season. We still have snow on the ground but next week’s warming should take it all away!

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Copyright 2016 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

March 28, 2016 at 7:00 am

Lighting the tree

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A week after bringing the tree inside, we have lights!

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I am taking my time with Christmas. I  enjoyed the look of the undecorated green tree. Now I will spend at least one evening with lights alone for decorations. No hurry. No hurry at all!

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Copyright Jane Tims 2015

Written by jane tims

December 21, 2015 at 7:00 pm

something orange

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I love the colour orange. It must be so – it is one of the most used ‘tag’ words in my blog postings.

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This is a rather whimsical ‘side-view’ watercolour of an orange mushroom I saw recently in our cottage woods. I published the ‘top-view’ in an earlier post.

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November 22, 2015 ‘side-view of an orange mushroom’ Jane Tims

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November 5, 2015 'woodland floor' Jane Tims

November 5, 2015 ‘woodland floor’ Jane Tims

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December 2, 2015 at 7:05 am

colour on the woodland floor

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Today, we went for a walk along the trails at our camp. My favorite path runs along the boundary, next to our zig-zag cedar fence and among young white pine, grey birch, red maple and balsam fir.

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The weather has been very damp, so I expected to find fungi along the way. But I was surprised to see a beautiful patch of bright orange toadstools, each with a distinct orange-red center. They stood out among the red-brown leaves and green mosses.

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I am not good at the identification of fungi, but I think this is Caesar’s mushroom (Amanita caesarea). It is easily confused with the poisonous Amanita muscaria, so no one should use my painting as an identification guide. Just a celebration of orange and red on a fall day.

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November 5, 2015 'woodland floor' Jane Tims

November 5, 2015 ‘woodland floor’ Jane Tims

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Copyright Jane Tims 2015

Written by jane tims

November 5, 2015 at 5:01 pm

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