An Impression

04/10/2018

Delicate. Strength
subtly woven into each strand.
Luxury among mediocrity. Cashmere
faintly holds the fragrance of virulent lies,
perspiration, earned honesty,
recycled promises.

Natural fibres stretch,
in time, to accommodate the
weight of all she stood up to. Decisions
derived unwillingly, expansive circumstance
beyond control. Colour fades, becomes
less fashionable.

Old sweater. A favorite
will age. We all do. Once offered warmth,
now covers up mistakes, scars, neglect.
Modalities of poor choices an unworthy
excuse. Leave an impression. Finer threads
come with a price.

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07/20/2026

Mondays are just young Fridays

Green beans continue an almost magical journey up the trellis. More tomatoes appear on the vine each day, and I’ve become fascinated with the red pepper blossoms in anticipation of my first crop of the vegetable.

The rhubarb will soon be ready for a pie (and I’ve been tinkering in my head with the recipe for a side dish). Already I’ve tasted some of the results from our herb patch.

The Rudbeckia have just begun to flower, the first crop of what I envision being a sizeable patch of Black-eyed Susan providing annual colour to the front yard. One lily appeared this week; there should have been more, but the inner-city deer have been using my front flower bed as a salad bar of sorts. All the hydrangea buds were also nibbled up weeks ago.

A group of shrubs were unexpectedly planted in a kidney-shaped patch on the front lawn I hadn’t intended on establishing until next year. There was a great deal at the garden centre, so my plans were moved up.

Yes, my garden is becoming an obsession. Each morning, even in the rain, I wander around the yard and check up on its progress. Each day reveals something wonderful.

I’ve not gardened in decades. Living in a condo in downtown Toronto these past years, there was only space for select plants on the terrace. Even before that, life left such little time for a garden.

Last spring, as we settled into our new home in Winnipeg (and its not really fitting to call a 125-year-old bungalow “new”) I spent days building raised planters throughout the yard. We also fiound spots for annuals and perennials along the edge. The front flower bed remains a work in progress.

Gardening is still very much a process of trial and error. So far, I’ve got better results with my tomatoes this year after building a secluded space for them to grow. Last year, the wide-open tomato crop was mainly devastated by chipmunks and squirrels who nibbled the bottoms off just about every piece of fruit.

I took a lot more care this year.

A garden requires care.

A garden becomes something to care about.

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07/18/2026

worth in the way

         sleep
     perceived value

   otherworldly delights
rest upon familiar pillows

      one in the same
    and you can’t know
      where the mind goes
or whom your images
        may touch

there is worth
       in the way
you remember by day

     all that night
          will keep
       to itself

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07/16/2026

the continuum

We should forever be grateful to those who had the nerve, the courage, or the insight to point out the errs of our ways.

  All too frequently, we remain caught up in the confusion or deception that has, perhaps, surrounded us for too long. It may be days, or weeks; the continuum of life’s cycle stretches over months and years and makes up your emotional journey. It can, at times, become depressing.

  It might take another voice, even that from the unknown, which causes us to sit and take notice. It forces us back into balance.

  We are humbled.

  The cycle is not complete until we recognize, even apologize, for what we have done, or said, or not bothered with. It is yet another step on this path.

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07/21/2026

simple fact

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07/19/2026

summer pastime

Even the humblest garden offers soul satisfaction.

By its very nature, a garden requires nurturing. No matter whether you obsessively tend to the weeds and ways of your plants or simply allow them to do their thing, the progress and the process keeps you interested and involved.

It becomes more than a summer pastime.

A garden takes up your attention and shows its appreciation with continued growth for as long as the season lasts.

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07/17/2026

cloud songs

    An existence is obvious. in

sight and in tension, open

    to inspection.

An inference is more difficult

            to explain.

  Like truth, its presence

       is not always perceived.

     It is not often felt, like envy

                  or like pain, yet

             the essence remains.

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