We discovered a Meadery on our way home from Sooke on Sunday. Anybody remember the Middle Ages? Well, mead was a devastatingly bewitching wine made from honey. It carries the reputation as a "giver of life, wisdom, courage and strength down through the ages." After a few samples (and feeling incomparably wise, courageous and strong), we left with a nice bottle of Solstice Metheglin and a couple of jars of wildflower honey. Sadly, the entire stock of Sin Cyser Mead was depleted. I just wanted it for the label anyway.
I've got bruschetta on the brain today so after treatment, gym and a few chores, I'll be busy scalding the skin off some tomatoes and chopping garlic and basil. Maybe I'll have a shot of Metheglin, just to bring out the Catherine the Great in me.
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| Beautiful French Creek Park |
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| Bee, holding honey. Now would I miss a photo-op like that? |
What a beautiful way to spend Mother’s Day and the weekend, Sis. Pure bliss, indeed. After reading about the wonderful activities you and the Bee enjoyed together, as well as seeing the glorious floral scenes captured during your solo visit to Butchart Gardens, I was inspired to share this poem about spring that Mom wrote many years ago.
ReplyDeleteI picked up her book of poetry on Mother’s Day and found it a lovely way to re-connect with her soul. You reflect so much of her in your ability to draw strength from natural beauty, your courage to face life’s challenges head on with humour and fortitude, your talent in describing what you feel and see, and your generosity in sharing your thoughts and experiences with those near and dear to you. XOXO Jan
SPRING
THE WORLD BECKONS ME THIS DAY,
THE FACE OF IT IS WASHED FOR SPRING
TREE AND BUSH, LONG CLOTHED IN
GREY
TINGE THEMSELVES WITH EARLY GREEN.
ON TOPMOST BRANCH THE ROBINS
SING
SO FULL OF JOY, MY HEART IS
ANSWERING.
‘NEATH LEAFY MOULD A CROCUS
CROWN
CIRCLES LAVENDER WHERE IT WILL
THRUSTING BEAUTY MID THE
BURROWED TOWN
OF SHY PRAIRIE DOG WHO SOUNDS
HIS PIERCING WHISTLE, LOUD AND
SHRILL
IF DANGER SHOULD BE LURKING ON
HIS HILL.
SMALL STREAMS RUNNING CLEAR,
SINGING OVER STONES OF EVERY HUE.
NURTURING TINY FISH IN NATURE’S
WEIR
SLAKING THIRST OF FOREST DEER.
WITH SUN’S FIRST WARMTH, THE
DRONE OF BEE
SIGNALS SPRING HAS COME TO
WELCOME ME.
- E. Bernice Williams
Poetry of the Heart, 2009
You don't need a shot to bring out Catherine the great. You are great just on your own! It is unfortunate that you were dizzy from the IMAX because on May 17th a new IMAX movie about Dinasaurs is coming out. Lisa has not stopped talking about how excited she is to see it, but don't you worry, I will be sure to take her once the crowds die down :) Glad to hear you had a wonderful mother's day. xoxo
ReplyDeleteoopsies.... I meant dinosaurs.
ReplyDeleteNow Miss HBG, are you telling me the truth? Really? I'm looking right into your big blue eyes. This Mama ain't no foo and she happens to know for a fact that YOU are the dinosaur fanatic, isn't that right? And here you are, trying to trick us into thinking otherwise. Naughty girl. Nevermind though, we love you anyway, more than a whole truckload of cupcakes!
ReplyDeleteHaha.. yes it may have been a slight exaggeration ..well a big one however, I thought that if I tricked Lisa into thinking she loves dinosaurs then she would bring me to see the movie. I was also really hoping that one of your followers would see my msg and then buy Lisa a dinosaur figurine thinking she would love it haha. Awe I love you guys too! You were so thoughtful to send cupcakes in with Lisa..it was the perfect treat to give me a little energy to finish the afternoon.
Deletehee hee hee!
ReplyDeleteIt's so great when yo mamma has always got yo back :)
You ARE Catherine the Great!! The poem brought tears to my eyes!! Have forwarded it on to my 90-something parents who LOVE Spring!
ReplyDeleteObviously talent runs in your gene pool!
Have all my adirondak chairs painted "lively" colors....awaiting your "regal" return and a cold one on the deck looking across the straights to the snow-capped mountains of the mainland....perchance to see a pod of killer whales as they move north....
XOXO
the "other" Bee
IBeeGood, I cannot wait to join you on your beautiful deck and watch the moon come up. Just another happy image I have locked in my heart as my reward for crossing the finish line. Bring on the stars! XOXO
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