A haiku from my garden — Gloomy skies’ grey mist overcasting quietness spring pausing for rain Emptying the winter containers of their birch logs and dried cedar spiller, I became aware of the sudden quiet that fell across the garden. The songbirds and squirrels had ceased their chorus and chatter. …

A Haiku from my garden at White Rose Shire — Purples announce spring Crocus and violets burst through thawing damp ground It doesn’t look like we’ll have crocus this spring in our garden. …

A haiku observation on fish —

A haiku and observation of God’s wonderful world — Backyard Observation Iridescent wings Forest photosynthesis Tributary streams

A poem of hope for spring — Deciduous Tree Awaken Your Senses SEE the sun is rising high and longs to touch your sleeping branches. FEEL the warmth of spring unfurl your tender buds. TASTE the raindrops seeping down to quench your thirsty roots. SMELL the crisp air meandering around you refreshing your tired bark. …

This is a true story from our home in Southern Ontario — The weather network warned there would be severe rain and thunderstorms for three days. We braced ourselves and wondered how the gardens would fare with the deluge. My husband went to work as usual, and I watched the storms come and go with our son. The sky was a sickly…

A magical discovery —

With a nod to Edgar Allan Poe —

Poetic prose in admiration of trees — Cascading Evergreens Majestic evergreens cascade from hills high above in the county north and snake around the east side of our house, creating a picturesque sliver of woodland banking a perpetual-flowing river which, even in the dead of winter, never completely freezes over as less adamant streams but traverses swiftly over Paleozoic…

We’re still talking about the weather —

Cleanup and design changes in the spring garden — The first thing to do in spring is — take down the Christmas lights! The second thing I do is the annual walkabout to see what we have to deal with as far as cleanup. The January and February snowstorms leave a mass of broken branches and debris everywhere here in southern Ontario and cleaning it up can take a few weeks. After removing…

Restoring the years that were lost in the garden — The Lord says, “I will give you back what you lost to the swarming locusts, the hopping locusts, the stripping locusts, and the cutting locusts. It was I who sent this great destroying army against you. Once again you will have all the food you want, and you will praise…

Reflections on God’s provision — (originally posted on LynneCollier.com) The Empty Nest Singing cheerfully, the robins swooped back and forth over the garden, gathering twigs and grass for several days. Then, intertwining every piece carefully and solidifying it with mud, they worked away at their nest until it was perfect. Knowing her eggs would need to be warm…

A seasoned gardener asks for assistance — Growing Gratitude When young, I would bend with no help from friend outside in my garden, I stooped without sigh or wheeze or thought for my knees but now, when I bend, I’m just pooped. And answer me, dear as you’re standing near if you don’t mind, would you please say as…

A poet learns a lesson of gratitude during a storm — Losing Creature Comforts It’s May, and our power’s out. The storm was ferocious, short-lived and precise, knocking out power lines and felling giant oaks that had lived for generations in a hamlet down the road not far from here. But our trees were safe — this time. They weren’t so fortunate last time…

A tiny winged creature hides under the cedar hedge — Teenie Matinee Tiny winged and blue fluttering under branches what creature are you? Swift of dainty flight. Please, let me take one photo. Don’t flee from my sight. But quickly, you’re gone. Not a snapshot for poor me. But YouTube has one. An exciting sight Here’s a video taken of the ‘fairy’ I…

Haiku poem —

An upturned plant pot and an unknown creature — The birds flew from the budding cherry tree above the feeder as soon as I threw the seeds inside. Squabbling over the perch, they vied for their position in line. I smiled as I watched the familiar battle of wills and listened to their chirps of disagreement. It wasn’t long…

A morning poem of surrender —

A creek, a rope, a fallen tree and two boys — When their mother gave them a rope and said they could do anything they wanted with it while they stayed with us, I became concerned! Our daughter must have seen the thoughts of mischief rising by the grins on the boys’ faces. And the terrified look on mine. So, she…