first blossomsOkay, so we aren’t quite at the Apple blossom stage yet, but we have hope that because according to the calendar, March 20th was the 1st day of spring.

Yesterday it snowed, again.  The wind howled and little drifts gathered trying their best to show how tough they are.

Today was cold, but the sun’s rays were warm and showing us glimpses of the promise of the season that is here.

hopethree in a row (2)Flowers

on my


sills are one of my

traditions that I have carried on from my Mom.  She did this every winter because the plants that she had saved by wintering them through, gave her the sense of warmth and brightness that kept her hope alive for our long cold winter to pass.  Then these hardy blossoms could be transported outdoors.  As it has happened, I’ve become my mother in some ways.  This is one of them.  I love coming home and seeing bright blossoms on my window ledges.  They still give me that memory of ‘home’, prairie style.

IMG_3230This picture was on our wall through every season since before I could read.  Mom used to lift me up and teach me the words, one by one.  I had them memorized but really convinced myself that I was reading.  It was my story about home. Our home. It is a humble old picture, but valuable because it was the creed we lived by.  After my parents had passed away, and the farm had been sold, we visited the old ‘home’ one more time.  This picture was still on the wall in the old kitchen.  Today, it is on the wall in mine.Dads housecoat  Rescued and valued for another generation or more.  It was difficult to say goodbye, to close that door, leaving echoes inside.  But in the same way we never want our seasons to end, (well perhaps winter).  But they must.  There is a time needed for all things. For our old home place, it was time.  The seasons had passed.

That home had been mine

since I was a year old.

lorna and me


It was ours for the time

we all needed it.charlies wood shedforgotten farms

dads chairThere were so many winters and flowers on the window sills.  For each winter, Spring faithfully followed as Mom taught us to hope for each one to come.  They always did and we rejoiced as if it were the first.

archway trailWINDOW TO THE PAST (2)

times ago








Several years ago, I was at an Aboriginal spring retreat with a client of mine and her young children.  It was a celebration of the Creator’s blessing upon the season.  The joy and freedom on the children’s faces is something I have never forgotten.  That night, in my room, I wrote a poem, which has been published several times.  I have never tired of it and look for opportunities to share it whenever ‘Spring’ rolls around.  Everything has life, joy and hope when you see through the eyes of children.  I sat on the sidelines and listened to an Elder telling the children the story of how Creator knows exactly the time for spring to arrive.

apple blossom time


If you are quiet, and listen close…

To the song of Springtime earth

You will hear the tiny voices…

Springtime is the season of birth!

hidden treasures






Under blankets in the forest,

Souls of grass and seeds wait there.

Now begin their new birth stretching

Feeling Springtime in the air!


Laughing water,                craven water

Down the hillside…

“Wake up! Wake up!”

The waters sing…



“Don’t you know that winter’s over?”

Shouts Our Creator: “For it is spring!”

Sounds of birds burst forth with chorus…


As they join with blossoms bright.

Sharing melodies of Springtime

For they know the time is right!

In the meadow, all is humming

From the warmth of daytime sun…

New buds shimmer on the willows

Time to grow now, every one!



Slippers, on the

Prairie, Hear the Songs the

Blossoms Sing.

Happy faces peek through snow drifts…rock on trail

And join in the song of spring!

As the grass wakes from its sleeping,

freerange flowers






New life bursts free everywhere!

Sun is brightly warming meadow…

“Rejoice! Rejoice!” Hear Creator declare!

Den & Soljah's own Sunset (2013_10_24 22_16_48 UTC)






What is stirring  In the forest?

Can you hear their Voices sweet?


Beautiful bushes craven valley (2)






New seeds resting late last autumn…

Are now stretching through winter’s retreat.mystery plants

Do you know the song they’re singing?

As Creator wakes the earth…

It’s the song, the song of Springtime

Creator’s miracle of birth!  ***

Yes, springtime holds a lot of sentiment for me, as I’m sure it does for many. We long for it and at the same time, think of the ones who cannot be here to share our joy when the season arrives.  We have to keep our joy, and carry the torch of memories because that is what would make them happiest.

I know there is still snow on my deck and snow drifts against the house but spring is in the air! Days are lengthening!  Spring is in the shopping malls!  The plants, the pots and baskets, the furniture and lawn mowers, so lets all jump in with both feet and say it:

Thanks for reading and leaving me so many great and encouraging comments. I love them all and appreciate every one.

Thanks to Pandanus Tree for several of the great prairie photos!

Until next time, Blessings from Memory LaneSIMBA AND ME





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