Forever Memories

 The memories this week-end involve a lot of food-prep. I made the above recipe for a youth-group event called Progressive Supper. we hosted and served a main-course stop, after appetizers  at someone else's house, and then they moved on to the next host for dessert.

Now I'm prepping food for a BBQ tomorrow because the weather has suddenly turned summer-warm and we want to make keeper-memories out of these precious days...

Here is the dessert I whipped up...quick and easy so one is not cooped in the house all day cooking because...

...because life is too short to skip reading time:)

Victoria is reading Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll. 

She just showed me these pages, knowing I would enjoy them.

 I'm sharing them so you can enjoy them too! 

Have a sweet rest-of-Saturday!

I'm reading The Wind that Shakes the Barley, such a good book with much to share in poems to come:)

Moments make mem’ries, love

The trove of thought a place

That holds the dole of moment-gold

Pouring through our embrace

Futile to grip too tight

This which no one can stay

But to touch-taste its holy haste

As it soft-slips away

Time’s temporary chase

Of grace-allotted dream

Where hope and hurt wear the same dirt

Is a fast-flowing stream

Our creature-o’-habit hearts

Can cause us to forget

The suave romance and quick-foot dance

Of tick-tock pirouette

…an interlacing rush

Of soul-sweet agonies

Brushing our skin to repose in

Forever memories

© Janet Martin

A Hint of Green....

 We are well on the way to this...

...and this

...and this

A hint of green tints somber hill

The dale, long bare and brown

Begins a hallelujah trill

To warm-welcome spring’s crown

We know not what a day contains

But we know this one thing

As long, God, said, as earth remains

Winter will yield to spring

The moan and groan of gale will pale

For in the undertows

That toss tall trees and rend earth’s veil

Time’s grail pours out a rose

We, bundled against winter’s ways

Where we shivered so long

Are all choristers now, we raise

Spring’s hallelujah song

…and forgive every fretting hour

That nearly wore us thin

Where every breeze is primed with flow’r

And every mouth with grin

A hint of green tints dream-rich days

The barren dale and hills

Begin spring’s hallelujah praise

That only summer stills

© Janet Martin

Tim Hortons

PAD Challenge from Writer's Digest day 16: For today’s prompt, write a poem about (or at) a food establishment.

We meet temporary soulmates there

diehards willing to wait, wade seas

to scan showcases of fresh-baked fare

and their turn to order, 'a large black, please'

...where the air is steeped with the heady blend

of chatter, laughter and a fresh-brewed pot

as student, traveler, laborer, friend

Streams through the doors of Canada's hot spot

Janet Martin~

If you are in Canada ask anyone you meet where the nearest Tim Hortons is...

and they will be able to tell you, 

because there is always a Tim Hortons (or three) nearby

Thank-you Tim Horton,
from Canada's coffee-lovers.
Read about Tim here,
 killed tragically in a car crash in 1974

Where Spring's Song Rings

PAD Challenge day 15: For today’s prompt, write a poem with at least four of the following eight words:
flat, ring, lavish, vessel, paper, blacklist, gaudy, tooth   

 Spring is like a verdant vessel

 Cargo-lavished with first bloom

Crepe-paper pink-purple petals

Stunning berths gaudy with plume

Beneath flat sky's fiery waking

Gaze is startled, torn between

A deck strewn with dog-tooth violets

Spilling from cups, speckled green

...or looking up to the heavens

While a new day dons its wings

...there is no blacklist in Nature

On a sea where Spring's song rings 

Janet~

                                               

Hues of Blues...

She comes by it honestly

Her love of blues

In sundry hues

Of sky and sax

Flowing through

And filling in

The gaps caused by

All that love lacks

© Janet Martin

Investing in the Future

 PAD Challenge day 14: For today’s prompt, write a time out poem.

It’s not so much about money

As it is about Taking Time

To squiggle honey on bagels,

Or giggle a nursery-rhyme

Or stroll to a sun-yellow Hello

Of morning, gold-curled, bed-head wild

Or to take a ‘sit’ in the meadow a bit

With a picnic, a book and a child

Where we have unrushed conversations

About nothing too much at all

…*about whether chilly is weather or food

*And is Elora a boy or a girl?

And what is name of that little black bird?

*'Junco', I reply and they laugh

Because whoever heard of naming a bird

After a heap of trash

And suddenly I think how funny it is

That when we hear the word

Investment, we think about moneyed things

…not bare foot strolls or soup stirred

Or freckle-faced questions that wait our reply

Or let’s sing, let’s play, let’s dance

Yet, future depends more on how we spend time

Than the coin of dollars and cents

© Janet Martin

Inspired today:)

* 8:00 a.m. Boy 3 yrs. old: Janet, can we have a picnic?
 Janet; Let's wait a  little. It is still too chilly outside
Boy mystified; Chilly (chili) is food, right?

***

*Janet to Boy 3 yrs. old: Mommy is teaching in Elora today.
Boy, puzzled; Is Elora a boy or a girl?

***

Boy 3 and Sister 4, : Janet, what is the name of the tiny black bird?
Janet: that's a Junco.
Siblings squealing with laughter; A bird called Junk?

Take Time Out to Think About...It

PAD Challenge day 14: For today’s prompt, write a time out poem.

Bird-watching...the feeder is quite the hot spot in the morning!

This slick parade of tick and tock can take one by surprise

Veiled in heaven’s kaleidoscope of sunset and sunrise

The age-old chants of ‘how Time flies’ in new mouths is renewed

As we begin to realize how swift time is subdued

And then we plan to take the chance to dance a little more

And take time out to simply sit on Mother Nature’s floor

To slow the feet that fain would meet the breadth of day to day

With little more to show for than the rest who passed that way

Sometimes the time we didn’t take can smite a sudden blow

So we vow not to make the same mistake with its new Now

…then stoutly say, maybe today, we’ll pause a little bit

And take time out to think about the Grand Purpose of it

The quick parade of hope-trust-faith does not lead to the grave

But wholly, holy draws us to the Crux of all we brave

Where dust to dust is but the mortal must of flesh and blood

Before the Awesome Evermore…the Door that leads to God

© Janet Martin

One glimpse of heaven would suffice as reply
To earth's age-old question of why, why, why?