January

Unlike the warmth and splendour enjoyed and even taken for granted in some parts of the world, at present, my garden and environs are encased in the cold white and grey of winter. With summer gathering over, the grass blades rigid and brown, and with fountains frozen and squirrels huddling in trees, I too muse and wait - and wonder if my own stiffness, frozen hands and failing arteries might be enlivened by a stroll in some warmer clime. Perhaps an indoor garden or a butterfly conservatory will have to suffice.

Never Let Me Go

Just got around to reading the book that received the man Booker Prize of 2005, by the acclaimed author, Kazuo Ishiguro. His 'Remains of the Day' - both book and movie of a few years ago, was widely popular. I loved Emma Thompson and Anthony Hopkins in the movie.

When the penny drops as to what he's talking about, there then surfaces all kinds of ethical, theological and moral queries and dilemmas. Perhaps a movie of the same would immerse one sooner into the imporant debates involved. This would be a great book for small-group read, followed by discussion but, again - its initial promise might not keep everyone enthralled until the salient and salty points emerge. I'm glad I stuck with it, though; it's worth the read.

Margaret Atwood writes of it - "A brilliantly executed book by a master craftsman who has chosen a difficult subject: ourselves, seen through a glass, darkly."

My Little Friend

My three-year old grandson, Nathan, taken last summer. 

New camera

Nikon D80 - a digital camera: 10 megapixels. Early birthday gift . . . Wonderful !! Experiment time . . . 

Months Away

 
Won't be all that long . . .

Winter - finally

Well, winter has finally really hit southern Ontario, with cold, wind-chill, freezing rain and snow.

Amidst snow-laden boughs
And through silence
The muffled trickle of a brook
dances across the ice.

A trickle of life
In the stillness
of winter.
Is a promise made --
The Hope beyond these days.