Visiting my granddaughter is always a fun and exciting time.
Autumn is 18 months old now. I try to see her as often as I could. My last visit was March 12 to 19 this year. I arrived on Wednesday night when Autumn was in bed. The next morning when I woke up and went to the living room, she welcomed me by showing me some of her toys and how she played with them. Then she came over and leaned on me, let me hug her.
Autumn loves books. When Mercy, Will or I sat on the floor Indian style, she picked out book after book, sat on our laps and handed us the books to read to her. She also loves to read by herself.
Time for a new series of Posts from Your Archives and the theme this time is all about family. We have all written posts that are now languishing in our archives and this is an opportunity to share them again to a new audience…mine. At the end of the post you will find out more on how to submit your favourites. It is also an opportunity to promote your work.
My guest today is poet Miriam Hurdle who wrote a post in 2017 at Thanksgiving. It was an eventful time with Miriam in recovery from an operation for cancer and her daughter about to give birth.
Thanksgiving 2017 by Miriam Hurdle.
Thanksgiving 2017 had come and gone. This is a little recap of the detail. It has something to do with decorating the Christmas tree. I’ll get to it toward the end of the post.
I came to Portland, Oregon in the US as a graduate student some forty years ago. It was November that year when I saw snow for the first time through a high ceiling window in the hallway of a meeting room. I jumped up and down and shouted, “It’s snowing. It’s snowing.” The local students walked by me and grinned. They might think, “What’s so exciting about snow? Silly.”
A month later during the winter break, I went with a group of students to Los Angeles and sat in the sun on Christmas day.
After graduated with my first master’s degree, I went to Seattle Pacific University to do my second master’s degree. That winter, Seattle welcomed me with 7 inches of snow. I was so excited and made a snowman with my leather gloves on my hands. Nobody told me that the leather would turn hard and stiff when it gets wet. I ruined the nice leather gloves.
I don’t do too well in cold weather, the weather in southern California seemed to agree with me and that is where I have stayed since finishing my study in Seattle.
My daughter is living in Portland, Oregon. She knows I love snow even though my body feels better in a warmer place. There was a heavy snow two years ago. The first thing she did was taking photos and sent them to me.
As far as southern California, it feels like summer is the longest season year round with a teasing winter and hair line period of autumn and short and sweet spring. The weather has been moderate besides the thunderstorm a couple weeks ago. I took photos of my garden today and have some beautiful flowers to share with you. Before I do that, just want to show you my baby hummingbird.
The baby hummingbird is eight months old. He is doing well and flying further away from the kitchen window. I know that the baby is not able to fly 900 miles straight to Mexico for winter, but I wasn’t sure if the parents were going. It’s December and the parents are still around. It seems like the family will stay for winter.
The prompt for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge is Fall & Try, #SynonymsOnly.
The fall season is a delightful time to be in Portland, Oregon. The leaves are changing colors. Some trees are changing gradually. some changed completely. I’m glad my camera is always with me to capture these moments.
I’m challenged by Cheryl, The Bag Lady to do the Seven Days Seven B&W Photos Challenge. This challenge is to post seven black and white photos, no people, no explanation, of everyday life for seven consecutive days. Challenge one new blogger each day.
“I’d like to challenge you to document an hour of the day in your image(s), in a way that captures some of the essences of that hour.” – Frank
Yesterday afternoon, my son-in-law Will put baby Autumn in the “front pouch” carrier on his chest and went for a walk. My daughter Mercy had a tough night feeding Autumn. I went with Will for the walk so that Mercy could take a nap.
The weather in Portland, Oregon is changing. The trees started to show the beauty of autumn. One tree is quite indecisive, only half of the tree changed the color. The other half seems to be lingering. Another tree has pretty red, orange, yellow, and green colors. The green would soon disappear as cold air increases.
The nearby park is surrounded by huge acorn trees. The ground is a haven to the squirrels this time of the years. They eat some and hide some away to prepare for the winter.
“Senryu (also called human haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese verse consisting of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables (5, 7, 5) or 17 syllables in all. Senryu is usually written in the present tense and only references to some aspect of human nature or emotions. They possess no references to the natural world and thus stand out from nature/seasonal haiku.” – Shadow Poetry
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