Song for ...Saturday!...

Well, the packages have all been opened, chocolates eaten, oranges peeled

and soup stock made and in the fridge.

The hoopla has died down and now it's quiet in the house.

I had intended this song for yesterday but had time lapsed

and so for now I give you a song for Saturday.

A great end of the night, end of the hype kind of song.

Hopefully destined to be a classic of our time.

Ladies and Gents, girls and boys,

I give you Hawksley Workman and his song "3 Generations"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cApq4-7blWU

 

Have a great weekend all!

The beginning...

Well the shortest day of the year has now passed and we are apparently

getting longer days. It's a gradual thing but it is the beginning.

The grey days here are still in want of light so we give it a hand...

I spotted this little grouping of dead holly trees and decided they would

do nicely for my annual twig decorating on the porch...its nice

to see something out there other than the grey or blackness of night...

 We forego the usual Christmas tree for the annual Christmas Chandelier.

 It's grapevines on a double tiered heavy gauge wire frame I made years ago for a summer porch party

and now suits us fine to hang favorite ornaments on and hangs above the dining room table...

 I got all Martha Stewarty and cut these stars out of Mandarin orange peels with a tiny cookie cutter...

 A few more favorites..

Go Leafs!!

A little collection of vintage Nutcrackers and a music box to say so long for now!

 



Extra Song... for Saturday...one for the kiddies...

...Well, maybe not but even though this is not your

average Christmas Carol, it's one of my favorites...

I wish you all many days of bright light and many nights of soft peacefulness.

However you celebrate this season, may it be filled with

those you love and may we all remember those who

can't be with us...

Have a fun filled weekend before Christmas...finish up that shopping

and get up those lights!!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrAwK9juhhY

Song for Friday...My oh My!!!

Today is the day she was born.

Today is the day I remember 33 years ago, a cold, rainy night,

a taxi ride to the hospital.

The night I saw the sweetest face I'd ever seen.

The night I began a journey that has taken

my heart to so many places.

I feel so blessed to know this person...

she's smart, she's beautiful, she's funny, she knows laughter

and she knows love...how to give and how it came to her.

I love you my sweet baby girl...

Happy Birthday....may your 33rd year bring

you a world of adventures!

 

This, one of those songs that reminds me of her...

Have a great weekend all...especially you Aja!!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpPSBzGEklE

Out and about...

Yesterday we went into the city to finish up some shopping

and I brought along the camera to capture lights and decor but

ended up focusing (mind the pun!) on all the

lovely old doors around Chinatown.

Maybe next trip in I will be transfixed on my original target,

but for now, I bring you, The Doors...

This is probably my fave...the look and the number!...

 ...reminds me of Harry Potter...

 ...number 1 store for all little Chinatown toys...

 ...Elegance...

 ...door to all things basket...

 ...lucky colour red...

 Imports from far away in Nepal and Tibet...

 ...vintage blue Love...

 ...living in plum...

Global Village...beautiful, ethical things... 

 Time to do some shopping...ciao for now!



Song for Friday...thinking back....

There's so many things about my childhood in Toronto that

bring back many vivid and cherished memories....

One of the more prominent ones are those of winter...snow...ice...

Maybe it's because we don't have those kind of winters here on the coast.

Last Christmas when we went to visit my daughter and her husband I ventured

up to the local park a few days after it had been snowing.

And there they were...hockey players!

Just a bunch of guys in sweaters and skates goofing around on the ice...the sound of

skates, the slap of a puck on the stick.

But what memories it brought back to me of those evenings when you

had to be forced to come home for dinner..."just another half an hour...please!"

You would be so bundled up that even if you fell playing 'Crack the whip'

it didn't matter because you had so many layers on...

And so today my song is a tribute to those long ago winter afternoons.

I've included the lyrics to this song because they are...in a word...

Brilliant.

I'm not sure whatever happened to Jane Siberry but

she wrote some really fine songs at one time.

A warning that there a few 'f' words in one line but its

sort of a reference to a big riot in the '50s in Montreal when they

benched Maurice "Rocket" Richard of the Montreal Canadiens and

 apparently the swear words reference

 what he said to a fan or a referee after being handed down the penalty.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxPEBW4o740

 

winter time on the frozen river
Sunday afternoon
they're playing hockey on the river
Rosie...
he'll have that scar on his chin forever
someday his girlfriend will say "hey, where...?"
he might look out the window... or not
you skate as fast as you can
'til you hit the snowbank (that's how you stop)
and you got your sweater from the catalogue

 you use your rubber boots for goal posts
ah, and walkin' home
don't let those Sunday afternoons
get away get away get away get away
break away break away...

this stick was signed by Jean Belliveau
so don't fucking tell me where to fucking go...
oh Sunday afternoon
someone's dog just took the puck
he's buried it it's in the snowbank ....your turn
they rioted in the streets of Montreal
when they benched Rocket Richard it's true

don't let those Sunday afternoons
get away get away get away get away
break away break away break away break away

the sun is fading on the frozen river
the wind is dying down
someone else just got called for dinner
Rosie!
hmm...Sunday afternoon

 

Have a great weekend all! and if you're anywhere where it's

cold enough....have a skate for me!



Wordless Wednesday...

Chasing Ice...

As the cold temps continue I've been treated to some

 beautiful ice formations along my walks with Griffin.

Yesterday was no exception in our beloved Erinan,

a 500 acre piece of private property whose owners graciously

allow people to respectfully use the trails and the lake therein.

This old water tower may not look like much of an artist...

...but with the help of Mother Nature it has made the

most stunning ice sculpture...

...drop by drop and splash by splash the build up has taken on

other worldly proportions...

...the steady and patient hand of freezing nights and crisp clear days

has unveiled this blue, white glassy marvel...

Blades of grass and twigs of trees encased in a frozen, transparent cloak...

Time lapsed photography would have shown the artistry in progress

but alas! we are only given the final product of a master sculptor...

Down by the creek, it seems the same hand has been working here as well...

On another note...

The title of this post came from a magnificent and very important documentary

that you must watch. One of the most beautiful and thought provoking films

about climate change you'll ever see.

From the Chasing Ice website...

Chasing Ice is the story of one man’s mission to change the tide of history by gathering undeniable evidence of climate change. Using time-lapse cameras, his videos compress years into seconds and capture ancient mountains of ice in motion as they disappear at a breathtaking rate. -

See more at: http://www.chasingice.com/#sthash.FvEFbdcb.dpuf

Its available on Netflix here in Canada.

Usually I find films about this subject full of scientists and politicians and fact finders

a tad dull but this film in all its sad beauty is physically stunning.

It literally is the proof that our world is changing.

Have a look.