Little me (Heather) sitting between my parents. I’ve always loved this candid picture for the feeling of being enveloped and taken care of by these marvellous big people, a primal feeling about parents and especially mothers that we all have, … Continue reading →
The feminist movement represents, for the most part, the younger, well-educated woman who chooses to have a career, or decides to stay home for a few years to nurture her children. She feels in control of her life. But there … Continue reading →
[Pamela put this poem to music and sang it at June’s memorial service. Click here for video.] I found a place where Angelica grows, In Sydney Harbour, where marsh birds incline. I went there one mist-bounded, warm April morning With … Continue reading →
For Malcolm’s 5th birthday, we created an Adventure Quest through the woods. The kids visited various exotic characters who gave them gifts (walking sticks, bags for treasures) or an assignment (find a Perfect Pinecone to give the next character). Mom … Continue reading →
Hair colour passed from generation to generation. After this photo was taken, Malcolm’s hair darkened, Heather’s faded somewhat, and June’s went through a variety of changes. Good thing we have this photo. All natural.
Continue reading →Morning sun shines on the worn oak table, October is passing But summer is paused, held, by a bouquet of flowers, Nasturtiums, In an old glass egg-cup. Brilliant red, golds, oranges, all variations, Pale and bright splashes of each colour … Continue reading →
Mom’s exquisite sensitivity to beauty encouraged her love of gardening. She carefully chose many named flower varieties to grow. Then she discovered ornamental grasses and created this backyard bed for them. This is a scan from 2003. There are other photos … Continue reading →
Rain falls upon my garden, newly dug. A robin, quite unmindful of the rain Cocks her pert head and listens for the worm turning. Afternoon tea, for robins, in my garden newly dug. Newly dug gardens, a patch of rich … Continue reading →
Some of these photos were taken later, but show the farm where June grew up, and her family.
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