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Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime

Lunchtime…

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a long, leisurely, loquacious lunch,

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 a low-cal, lingering, longhand lunch

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and a lively, laughing, literature lunch!

Grab, split, burst, crush, mince

A female Pine Grosbeak gobbles plump, red, nutritious, almost transluscent, highbush cranberries for breakfast. The shiny, bright berries, like tiny, taut balloons about to burst, glow midst the greyness.

The skin splits. Pink pulp and pale seeds burst sideways as she crushes the berry with her powerful beak. Like a child devouring every bit of sugar candy, she methodically minces the berry not wanting to lose any of its fruity treat.
Another berry: grab, split, burst, crush, mince.
Another berry: grab, split, burst, crush, mince.

Pine grosbeak

Must be like eating an apple without using hands. She makes it look easy.
Another berry…

Morning reflections

Morning walk in fresh snow.  Wintry scenes at every turn. Try to capture the beauty. Reflections abound.

Ice forming. Growing out from lagoon edges.  Water in between is like glass. Crystal, clear reflections. Blue sky appears. Spirits lift.

Time to reflect on a different view.

Why did it take so long…?

At the breakfast table, my husband looks at the book. It’s Mary O’Neill’s poems about colours, Hailstones and Halibut Bones  (1961, Tadworth, Surrey: The World’s Work). I was reading it after a dull, rainy yesterday to remind myself of O’Neill’s ‘grey’ words.

He says, “It’s not a ‘good fit’ book for me.”
But, when he looks at the blurb on the back cover flap and starts reading, something changes. He stops. Re-reads. Reads the words aloud to me.

‘Never let a thought shrivel and die
For want of a way to say it…’

I stop in my tracks. He reads again. I listen. We savour her words, look at each other and wonder, “Why did it take so long for us to discover this?”

‘Never let a thought shrivel and die
For want of a way to say it,
For English is a wonderful game
And all of you can play it.
All that you do is match the words
To the brightest thoughts that come in your head
So that they come out clear and true
And handsomely groomed and fed –
For many of the loveliest things
Have never yet been said.”

(O’Neill, M. 1966. Words Words Words).

May you and your children enjoy these inspirational words to spur budding writers.

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