Summer Time

I hate the summer for all the bugs
which seem to spring from nowhere to attack
Very allergic to some bites and cannot
breathe through excessive antihistamine.

I hate the summer for all the road kills
skunks, their babies, raccoon’s, foxes
squirrels and even cats.
They each have a right to live
yet, fall victim to our need for speed.

I love the summer for the colours it brings
gardens planted… in full bloom share their
joy to please an eye which cares to gaze.

I love the summer for the warmth, not excessive
heat which drains and, cannot be escaped.

Driving home one day a big butterfly flew
straight into the car’s grill,
(convinced it was dead, the guilt I felt was immense)
25 minutes later, home, I get out and see some
pretty spotted yellow and brown wings poking
out from where hood meets grill
gently tickled at the wings to get it out
and, found it still alive.
It sat on my finger for a few moments
then, flapped its wings and flew off into
the sky

and I..

felt I had just seen one of God’s
small miracles which made (for me)
a perfect summer’s day.


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I have an auto-immune disease (S.L.E. or, Lupus)and while there are many symptoms one is that it leaves people allergic to so many different things.  Not having been born in Canada I have no immunity to so many of the summer bugs which arrive in the heat. Mosquito’s were bad for me at one time but, I seem to be better with them this year. There’s one kind of fly which as soon as it lands on me injects some kind of venom which my body reacts instantly too and immediately comes up in a blister which unless I double dose on anti histamine for a few days quickly spreads out and threatens to turn into cellulitis. I hate the bug sprays, all those chemicals cannot be good for you to breathe in either, so, while I love the sunshine, I hate the bugs and the intense heat too.
Late spring and early autumn in Canada are mine and Chloe’s fav times. No bugs, no heat, no ice, no snow. LOL

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Little one
you cling to the blooms
as if you know it was always
your destiny to have done so.

Without a murmur you arrived
hardly disturbing Mother Nature’s mood


maybe she too was pleased to see
your effervescent smile and, so
taken with your zest for life
and happiness
she joined you in presenting
your summer celebration.


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The Cove part 1

It was ‘our’ cove. We walked it every day. The cliffs fascinated us. We saw Native American faces in them. Our Yorkie grew up with a young adventurer. Like herself, he too knew no fear. I was happy knowing they were both safe. Here, they could come to no harm. If he wasn’t doing his own ‘thing’ he’d follow me or Chloe. One day behind me she shouted” Hey Bren look how high I am!” She’d climbed about 15 feet up and was hanging off a cliff but my heart nearly stopped, Timmy was even higher at around 20 feet…

Only allowed to use 100 words sooo as it’s a cliff hanger is is…to be continued… on next weeks Saturday Centus


We all loved the cove. It’s a stretch of water called Northumberland Strait that runs between (our) Prince Edward Island and the province of Nova Scotia. We called it our ‘beach walk’ and, because other people only really went there during the summer tourist season, we usually had it all to ourselves. It is wild, not maintained at all by local authority. After tides, we used to collect beach glass there and other interesting things. I found it all so fascinating. To find bits of coloured glass on the beach that was all laying there glinting and sparkling like jewels.
Chloe, Tim (the dog) and I would spend hours there. We’d find, green, white, brown, and transparent pieces of glass but, the best ‘treasure’ to us was finding rarer red, yellow and, the rarest of all,  blue. Apparently the glass arrived there from having been tossed over the side from old ships or sail boats using the Strait.

We went there every single day, even on sunny days in March or April when it was all still frozen over and the track we drove down to get there was under a foot or more of hard packed snow. We would still try to get there. The only time we couldn’t was when the track was so deep in snow we would get stuck in it and have no way of getting back up to the road again.
Timmy loved being there as much as we did. He thought of it as an extension of our home. We were the only people ‘allowed’ to be there. For being only ten pounds he really is fearless. When the tide was out he’d climb all over the rocks and jump across pools of water to get further out. There was a Blue Heron resting on a rock once and he went so far out to try and get to it. If he’d missed jumping rock to rock and fell into a pool, the water would’ve been pretty deep for him
Such a boy!

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