True Happiness

Lillian has challenged us to write a quadrille using “happiness” or some variation of it for this week’s dVerse prompt. I was going to go fun(ny) but somehow that didn’t work out like I planned. Gotta respect the muse, right?

 

 

Happiness cannot be found in bottles

doled out by another’s hand

 

It may feel lovely upon application

but it only reaches the surface

and fades until the next spray

 

Once we learn to find it from within

we realise we have an endless supply

Histrionics – Weekend Writing Prompt #181

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Should you want to participate, just click here and add your link in Sammi’s comment section. It’s a great challenge.

Look at these colours! They’re as histrionic as that kid that arrived last night.  Between him and those loud teenagers, our week of peace is done for.

Histrionic?

You know, dramatic and theatrical.

Hah! Nice use. Could you imagine a week?

The noise? No. The colours? Big time.

 

Walktober 2020

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
Lauren DeStefano, Wither

It’s here!  One thing we can count on, Pandammit or not!  Walkober is what I’m talking about. Thank goodness for peeps like Robin who keep the good things happening, don’t you think?

Mother Nature decided to be most generous last weekend and I went out both days with my bestie, Julie. First time I am accompanied during Walktober and it was lovely. The result? Over 500 photos.  No, don’t worry, I won’t post them all here!  But oh… how to choose…

On Saturday we met up around 2:00 pm at the St. Bruno National Park.  There are miles of trails and there were quite a few people so we kept trying to take the paths less travelled, so to speak. We “done good”, I think.

We decided to search out some fungi, figuring there must surely be some, somewhere!  There were, indeed. Do not ask me to name a single one. I’ve zero clue.

I did not realise there are five lakes in this beautiful park.  We knew we wanted to make our way to the main one (in our minds, the only one) and tried to find a trail less populated without getting lost.  I’m assuming this lake was the main Seigneurial one! So beautiful and did not disappoint.

We found a lovely Salon de Thé that was open and were pretty sure would also have coffee, but if they didn’t, a nice hot tea would do.  They had the machinery necessary for us to each have a latte – would have been nice if it was hot and had more flavour but hey, it was something.  I do know that I would love to return post-pandemic to be able to sit for a spell.

Coffee in hand, we continued our walk.  We both wished we hadn’t missed the reds of the season. It’s amazing what one week does in terms of autumn colour.  The oranges were beautiful and we could see the yellows were truly taking over but when we saw red?  How could we not stop?  Though bright green and white also got our attention.

 

We headed back, passing by someone’s property, marvelling how people who lived in these areas were never outside to enjoy their own views.  Then again, when you have all sorts of people traipsing around your backyard, would you?  Once upon a time, those who lived here had found tranquillity. Now, they were smack-dab in the middle of a national park.  I might wait for after-hours myself, now that I think of it.

Have I lost you yet?  No?  Oh my goodness. You are all so kind.  That was day one.  Now, onto day two and the Parc National des Îles de Boucherville…

“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.”
Elizabeth Coatsworth, Personal Geography: Almost an Autobiography

This time, we decided to get an earlier start. We didn’t stay long enough for the sunset the previous day and we couldn’t get to this park by sunrise, but still.  We didn’t want the same time frame.  We should have packed ourselves a lunch but that would have required either of us to be organised and honestly? It was Sunday. We have to be organised all week, let the weekend be more relaxed, eh?

We met, this time, at around 11:00?  Five little islands with 21 km (13 or so miles) or trails form this national park, it’s also a great place for kayaking, paddle boarding, picnicking, and you can even camp there – when life is normal, that is. Again, there were quite a few people. This is when I appreciate my time working on shifts. I could visit these areas during the week. Alas, those days are over. For now.  We set off, grabbing a map of the area.  We did take it out once to make sure we were going in the right direction and according to Jules, we were (I suck at reading maps.)  It was another spectacular day of golds and oranges with a few pops of red.  We were so hoping to see some wildlife – there are deers galore, but other than a frog, ducks, geese, a snake that slithered too fast to capture, and a few caterpillars – nuthin’. Sigh. But I have to say, it was pretty cool looking at my hometown from across the river. We had a perfect view of the old Ste. Famille Church.

It’s amazing how two areas, a mere twenty-minute-drive apart, felt so very different. There were so many textures to enjoy.

As we walked along, Julie reminisced about late summers spent working on her friend’s farm. (Actually, I also went to high school with Marielle – just didn’t hang around her!)  They were expropriated some time just after we graduated from high school and are now settled up the road from my childhood house. Julie was trying to visualise where it was exactly but we could not find any “remains”.  So we kept walking until we spotted an old barn and, without having to discuss it, started towards it, through a field that has been ploughed. How weird. Of course, once we crossed the uneven terrain to arrive at the said barn, we saw there was a sort of road that we could have taken. What’s the adventure in that? And what is so intriguing about old barns?

Once we were done exploring this old barn, we followed the “road” and it led us to three more abandoned buildings. One looked like a storage shed for, I’m not sure, grain for animals? It was very low to the ground. One looked like an atelier (workshop) of some sort and the main one might have been a stall for horses – I didn’t venture inside but there was a structure that looked like it might have been a well once, right beside it.

After taking a bazillion pictures, we slowly made our way back.  We ended up at a lookout point and found that as we watched the grasses sway like waves, and the few trees in the middle, it gave us a sort of African Serengeti Steppe vibe (okay, maybe we were both weird but you be the judge!

There is a golf course on one of the islands and the only way to get there is by ferry. How cool is that?

Our feet were feeling the two days’ worth of walking and we were glad to see the parking lot.  Such great company and we are planning on making this a regular thing.

I wasn’t planning on going on and on but it’s all Robin’s fault. She said go big for this year. So I did!  Hope it wasn’t overkill. 🙂

Heck, I’m plumb tuckered out from creating this ramble, so I’ll be taking a week off starting tomorrow – completely unplugging.  Please note, if I don’t get to any comments right away, don’t think I’m dissing you, I’ll take care of them upon my return.

A Quiet Spot – Crimsons’s Creative Challenge #102

When I saw this prompt I knew EXACTLY where I would go with it.  How fun is that? Very, I say. Should you ever want to join in on Crispina’s challenge, just click here and see the what’s what which is pretty much anything you feel like. What’s not to like?

A Quiet Spot

He paddled into his quiet enclave, looking forward to getting some shut-eye.

Psst!  Hey you! Over there in the reeds!

What? Who said that?

Over here, look to your left towards the shore!

I see you. What do you want?

Wanna join us?  It’s great here.

Looks kinda crowded to me.

Nah… there’s room. My buddy here will scootch up. Whaddaya say? Must be lonely over there all by yourself.

It’s nice and quiet.

It would be quiet here, too, Daisy, if you’d just shut up and leave him alone!

Fine. I’ll shut up, then.

 

Working From Home – Friday Fictioneers

Happy Hump Day, Peeps!  What does today bring?  Why, so glad you asked… It brings us Friday Fictioneers that we have all (most of us) taken to writing on Wednesdays. It’s a thing unexplainable.  This week, our beloved leader has pilfered her own photo for the prompt.  Wanna take a stab at it?  G’head, click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story!

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Working From Home

What a golden opportunity has arisen during these crazy times!  Just as one seasonal job was coming to an end, another appeared, only this time the commute would be from my bedroom to my kitchen.  I could, like many, work in my pyjamas because… who’s to see?  No, that’s not me.  It’s one thing to lounge in one’s pj’s on a rainy Sunday, bingeing on some show or movies; it’s quite another to go to work thus, even if said work is in your home.

And you’ll never see me going to a restaurant in mine, not even Olive Garden!

Weekend Writing Prompt #179 – Lucid

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Should you want to play along, click here and leave a link in Sammi’s comments.

 

Wind and leaves create a symphony
in the crisp, autumnal air

Sun renders all it touches
with a lucid and effulgent glow

No deer, no beavers,
no racoons, to be seen

But loons and mallards
caterpillars, a frog

add to the luminescent day

 

 

 

What Do You Believe? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #101

A little later than usual but that’s the way of it, sometimes.  Crispina says we have until forever to write so… here I am! I love finding something of mine to add to hers and put them together and I have it on good authority that it has now become expected of me.  I do not want to disappoint!

Where does this go, do you think?

Nowhere. You can plainly see it’s a broken down something that is now nothing.

You’ve no imagination, you know that?  Look how it seems to glow.  I think we should go in and investigate.

I think your imagination is working overtime. You’re always off in some magical place in your mind.

What’s wrong with that?

Nothing, I guess. But you know, facing reality is better suited to getting on in life.

I dunno about that. There is enough awful in reality. Seems to me, injecting a little magic helps to soften things, make the real palatable.

As long as you don’t forever live in your magical state.

You are so annoying sometimes, you know that?  Now hush up and come with me, would you?

Fine. But you’ll see there’s nothing— whoa… what the hell?

Whatsamatter?  Did you find some magic, oh, Realist?

 

Introducing Frank’s New Blog

Frank, formerly from A Frank Angle could not resist the blogosphere and has returned (or rather, is returning) with a brand-new blog called Beach Walk Reflections this coming October 20th.  He will share his thoughts on a variety of subjects and he is hoping to make this one as interactive as aFA was.  This idea didn’t come out of thin air but rather through a number of Beach Walk posts on the old blog. An idea was born and with it a great reason to return.

Here is a sample of his first post.  A rumination on seeds…

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I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

Ever think about seeds? They seem so simple at a glance – even on closer examination. We typically think of a hard, thin outer shell with a softer inside.

On the other hand, this seemingly plain object is the beginning of something new – something beautiful – something useful – a green plant that can be as simple as grass or are grand as a large tree.

Earth’s annual regeneration of seeds for release (many in the fall) – possibly covered by winter snows – yet ready for renewal in the spring so the cycle can repeat – all this with its goal of perpetuating the species.

I think of the farmer preparing the land before planting the seeds. Whether scattering the seeds randomly or planting them in straight rows with distinct spacing, time delivers something that belongs to all of us – bountiful crops and flowers.

As I walk, trees are sparse – only found on the grounds of some condominiums – although they are naturally found a short distance away from this beach. I think about a forest. Somewhere in that forest’s history, there was a time of one tree – the first tree. One tree that came from a seed. From that one tree came other trees – each coming from a seed.

I think about the sizes and shapes of seeds – from the tiniest orchid seed to a type of coconut containing the largest seed – shapes as squares, oblong, angular, triangles, round, egg-shaped, bean-shaped, kidney-shaped, discs, and spheres. Some seeds with lines and ridges – others perfectly smooth – plus in a variety of colors, and some even speckled.

A seed has three components – an outer protective coat, the embryo for growing into a new plant, and the food source giving the embryo and young plant its initial food source for growth – all aspects for increasing a chance for survival.

Ever notice how leaves sprout early from a seed? Yes, leaves for producing food for the youthful, growing plant because the initial food source is small.

Seeds hold the potential to produce something new because they contain hope and promise for something new. But not all plants use seeds for reproduction. For instance, mosses or ferns do not – but seed plants are the ones that dominate the plant world.

This causes me to think about our fertility – that is, the seeds within us. The promises that we hold that can produce a bountiful yield.

Interesting that the sperm of human males are called seeds, but in the plant world, seeds are something produced after the sperm fertilizes the egg.

Seeds are mobile, so they must have adaptations to move them around – a method of dispersal. Some have wings to be carried by the wind. Some have barbs, burrs, or hooks to attach to fur, feathers, or even human clothing to be dropped elsewhere. Some are buoyant so moving water can transport them. Others are surrounded by fleshy fruit that will be eaten, therefore the seeds can be exposed and deposited elsewhere for potential growth.

I remember the large oak trees at my previous home. Each producing a bountiful supply of acorns – but not the same number each year. Each acorn with a coat, an embryo, and food supply. Each acorn is the potential for a new oak tree. However, all those acorns from one tree – a culinary feast for squirrels preparing for winter – so I wonder how many of all those acorns will yield their acorns in time.

Seeds are that structure we plant in fertile soil and associate with terms as vigor, viability, dormancy, and germination. Seeds are also a source for food, oils, cooking ingredients, flavorings, jewelry, and even deadly poisons.

Besides a simple design yielding a complex adult, the seed is also a useful metaphor.

People are hidden seeds waiting to become viable vessels of knowledge. Because every seed has the potential for a significant result, seeds are a symbol for the potential that is in each of us for a positive future – a power of hope and possibility. Teachers hope to plant a seed in students – a seed that develops over time into something valued by others and society – their role in cultivating humanity.

Seeds are the ideas coming to us from thinking. The something that initiated a thought process that leads to personal action for improving life. The seeds of discovery lie in the knowledge of determination through the human spirit.

I think about how each of us has a bright side and a dark side – the good seeds and the bad seeds. Seeds are a symbol for laying the groundwork for future development as planting the seed – but some use planting the seed for promoting negative feelings or a downfall.

Religions rely on the seeds of faith while politics prefers manipulating the seeds for selfishness.

A heart contains seeds of love that are waiting to sprout a new life with that special someone.

I think about how entrepreneurs use “seed money” for starting a new business. I also remember during my youth using “bird feed” or “chicken feed” as a term for a small amount of anything – something paltry or minuscule in amount.

Seeds – that simple, interesting, incredible, and successful biological design found in nature that plays a large role in human life. I don’t recall what triggered thinking about seeds on this day, but it has been an interesting mental journey and exercise as I walk. After all, I like walking on the beach because it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

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A Boat Abode – Friday Fictioneers

This working nine-to-five thing is really getting in the way of my writing and reading time!  I’m going to have to figure out a decent schedule!  Late is better than not, right?  And I know, there is no late per se but ya’all know most of us like to get these things in early (ier).  A thank you to C.E.Ayr for the use of his photo and to Rochelle for keeping us all afloat week after week!  To join in, just click on the frog below and follow the instructions to leave your link!

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A Boat Abode

Riding along on her bicycle, Clara’s thoughts were filled with questions about her future when she spotted a pink boat with a ‘For Sale’ sign.  Curious, she parked her bike to go investigate further.

“Hey there, Missy.  What can I do for you?”

“I’m curious if one could live on this here boat?”

“Shore thing. Wanna look inside?”

“I do.”

“You by yourself or with someone?”

“Just me.  My apartment has been taken over by the landlord and I’m in dire need of a new home.”

“And you thought a boat is a solution?”

“Not until I saw this one!”

 

Through the Generations – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #100

You ever have an idea, clear as the light of day, in your mind, but come time to put it down, nothing works? Take three, four, whatever, I have decided to just put it out as is.  Thank you, Ms Crispina, for your wonderful challenge.  It always is, for me, to come up with something and I couldn’t NOT participate in number one hundred, right?

Like father, like son. You have the lean perfectly, my boy.  But why, for goodness sakes, did you plant yourself in the middle of the path?

You told me I needed to forge my own way so…

You might have tried a little further up, just saying.

Haha!  You did the same, my son.  Only befitting your son do the same.  Of course, you can’t see it now with all the new arrivals.  But once, you, too were right in the middle.  Maybe you’ll end up like me one day, alone on the edge.

Or like us. No longer feeling part of nature as asphalt has been spread on what was once beautiful earth.  ‘Tis the way of it, I suppose.

One day, though, I like to think we will take it all back.