seasons (5-7-5)

© Clr’15 October
©Clr’18 March

Today I noticed a photo of falling leaves from a poet/artist from Australia and it inspired me to write about it. I find it fascinating to see how our northern and southern hemispheres move in opposite directions as seasons change. It is probably more apparent now that I blog and read poems of different seasons.

 
giving tranquil pause 
days relinquish time to nights 
autumn rests a spell 
 
northern lands in spring 
sun takes over day by day 
melting season’s past 
 
(c) Tournesol '19-03-13

mother & daughter (haibun)

They spent the day in the sun planting seeds of various vegetables. Bent over with their straw hats, mother with her white Ralph Lauren sunglasses, the little three year old in her polka dot sundress and heart shaped sunglasses.

“Ah phew! That’s sure a lot of vegetables, Mommy!”

She beamed at her little helper, “Come, sweetheart, let’s sit in the shade. I`ll bring you a Popsicle.”

Sitting under the old maple tree, her chin in her chubby hand, staring at the garden for a long moment, she asked, “Mommy, when will the green beans start growing?”

“It will take time, sweetheart, about sixty sleeps depending on the weather.”

Obvious disappointment painted on her sun kissed face; she quickly lost interest and ran to play in the sandbox.

rose tipped buds
tender beginnings
nature’s way
one moment in time
coming to flower

©Tournesol’17-02-01

life ~ Troiku daily moments March 12 2019


nature finds its way 
enters like a hungry beast 
casualties of March 
 
nature finds its way 
showers wash winter’s debris 
April’s housekeeping 
 
like a hungry beast 
captivating pheromones 
it’s mating season 
 
casualties of March 
feeding grounds with nutrients 
ends a life cycle    
 
© Tournesol ‘19-03-12 

	

longing (haiku 5-7-5) Daily Moments March 8 2019





soft sounds of longing 
travelling through each brittle branch 
buds can’t wait to burst 
 
soft sounds of longing 
snow is muffling cries below 
impatient tulips 
 
travelling through each branch 
dripping sap to quench their thirst 
maples on my street 
 
buds can’t wait to burst 
Mother Nature sings her song 
“there there, won’t be long 
 
© Tournesol ‘19-03-08 

YOU are special… Celebrate your greatness!

Happy Women’s International Day today!

To be a woman IS wonderful and for years now March 8th    has been designated to celebrate our greatness.  This is not because men are not to be celebrated and it is not even that we, women, want to be compared or measured in any way with men.  Men too are aware of this huge change…for the better, well except for the few who may be bred and wired to think that women are second class citizens but this blog is to celebrate, to praise and a feel good piece, so…

me-at-4ishBeing raised in the 50’s and 60’s, the media portrayed women as passive, mediocre and not always too intelligent human beings.  Oh, but they were glamorous, they could sing, they could dance and boy oh boy they could dress real fine and cook too!  I was fortunate to be raised by my mom and my maternal grandmother. Both women worked!! In the 50’s not many women worked especially in small towns in Quebec.  Being raised by strong willed, nurturing and amazing women, I had good models.

My grandmother, Gervaise Robert Daudelin, was a midwife andgrandmaman-et-grandpapa known as the village nurse.  She was a strong willed women with a huge heart and brilliant mind.  She understood people and they all loved her.  I learned, at a young age, to give back and help my community…not out of religious obligation or guilt but out of compassion.    She was also an amazing cook, had boarders in her home during the depression and during WW 2;   she actually supported the family through tough times but in those days, a woman did it in the shadows.  She was an amazing woman, friend, wife, mother of 7 children and greatest grandmother.  She raised her family and raised my sister and myself and encouraged my mom and taught her that there was life after divorce (another thing that was rare in the mid 60’s in a small French Canadian town).

Colombe (Bette) Daudelin
Colombe (Bette) Daudelin

My mom, Colombe Daudelin, was a beautiful, glamorous and loving women, wife, mom and hairdresser…the latter that taught me just a bit about glamour…my mom, however, had it down pat alright.  She was nicknamed Bette, after Bette Davis as a child and frankly she was much more beautiful than Ms. Davis and had aged much better without any cosmetic surgeries.

She had quit school at 14 to take care of her baby brother and then went on to hairdressing school at The Bay (Hudson Bay at that time).  She devoted her life to pleasing people but she taught me to think of me for a change and have fun.

She supported her family throughout her entire marriage and thereafter.  She blessed me and my children with such joy, spontaneity and her joie de vivre. My kids and grandson talk about “Nanny” with fondness and always with a smile or a chuckle.

Mae Roberts Giroux,
Oakville, On.

My dear aunt, Mae Roberts Giroux, was my father’s sister and she has been an inspiration as well.  She is an amazing artist and wonderful person.  Her passion is  art since she was a child having gone to École des Beaux Arts throughout her youth yet denied to further her studies because  in art because “women just did not do that then!”  Women in the 40s and 50s could go into teaching, nursing or definitely secretarial.  So Aunt Mae put her dream of being artist on hold for a few decades.

Speaking of secretaries, they were largely men who performed these duties, before male management realised they could get a woman to do the same job for less than half the salary.  My father was a secretary with Canadian Pacific Railway years ago before women were hired to do it for much cheaper.

Aunt Mae raised 3 boys and returned to the Ontario College of Art in Toronto to get her art degree in her 40`s. I admire her determination and her talent.

Her husband encouraged her and he too was a man way ahead of his times…being a nurturer as well and having faith in his wife.  Both have inspired me in so many ways.  They encouraged me to risk change and believe in myself.

Of course I was also influenced by amazing women growing up like Dr. Marie Curie, my grade school teacher, Mrs. Grant, in high school, Sister Dufferin,  Professors Marilyn Taylor, Mia Lobel and Pauline Gross from Concordia University.  My mentors are many such as Selma Corobow (former Family Life Educator and manager CLSC Metro, Montreal), Dianne Goodyear who taught me to believe in myself and to trust my instincts (Family Life Educator), Diane Richard, a friend (Social Worker) and mentor who believed in me sometimes more than I did; Of course I have amazing friends, women who have enriched my life and taught me so much and I have learned from as many in my age group as from younger friends.  Wonderful women like Rolande, Huguette, Annette, Dominique, Debbie, Maria, Michelle, France, Beatrice, Jenns (there are 4!), Pat, Jay, Pascale, Sara, Margie, Nicole, Peggy,  Cécile, Jane and Joyce, Giséle, Janice, Donna, Valérie, Marie-Hélène, Judith, Sue, Kathie, Shelly, Sandy, Lise (2), Louise, Ghislaine, Karen, Denise, Pauline and many more many more.

 

art by Mae Roberts Giroux,
Oakville, On.

So pay tribute to YOU first and foremost, to the wonderful woman you are and share a bit of that special person that YOU are so your “specialness” can carry on.

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, March 8, 2019

To view Mae Giroux’s Art check on her facebook page  https://www.facebook.com/mae.giroux/photos

sighs of sweet content (troiku) daily moments

blue skies
sun rays beaming hope
sighs of springtime

blue skies
billows move in tandem
winter’s softest breeze

sun rays beaming hope
looking winter in the eye
walking on thin ice

sighs of springtime
tapping giant maples
where sweetness flows

© Tournesol ‘19-03-04