2019: U… A to Z Italian Famiglia Foods and Memories: Uncle Frankie’s Pickled Eggplant

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2019: U… A to Z Italian Famiglia Foods and Memories: Uncle Frankie’s Pickled Eggplant

I’m back for “Year 4” of the A to Z… April Challenge!

My first year of this challenge had me racking my brain for a writing topic… especially as I didn’t quite understand the process. But finally I came up with 2016:Southern Foods and Memories. They said write what you know… and being a girl born in the South… well this was what I knew.  2017: Conversations with Mama was a somewhat easy one for me as I’d journaled our conversations for years so I researched some of my favorite topics to write on.  2018: All About Nancy Drew has been my favorite topic so far, and I don’t know if I’ll ever come up with another to equal it. It literally had me researching every day for over six months… researching, reading and…

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A Photographic Salute to Earth

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As many of you know, one of my hobbies is amateur photography. I love photography, I also love being out and about on the trails, beaches, mountains, valleys, and plains that make up our beautiful country. Since today is a day set aside to celebrate the planet a.k.a. Earth Day, I thought I would share with you a few of my favorite photographs I’ve taken over the years.

Winter in the woods, and everywhere

First blooms of Spring

A fiery sunset in Stephenville, NL, Canada

One of the first signs of Spring is when the American Robin returns. Last year a pair of robins made a nest in my neighbor’s flower box – it was wonderful to watch them raise their young. May 2018

In our area fog is a frequent weather condition in spring

Banff, AB, Canada in May 2016

Summer in Newfoundland & Labrador is simply beautiful. This…

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Capturing the Beauty of the Countryside

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“I’ve always been sort of interested in the rural countryside. Things happen out there that are very strange to city dwellers.” – John Sandford –

I was born in a small rural community in Newfoundland and lived there for the first dozen years of my life. I am still drawn to the countryside; to trees and forests; and water in all its forms: ponds, lakes, rivers, oceans. I remember a city-raised friend once commenting that she was not comfortable without concrete under her feet. I found that very amusing, but it underlined our differences. What is balm for my soul (the countryside) leaves my friend feeling very strange and out of her comfort zone. I am the opposite but I am much more comfortable in towns and cities than I was when I was 12, back then it felt like culture shock and at the time I thought I might…

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This Weird and Wonderful World

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I love when I find something unusual or unique to photograph. Perhaps it’s only me that can see an aardvark in a piece of driftwood or a worm (where there is no worm) on a bright green leaf or the head of a wolf in a tree stump. What can I say? My mind works in bizarre ways at times. My imagination takes over and I try to capture with my camera what I see in my mind’s eye. There is beauty in nature, of this I have no doubt, but there are also elements of the mystical there too – at least that has been my experience. At other times it is just the way the light hits an object or creates a frame like the way the sunlight makes the trees seem like an archway leading to a fairy land – pure magic! And sometimes it is perplexing…

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2019: T… A to Z Italian Famiglia Foods and Memories: Torrone “Almond Brittle Candy”

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2019: T… A to Z Italian Famiglia Foods and Memories: Torrone “Almond Brittle Candy”

I’m back for “Year 4” of the A to Z… April Challenge!

My first year of this challenge had me racking my brain for a writing topic… especially as I didn’t quite understand the process. But finally I came up with 2016:Southern Foods and Memories. They said write what you know… and being a girl born in the South… well this was what I knew.  2017: Conversations with Mama was a somewhat easy one for me as I’d journaled our conversations for years so I researched some of my favorite topics to write on.  2018: All About Nancy Drew has been my favorite topic so far, and I don’t know if I’ll ever come up with another to equal it. It literally had me researching every day for over six months… researching, reading and…

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On Repeat

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A synchronicity poem has eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. It is written in the first person with a twist revealed within the last two stanzas

Seabirds sketch patterns through the sky.
The sand darkens with their shadows.
Silver.

I see grey clouds hold back sunshine
and wonder at their malleable
power.

Cottony fingers streak deftly
Painting shades of the coming day.
Promised.

Yet this optimism’s not shared.
I trudge wearily in today.
Empty.

My feet are stuck in yesterday.
In mud that was born from the storm.
My life.

Mundane thoughts swirl about my head.
Or are they snowflakes pretending
To be.

— ~ —

The gnarled branches of the trees catch
The plastic glittery pieces.
Again.

The child shakes their precious snow globe.
Not realising life’s on repeat
inside.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 20, 2019; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix –…

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Abandoned

Sarah W's avatarBy Sarah

Abandoned.
Broken I lie,
awaiting ravages of time.
Whispers echoed along forgotten hallways.
Shadows dancing, creating patterns.
Haunting memories.
~Bereft~
Memories haunting.
Patterns creating dancing shadows.
Hallways forgotten along echoed whispers.
Time of ravages awaiting,
Lie I broken.
Abandoned.

By Sarah ©2018

Author’s Note: Palindrome Poetry is also known as Mirrored Poetry. A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 30

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