Framed walls
Mementos telling stories
home sweet home
Vintage table
Drop leaf holding laptop
Home office transformed
Spare room
Filled with books
No room for guests
(C) Tournesol ‘20/05/23
mother’s presence
A place called home
Mid century dreams
(C) Tournesol ‘20/05/23
I remember as a first time mom how much I questioned so much about the health and safety of our son. His first fall, I held him in my arms and cried with him…and cried some more even after he had stopped, whispering over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”.
Parents in general are very proud of their children and some also like to boast…”Oh, he said his first word at “blank”…or “Oh, your son still doesn’t have teeth? Mine has five already.” Most times, you try to shrug it off but once you get home you take out Dr. Spock or any other paediatric bible you have for reassurance.
I remember our paediatrician, who was a teacher at McGill and the Head of paediatrics at the Jewish General Hospital would take phone calls from worried moms every morning from 7:30 am to 8:00am. What a godsend! Once he replied to my question that our son’s teeth would be stronger if they come in later. Hmm, well, that reassured me. I tried not to boast too much except with my mom, of course. As a nana though I don’t hold back…grandparents have brag rights…it is WRITTEN…somewhere…:)
Today, it is May 15th and the lawns and landscapes are still quite bare. At least it is not snowing but it would be so nice to start having some greenery on those trees. I am not even asking for flowers…just leaves! But I must have patience and embrace the tiny signs of growth…
limbs in wait
blossoms spreading slowly
budding promise
late bloomers growing stronger
bringing hope to the world
© Tournesol ‘2020/05/15
dancing
with abandon
October rain
(c) Tournesol’19/10/16
Grey skies bleed
sitting on my comfy chair
chasing the blues
(c)Tournesol’19-10-07
scent of paradise
mid-day dance recital
bouncing off limbs
(c) Tournesol ’19/05/25
Looking at her two bff’s (best feline friends) watching something moving among the decayed leaves, she wondered how life was perceived for her feline friends. They were indoor cats. How does a shut in see the world? Is there curiosity or envy? Is there fear or relief?
Spring dredges us such good feelings of her youth. That first bike ride to school giving her an extra fifteen minutes to skip rope with her peers. The first walk without boots and feeling so light on her feet. That walk hand in hand with a new crush, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.
Then the reality of her work comes to mind and what takes place behind closed doors, come spring, summer, fall or winter…
spring is in the air
fast cars and motorcycles
sweet scents of freedom
spring is in the air
watching it all come to life
indoor cats just dream
fast cars and motorcycles
kicking up a cloud of dust
April rains will clean
sweet scents of freedom
first loves or devil’s cunnings
too bad cats can’t speak
© Tournesol ‘19-03-26
Ah finally spring has arrived! Along with the scents of decay and images of black snow melting, there is still hope in the air. Once the old is washed away, the new will start to thrive. Trees are starting to form those amazing buds, birds are flying back home, animals are mating, teens and adults falling in love again. It is all so mesmerizing and inspiring. It is not just new love, new life but also rekindling memories . That is the beauty of the mind that can wander, imagine and travel back in time that will make you sigh and smile.
walking in a daze
bedazzled by the chaste moon
recalling his scent
(c) Tournesol ’19/03/21
nature’s grace
looking out my window
emerald bliss
nature’s grace
genuine and refined
best feline friend
looking out my window
only she can see
ghosts of my past
emerald bliss
healing every fibre
of my soul
© Tournesol ‘19-01-18
filling her belly
fantasies and reveries
catnip and tuna
(c)Tournesol ’18/08/18
making love
under sunlit skies
fondling blossoms
fondling blossoms
ardently at work
preparing for autumn
preparing for autumn
harvesting honey
labour of love
(c) Tournesol ’18/08/02
Daily Moments – labour of love (haiku) August 2, 2018
