I’ve had a love affair with alliteration since childhood. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, and she sells sea shells by the sea shore were my first introduction to this fascinating literary device.
Seeking new outlets to keep my mind active during this Covid thing I came up with a few fun examples of my own yesterday, but first, the definition of alliteration: the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words. So, here goes:
Sonic sounds shattered the still silence.
Her peerless posture presented a perfect pose.
Apples and avocados are added flavors in a salad.
Birds, bees, and butterflies beautify nature’s norms.
The sweet, sticky toffee titillated Tilly’s taste buds.
I’ll leave it at that for today but don’t be surprised if I come back again to have more fun with alliteration. Want to give it a try?
This year Thanksgiving is going to be considerably different with all the precautions being taken for Covid-19.
Families aren’t getting together in large groups, and some aren’t getting together at all.
Me, myself, and I are celebrating the day with Chinese food for one.
Does it matter if we are one person or a group of ten; if we have turkey or Chinese food?
No. Thanksgiving is for giving thanks for everything, whether together or not, whatever the meal is. And giving thanks should be a daily prayer rather than a once a year celebration.
Happy Thanksgiving, Canadians, wherever you are.
Happiness Day came and went without my knowing a thing about it…but I do know I was happy. Why? Because lately many things have happened in my life to put my happiness quotient over the top.
Things like surprise visits from family, an enjoyable planned visit, a St. Patrick’s concert that was full of fun, and other special little things kept a smile on my face and in my heart for quite a few days.
Of course many things happen to dampen one’s happiness, but given a choice, most of us choose to be happy if it is in the realm of possibility.
One thing that added to my smiles was learning that Finland is the happiest country in the world. Why would that make me happy? My grandparents and their parents were from Finland. I love Finnish food. I really like seeing a Finnish name on the back of a hockey jersey…doesn’t matter what team it is.
All I’m saying is I didn’t need a Happiness Day to make me happy. It happened without my knowing it. Keep smiling.
For those not familiar with haiku, it is a form of Japanese poetry, the criteria being to present an image, evoke a mood and make an observation. There are three lines with five syllables in the first and last line and seven syllables in the middle line. Example:
Peeling an orange (5) image
the bitter juice squirts my eye (7) mood, feel the sting
one blink and it’s gone. (5) observe disappearance
And now I’d like to share with you a couple of haikus I have written over the years which will appear in my upcoming poetry book.
He had a tantrum
it spoiled my serenity
and made me angry.
Dinner was superb
red snapper on the menu
tasty on the tongue.
Crouched low in the grass
sly cat watched bird eat its meal
one pounce, bird was meal.
His gait was rapid
head bent low against the storm
heading for shelter.
That’s all for now, folks. Thank you for any comments.
When we celebrate Christmas with turkey and stuffing, presents and trees, let’s remember the reason we enjoy all of these. Happy Birthday, Jesus! Merry Christmas to all and may this spectacular birth of centuries ago remain in our hearts for the rest of our lives.
Sunday…another day to give thanks, especially on our Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada. Thanks for family, friends, food, fun, safety, blessings and all good things.
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever. Psalm 107:1
God can sometimes be found speaking to us in the most unusual places. On Sunday, while lunching with friends in one of my favourite tea rooms, I read this sign posted over the sink in the ladies room:
This is God. I will be handling all your problems today and I don’t need your help.
Have a great day.
And do you know what? My usual digestive problems were non-existent that day! TYG!
What a wonderful Wednesday was spent with my cousin Bill and his wife, Arlene. We had a delicious lunch at The Pickle Barrel in North Toronto, a popular restaurant since 1971; friendly ambience, good food, great conversation, and delightful company.
Our server was pleasant and attentive, but somehow my cousin, Bill, detected a note of sadness about her and engaged her in conversation. (He’s so good at that!) After a few minutes he blurted out, “I think you need a hug!”
“Bill, don’t embarrass her,” admonished his wife.
With that, the young lady reached down and accepted my cousin’s hug.
“Thank you for realizing I need a hug,” she said. “I may seem sunny on the outside but I’m raining inside.”
Wow, thought I to myself, what a beautiful blog this will be.