The Twelfth of Never

You ask how much I need you
Must I explain
I need you, oh my darlin’
Like roses need rain
You ask how long I’ll love you
I’ll tell you true
Until the “Twelfth of Never”
I’ll still be loving you

Hold me close
Never let me go
Hold me close
Melt my heart like April snow

I’ll love you ’til the bluebells forget to bloom
I’ll love you ’til the clover has lost its perfume
I’ll love you ’til the poets run outta rhyme
Until the “Twelfth of Never”
And that’s a long, long time
Until the “Twelfth of Never”
And that’s a long, long time
That’s a long, long time
That’s a long, long time

Has something in your life ever triggered a song to rise to the surface? I woke up with the Twelfth of Never rattling around my head. The version from the seventies– Donny Osmond– that I was crazy about at the time.  And just a little bit in love with Donny for a few short months. Weren’t most of us who grew up in the era?

But why the Twelfth of Never?  April snow, that’s  why. Whenever we have April snow you can be sure I’m singing this song. You know, the line “Melt my heart like April snow ”  just won’t get out of my head.

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It might have seemed like an April Fool’s joke, but no, Mother Nature decided to “Let there be snow,’ and this is what had me singing sappy love songs on the 25th of April. Just when we’d been tricked into thinking that spring had arrived. I snapped this photo of some Canada  geese that have been hanging around our property lately earlier in the week.

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Spring is out there. I guess we need to be a bit more patient…Again.

Is there a certain song that comes to mind during different times in your life? What song is it? Are you old enough, or young enough, to remember the Twelfth of Never?

Winter Photos

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout

Here are a few snowy photos taken at Black Duck Lake yesterday after Saturday night’s snowstorm. DSC04758

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Before this happened there was scarcely a scab of snow to be found. It looked more like spring in these parts than winter. Not only that, the temperature was on the plus side all week long. Nice, since we’d just come through a cold snap.

But, Mother Nature decided to remind us that winter is far from being over. Although spring was flirting with us, she certainly isn’t ready to stay anytime soon.

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I’ve been busy writing this winter, as you would expect. The cold weather makes me want to stay close to home and put a pot of soup on the stove to scorch  simmer. I  also have some reading to catch up on– along with all the usual boring things like housework– as I wait from spring to  arrive again.

What are you doing this winter? Are you enjoying the beautiful scenery or are you hoping for an early spring?

Waiting Out The Storm

Adopt the pace of nature:  her secret is patience.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

For days we’ve been warned about the blizzard that is heading our way for the weekend. An old-fashioned Nor’easter as we like to call them here in Nova Scotia. It’s a good day for staying close to home, reading a book, whipping up that next novel, and just trying to keep warm. Here’s hoping we don’t lose our power today.  My computer battery is charged and ready to go if it does. I wasn’t about to take any chances.

Will we get all the forcasted snow? So far it doesn’t appear to be a great lot of snow down, but I guess time will tell. We’re definitely getting the wind this morning, but from my window I don’t see any huge drifts, in fact, the doorstep was clear this morning. Of course that was due to the wind blowing it away. Maybe if we’re lucky it’ll blow all the snow from the driveway too!  For now, everything has been cancelled for the weekend, but that’s not a bad thing. Sometimes we need to slow down and take life at a more leisurely pace. As Emerson reminds us  nature has her own pace and we need to be patient.  Mother Nature has spoken.

So, I’ll stay warm and cozy in my house and work on my novel, perhaps give the treadmill a go. It’s a good day for staying in.

What is the weekend weather like where you are?

New on the Horizon

Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no one in our entire lives has ever done, not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends – and hardly ever our own grown children. ~Ruth Goode

Isn’t this the greatest quote for grandparents? All the grandparents out there are nodding their heads I’m sure. I can honestly say that being a nanny is totally awesome even though it has already been established on this blog that I’m far too young for this.  😉

A few days ago, we noticed the tulips Miss Charlotte helped to plant last year are coming up through the ground. Miraculous, considering they were beneath three inches of snow just last week. When Mother Nature gets her spring up there’s just no stopping her. What a gal! While we’ve been having more than seasonal temperatures, in fact the last few days have felt more like late May than March, other parts of the country have been totally opposite. Go figure! But for now, I’ll take this beautiful weather with a great big thank you!

Next week is bound to fly by as Miss Charlotte and Momma are coming for a weeklong visit. If the weather cooperates, which I think it will, we should have a great visit. Heck, even if the weather is crappy the visit will be terrific. I heard Miss C is quite excited to visit Guppy B’s house.

I’ll still be around blogland next week, and will try to get caught up on some of the blogs I hadn’t been able to get to last week while I was working. The next three weeks are mine, though. Maybe I’ll finish up a short story I’m hoping to have in shipshape to submit to an upcoming anthology. The deadline is June 1, but I hate letting things go to the very end. I have to say, it’s been awhile since I submitted a short story. This is one I wrote a few years back but didn’t submit.  The theme for the anthology is social justice. It shouldn’t take too much tweaking to bring it closer to the theme. It was very close to begin with. I find when a theme is so broad, it’s often tricky to know what a particular editor is looking. Perhaps they aren’t sure themselves. Maybe it’s one of those, I’ll-know-it-when-I-read- it deals. I can go along with that. As editor Penny Ferguson once said on this blog sometimes”it is just a matter of connecting with the /right/ editor in the /right/ mood on the /right/ day!the right editor on the right day.” You can read the rest of Penny’s post here. Penny was the editor of the Amethyst Review, the very first literary magazine I was published in. Even though the review folded some years back we kept in touch.

While on the subject of publishing for those of you who like good news, I’ll have some to share with you all very soon!  

Is there anything new and exciting on your horizon?

Enjoy your weekend!

Tree in Stone

With enough nurturing even the most unlikely things can flourish. You really have to love Mother Nature!

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