Sunday, June 19, 2016

Summer: On Schedule, Stand By...

 

It feels like an entire season has come and gone since
 I last posted. My beloved Spring, gleaming with hope and
 light and glory, finally did arrive, in all its budding beauty.


Suddenly, city streets sprouting pretty, pastel petals  
made once barren pathways to work happily bearable!




I recall the almond blossoms,
scattered across the Cretan countryside, 
fragrant confetti, dotting the meadows
with scented cheer, and I long for the day
to wander amid such a paradise, again.



 Until then, Summer is scheduled to arrive on time, 
here in southern Ontario, tomorrow, Monday, June 20, 
2016. As such, Spring has ensured that its successor
 be made to feel welcome, and thus, has already 
seen to hot, smouldering, temps  -  a show of
utmost warmth and hospitality, wouldn't you say?


 “For behold, the winter is past; 
the rain is over and gone. 
The flowers appear on the earth, 
the time of singing has come, 
 ...Song of Solomon 2:11-12



Wishing you all 

a Happy Summer,

xxx

Poppy


All images except first & second: Google

Monday, April 4, 2016

Still No Sign of Spring


Dreaming of spring,

 

on this white, chilly night,
wondering where it could be.


Caught in the storm?
Stuck in the snow?
Frozen  from 
numbing frostbite?


Oh, my sweet Spring,
hope you are safe and
are well on your way,
for it feels like you've
 been gone forever.


Now, about the delay,
don't worry; I miss you so much, 
promise that I won't make a fuss.
After all, better late than never! 

Tell me, my friends, 
any sightings of this sassy season 
in your neck of the woods?
 

All images: Google


Sunday, February 14, 2016

Message of Love



As I stare out
into the late, 
evening sky,
starry snowflakes
 gather to meet
  tired eyes.

They huddle together
to make sure I see
the message of love
they've so carefully
drawn for me.


The Triumph of Galatea by Raphael


For,
in a few hours,
Cupid's arrows will
fall like shooting stars
to enamour all those
who aren't enamoured so far!
 
I, intend to stay indoors,
having been pierced
by his amour arrow before,
and though I'm recuperating,
I still feel quite sore, 
so I'd better not
 take any chances.


Saturday, January 30, 2016

25 Minutes

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A Toronto street scene, by Doug Taylor

That bright, barn red streetcar in the beautiful painting 
above has been my main means of transport for the 
past month. I board it every weekday morning, at
 exactly 8:15 a.m, to take me to my new job, at a
 busy law firm, in bustling, midtown Toronto.

The Cretan countryside, by Poppy
 
On the island, this single cypress tree, just outside the
 village, stands for our one and only bus stop. The descent
 into town, via picturesque patches of vineyards, orange and 
olive groves, was always a relaxing ride and a peaceful 
prelude to tutoring fidgety, Greek teens in English!  

The Toronto Skyline, as seen from Centre Island, by Doug Taylor

 Each trip takes precisely 25 minutes,
 but the second seems like a lifetime ago.  

 xo
Poppy 

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P.S.:
 Hope you can forgive me for not being able to visit
 blogland lately, but after 8 hours of  filing, faxing,
 prepping and printing, I only end up in one place: 
dreamland! Promise to catch up with you soon!

Happy February!

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Happy Twenty SixTEAn!


Recently, on a cold, snow stormy afternoon, my 
aunt and I visited a cozy tea room, located in
 a sleepy, suburban, Toronto neighbourhood.

 

Chicken pot pie and veggie quiche were followed
by a shared piece of decadence, namely, that
colossal, creamy carrot cake, middle, left! 


Organic Earl Grey was our tea of choice,
and every sip was deliciously soothing.

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sooth·ing
/ˈso͞oT͟HiNG/
adjective

1. having a gently calming effect:
"she put on some soothing music"


2. reducing pain or discomfort:
"almond oil is renowned for
 its soothing properties"




And just like that, my word for the new year was
 selected, quite spontaneously, my senses would
 have me believe, but my soul knows otherwise.


Tell me, dear readers, what word will
 define your world this year? 

Thanks for visiting!

xx
Poppy 

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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Poppy's Paparazzi and Doreen the Biscotti Queen


Hello, my friends!
The holidays are here!
 Warm greetings on cards and
sweet gifts wrapped in tins
travel across the globe
  to bring us good cheer!


After seeing this cozy (but blurry) window display of Santa being pampered by his adoring Mrs., his festive table (from what I gather), topped with richly iced cakes and other delectable treats, can you blame me for craving such seasonal sweets, especially when, 
this year, I don't have time to bake them myself?


Fortunately, an early delivery by St. Nick did the trick!
My sassy gal pal, Doreen, who blogs over at House Honeys,
 sent me a batch of her famous chocolate walnut biscotti
and a few other varieties. My pic does not do them
 justice - they are a sight for hungry eyes and the perfect
  sugar fix for one's taste buds, anytime of the day. 
Thank you my multi talented mon ami!


Now, because Santa's such a sweetheart to have thought of  me, crazy busy as he is, in the midst of his millionth delivery, I wanted to show my appreciation with a Christmas creation, a memento of that potentially pretty store window, he just might enjoy. So, thanks to some photo shop flair, gone was the glare and the intrusive sheen of those two paparazzi, (a certain mother and daughter team!;)). And lastly, by simply pressing a key, the setting was also free of that not so attractive bumper to bumper traffic, amid the cold and congested concrete jungle that so spoiled the scene...whew! 
Know what I mean?


Thanks for visiting!
Wishing you all 
Happy Holidays,
xxx
Poppy

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Charmed


As a little girl growing up in midtown Toronto,
autumn, dressed in all its spectacular, seasonal
splendour, was always my favourite time of year.



I'm sure my passion for colour comes from those
 flaming fireballs that pierce cool, azure blue skies.


What fun we used to have, diving into brittle heaps
 of dry, crispy, crumbly leaves, swimming in hues of
 burnt sienna, hot crimson, and muddy merlots.

 And so, as you all know, this Toronto autumn has
been my first in 16 years, and I have been busy

 

reacquainting myself with its many myriad of moods -


from the bright and bubbly,


to the dark and melancholy.


And guess what?

  

I found them all to be enchantingly intriguing.


Thanks for visiting and
 Happy Thanksgiving to
all my American friends.
xo
Poppy

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