Friday, December 13, 2013

Olive Tree Chivalry and Other Acts of Kindness



On my daily afternoon walks, I pass a kaleidoscope of orchards, vineyards and olive groves, where fragrant fruit trees and knotty grapevines are meticulously pruned and impeccably tailored, in anticipation of the next spring bloom and autumn harvest.

 

Smiling, I greet the olive trees that stand in perfect alignment, forming an umbrella of an arbour that beckons a romantic stroll. They stand tall and still, as if on guard, until I pass by.  Knowing my schedule, (and just seconds prior to our paths crossing), they seem to uproot themselves on cue,  to confirm that the road ahead is safe, and then, just in the nick of  time, they jump back into place, pretending to be lazily basking in the warm rays of the afternoon sun. Later, on my way back, their heads bowed, upper trunks slightly bent over, they 'take off their hats', as they bid me adieu, having completed their act of chivalry for the day.


Almost immediately, the mountains come into view, and even though they are across the valley, their peaks pierce the skies above and the thick vegetation below, specifically to keep an eye on me, until I reach the neighbouring village, my designated destination.


Once there, I stop for a moment to rest, before making my way back home. Catching my breath, I find myself, time and time again, wondering who might have occupied the now abandoned stone house, on the hill across the road. It hovers above me, like a trainer tracking my progress, as I catch my breath, then quench my thirst, and having just struggled with the steepness of the incline, I imagine a proud pat on the back.  Just when I start to get comfortable on the weather worn, wooden bench, I hear the screeching of a silent whistle, warning me that I'd better get a move on, so as not to lose my momentum.


For a few minutes, the trek is downhill, and I am grateful for the spectacular, unobstructed views of the coastline. The calmness of the sea, in contrast with the rugged, rocky terrain in the distance, rejuvenates me. Suddenly, a strong gust bends branches and the congregation of leaves waver in the wind, many ready to fall, in compliance with the season.  I marvel at this multitude of plant life, closely nestled together, like rowdy kindergarteners posing for their first class photo, dressed in casual attire boasting favourite animated heroes, which they try to emulate, as they smile playful, toothy grins for the camera.


Midway between the two villages, a powdery half moon quietly appears on the scene. Still sleepy, it hides behind the opaque shade of a blue blanketed sky, gathering strength for the midnight shift - a permanent position.

 


Around the bend, an unveiled, bare grapevine takes centre stage, and like a prima ballerina, it strikes a pivoted pose, proudly showing off its scrawny frame, evidence of persistence and hard work during the season. Yes! I definitely see a semblance of dancing swans, frozen in its stillness.


 As I take the turning into my own neck of the woods, a flirty drizzle catches my attention, and I imagine the collection of critters that must seek refuge from heavy rains under the canopy of the leafy trees, that borders the gardens of the last little church in my vicinity.


 And I am home.

Today, marks the anniversary of my 1ooth post, and I want to tell you all how much I appreciate your kindness and your presence, here at Poppy View! For me, the adventure of blogging, much like my afternoon walks, has allowed me to breathe the fresh air of new ideas, great inspiration, and most importantly, form friendships with so many sweet and talented women, who have accompanied me on this sensational path to daily self-discovery.

Thank you!


xo
~Poppy~

Our Tis the Season Blog Tour is still on,
so, don't forget to visit everyone else!

Monday December 9, 2013
Jemma of At Home With Jemma   

 
Tuesday December 10th, 2013  
  Wednesday December 11, 2013
Sherry, Jess, and Nel of Red Rose Alley
Patty of Home and Lifestyle Design

 

Thursday December 12, 2013
Melanie of Comfy House
Brenda of Cozy Little House


Friday December 13, 2013
Melinda of The Refeathered Roost
 
Saturday December 14, 1013
Kathryn of The Dedicated House
Dewena of Across the Way

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

A Christmas Tea with Santa, Mrs. Claus, and Me


 Note: This post was composed last Christmas!

~Hello everyone~
Welcome to Day 2 of our Tis the Season Blog Tour.
Thanks again, Jemma for including me; it's been fun!
I'm your hostess today, and I'm so happy you're here!

(If you wish, click on each image to enlarge.)


Santa and Mrs. Claus have already arrived.
I thought they could use a little break 
from all their busyness;


Mrs. Claus baking away the days,


 while Santa tackles the stack of mail, 
as elves load toys on to his sleigh.


 Please, make yourselves at home.

 

In the kitchen, the teapot is filled with chamomile,
and a fluffy, orange cake awaits!


Into the dining room, we'll go,
I've dimmed the lights for a cozy glow.


 Have you looked out the window?
We've had snow! 


 I remember,
during Christmas holidays in Toronto, the
playful snowballs little Liberty liked to throw.


And in the calm after the storm,
we'd roll, and pack, and form
a snowman of our very own.


Christmases in Crete, meant trimming the tree with me, 
then topping it with a star, with a little help from her daddy.

From top left to right: my sister, Cindy, my mom, Rita, my aunt, Jane and me

This year, more than any other,
I long to be with family in Canada, and my daughter.


Wherever you are in the world this year,
may your Christmas days be full of cheer!


Thanks for sharing this Christmas tea
with Santa, Mrs. Claus, and me.

 xo
~Poppy~



Don't forget to visit everyone else 
on our Tis the Season Blog Tour.


Monday December 9, 2013
Jemma of At Home With Jemma   
 Chris of The Cafe Sucre Farine

Tuesday December 10th, 2013
Poppy View
 
Wednesday December 11, 2013
Sherry, Jess, and Nel of Red Rose Alley
Patty of Home and Lifestyle Design

 
Thursday December 12, 2013
Melanie of Comfy House
Brenda of Cozy Little House

Friday December 13, 2013
Melinda of The Refeathered Roost

 
Saturday December 14, 1013
Kathryn of The Dedicated House
Dewena of Across the Way

All images: Poppy View,
except backgrounds (Google),
and Tour Collage (Jemma)

Saturday, December 7, 2013

It's Christmas Time in the City


City sidewalks, busy sidewalks.
Dressed in holiday style

 
 

In the air
There's a feeling
of Christmas


 
Children laughing
People passing



Meeting smile after smile
and on every street corner you'll hear


Silver bells, silver bells



It's Christmas time in the city



Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas day


Strings of street lights
Even stop lights
Blink a bright red and green



As the shoppers rush
home with their treasures


Hear the snow crunch
See the kids bunch



This is Santa's big scene



And above all this bustle
You'll hear


Silver bells, silver bells



It's Christmas time in the city


Ring-a-ling, hear them sing


Soon it will be Christmas day 


Missing my family in Canada,
and dreaming of an
 old fashioned Christmas.
xo
~Poppy~


(This post first appeared December 7th, 2013)
Silver Bells: written by
Jay Livingston and Ray Evans
All images: Google

 

Monday December 9, 2013  
Jemma of At Home With Jemma
Chris of The Cafe Sucre Farine

Tuesday December 10, 2013
Poppy of Poppy View

Wednesday December 11, 2013
Sherry, Jess, and Nel of Red Rose Alley
Patty of Home and Lifestyle Design


Thursday December 12, 2013
Melanie of Comfy House
Brenda of Cozy Little House
 
Friday December 13, 2013
Melinda of The Refeathered Roost
 
Saturday December 14, 1013
Kathryn of The Dedicated House
Dewena of Across the Way

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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

December at My Door


It is raining outside my door.


A downpour of pellets
pierce and poke
  coppery vines,
 like an old, itchy cloak!


 Diagonally, the droplets dive
onto thirsty fields,
and 'expectant' groves,


as boughs bearing
gifts of citrus and olives
drink, rest, and grow,
before the upcoming 
first fall of snow. 


In seconds, 
sculpted black balconies
are squeaky clean;
their engraved, tangled vines
buffed to a sheen.


Geraniums, splattered and splashed,
 petals of red, pushed, shoved and lashed,
struggle against the rain's beating hand,
prevailing over its force, in the end.


 This morning,
December rain
knocked on my door, 
and tapping the doorbell, 
it begged and implored
for my undivided attention.
So, I listened: all morning,
and into the eve,
until, tired and drained,
the rain took its leave.


Thanks for visiting!
 Happy December!