My plan for the month of March is to take a photo each day that in some way, at least in my own mind, relates to the word for the day on a calendar that we received at Christmas. The March Word photos follow below. You can see what that perpetual calendar looks like on the Day 1 post.
Today’s word ‘grow’ also leads me to a 2 part post, with a picture for only the first part.
Grow #1 – The delightful young man featured below is my nephew Jake. Jake has grown 4.5″ in the last year. According to Darryl & Shauna, that equates to shopping trips for 3 new pairs of shoes and 3 new sets of clothing!
Way to grow Jake!
I believe your sister would be happy if you shared some of your mad growing skillz with her!
Grow #2 – This brings me to the end of my “a photo for the calendar word each day” project for the month of March. One of my goals in attempting a “picture each day” project was that the discipline would help me post more freely, rather than waiting only until I had the best idea or a great photo. As I said to Eileen more than once during the month “this photo every day discipline sure forces me to post some substandard pictures!”. And like sometimes happens with disciplines, that challenge has become a gift. So now I’ve posted some poor pics and some I like. Said lots of words, or sometimes almost none. And I feel a new freedom to add whatever I feel like. Time will tell what that looks like. For now it probably means less regular updates, a welcome relief to those of you getting an email every day about a new photo. But some days it might mean 2 or 3. There are no guarantees. But hey, sometimes you get what you paid for!
Today’s word is change, but I’ll warn you now it includes 2 stories, and the picture is unrelated to the main story.
Change story #1 – found a lovely loveseat that fits just very snugly into our front porch. And we had our first supper in the porch today. A lovely change in the room and signs of the changing seasons. Picture below.
Change story #2. Some of my residential clients, who tend to be seniors, sometimes show me pictures of their grandchildren during lulls, reboots, waits for something to install, etc.. Usually these are pics of babies and toddlers. Today one such couple, who don’t know me very well at all, showed me a picture of a beautiful young woman, and before I could comment, added “This is our grandson. He’s transgender. And you know what, since he’s gone through this change, he looks just like his mom!” My first thought was “How do they know I’m a safe person to share this with? How do they know I won’t spout evil and hateful things?” And what followed was a lovely conversation about how he waited until his ailing mom passed before starting hormone therapy, because she wouldn’t have taken it well, and how happy he is, and how he moved to Vancouver because he’s more accepted there. And they showed me pictures of him as a 350 pound hulking man a few years ago, and 170 pound woman today, and about diets and surgery to remove excess skin. They clearly love him/her deeply. That also had me thinking about change, but I didn’t take any photographs.
Some families are linked by blood, and others are just wonderfully adopted!
In keeping with today’s word, I had my lunch quickly and then spent my lunch break walking in Gabriel Dumont Park, discovering the wonders of winter and spring along the river. I came across numerous discoveries, but I’ll keep this post to just one. You might see a few more pictures from today’s walk once I’m free from this daily word rigour at the end of the month. One small discovery today – that wild rose bushes can be stunning even in March!
Today had lots of lovely relax moments – post-sermonizing, lunch with good old friends, a quiet afternoon cortado, opening race of the F1 season, and a nice honey and oak scotch in the evening! And as the weather warms, I start to think again about my favourite, seasonal relaxing spot, our front porch. We retired one big chair last summer, and now with Abby and her chair also missing from the porch, it’s time to think about new furnishings for this happy place. Bags of soil and winter car cords will soon give way to one of my favourite happy places. What should go here? I saw a double reclining loveseat at Village Green last week. That looks intriguing.
Today’s word is forgive, which is an impossible word! So I’ve conceded defeat for the day. So you will just have to forgive me for not posting a photo today, or you will have to forgive me for posting this annoying looping video of the angry “Wait!” man hidden inside each crosswalk button.
I hear spring! Can you?
Give up? Give way? Give out? Give away? Give ‘er? There are so many gives! What gives?
One of the ways I have given is giving my blood. So here’s a pin from a few years ago. But even better than that, it wasn’t until I photographed this pin on my bulletin board that I noticed the dark humour of the quote I happened to pin directly below it. Morbidly funny.
