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| A local winter festival near Quebec, Canada |
At first, ideas flow slowly
drip…
drip…
drip…
mere drops in a bucket
collect into words
to be drizzled
onto
snow
white
page...
where we might taste and savor
relish the flavor
of each
new
bite.
bite.
© Ginny Brannan 2014
Invited by my friend Joe Hesch to visit Heather Grace Stewart's "Take Ten Thursday: Writing Prompt" at Where Butterflies Go. Loved the image and sweet memories of childhood in Vermont it brought back, couldn't resist a visit!! Mmmm…can still taste that sugar on snow!! Also sharing at IGWRT Finding your Creative Space. Thanks for inviting me, Margaret.
Sharing just a few more images of sugaring in my neck of the woods here in Massachusetts:
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| Gathering Sap |
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| South Hadley Sugar Shack, full steam! |
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| Boiling down sap into syrup |
mmmm that would be so good..have been to several maple syrup festivals before....watched the trees drain into the buckets and them cook it off...
ReplyDeleteI really like this, Ginny. This would also fit in with Kerry's challenge over at the Garden, I think. "Find Your Creative Space"
ReplyDeleteyou conjured up memories of my youth... :) and inspired me to put maple syrup on the agenda...
ReplyDeleteJust the place to put your poem, Ginny. Then read word by word, thought by thought, all sugary and nice.
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This is a perfect response to an examination of the birth of poetry. Such an interesting glimpse at Canadian culture - I'm assuming that is maple syrup - it looks delicious.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of "drizzling words". I also remember being fascinated by the Laura Ingalls Wilder books - there is a chapter that they do this very same thing.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteOh, goodness! Looks delicious!
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