A View From My Window

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Perspective is everything when it comes to a buying a home.

We said we wanted a house with trees // but there was only one on our lot

When we walked in,  it was the window view out the back that sold us

A woods filled with trees reaching for the sky joined our barren lot

Since then, much was added to the ever changing seen.

Two wild willows,  now thirty feet tall,  shade our Shangra La

There’s a lilac and a crape myrtle,  and a garden lush and green

The bird feeder entertains me all day long it seems

and not just the birds, but squirrels and chipmunks too

So when I look out the window my heart thrills with the view

Now in this summer heat, I’ll go back to my reclining chair 

Drink some ice tea, prop up my feet, and enjoy the view from there!

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The view of our back yard in February 2011 when we saw it for the first time. We knew it had potential to become something more than this!!

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Peter asked to to take a photo from our window and then write a poem about it. When I look at the early photos of our back yard, and then at the ones I took this evening, It is amazing how much the view changed. Vision and perspective change everything.

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Celebrating Moments in Time

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My father-in-law turned 90 a few years ago and his family and long time friends gathered in his care facility to celebrate. He enjoyed it all very much, especially the cake and ice cream.  It was a wonderful time that we will long remember, although he only remembered for the moment.  Some might wonder why go all out if he won’t remember that it happened.  I believe that although he was not able to remember, the effects on his well being lasted much longer.  The goal for someone in Alzheimer’s is to create moments that make them feel alive now, and tomorrow they will still feel better, even if they do not know why. Time with loved ones is never wasted.
We celebrated
Ninety years of connections
Winter closing in
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Chocolate cake enjoyed
A very special moment
Birch trees pushing buds
Photos; Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse we are celebrating birthdays. Kim asked write about a special birthday we remembered. I don’t remember any special birthday parties that I had as a child.  I decided to write about our last birthday party for my father-in-law who lived at Lifestyles Care Facility in Edmonton, AB. It was a great day for all.

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Kinderjik Girl on the Windmill

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Who is that girl perched high on the wall
Peeking at us // she knows she won’t fall
Kinderjik girl lives in a windmill // right along the canal near by
Dreams her summer days away    watching tourists floating by
Doesn’t think it unusual to live in such a place
All her neighbors live in the same kind of space
As her mom hangs the family’s wash on the line
 She watches clouds floating and passes the time
Not much to do on a warm summer day
But dream of boys and while the time away

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

On our trip up the Rhine River last summer, we stopped at Kinderjik to see the windmills. It was a fascinating place to visit. They took us to a working windmill and showed us all around. On the way we passed several others, but the one with the little girl caught my camera’s eye!  All of the windmills have families living in them. We were told there is a waiting list for people wanting to live there.

 

Little Buddy

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In this pandemic, “Little Buddy” is the only one still running the rat race every day. Our son got us a robo-vac machine for Christmas. It is an interesting gadget that runs all over the house and cleans the floors.  It took us awhile to get figured out, but with the help of our grandson we found we could manipulate it quite well.
We have personified it to the point of actually talking to it when it doesn’t do what we want, or gets stuck under the entertainment center. It comes on every morning at ten-thirty, shocking us with a start-up beep. It does get places we don’t normally reach, such as under the beds and furniture. He fills up with dust and lint every day.  It has now become the third member of the family!!
Little Buddy beeps
Waking up from quiet sleep
Runs around the house
Collecting dust as he creeps
Squealing for our help
Wrapped tightly in a light cord
We get him unwound
Down the hall    he’s bedroom bound
Gathering dust balls
In places we can’t reach
Then its home again
For a recharge and a sleep
Wakes in the morning
With that same loud beep

Little Buddy

Photos: Dwight L. Roth