the standards 

the first 'b' is still used in everyday life.
the second 'b' when it comes to scanning (or faxing if these machines are still around).
the 'g' is what i brought to high school and i felt like such a rebel.
the 'r' now makes perfect sense as it was strictly used to mark an A+ or on the other end of the spectrum a circled F.
so, what do i use now, pinks and turquoises .... take that 'standards'!

blue ~~ black ~~ green ~~ or red (pink and turquoise)

it's one thing to catch sight of a faerie while she's playing with the bumblebees and hummingbirds but to see a faerie while dipping her toes in the garden's birdbath is certainly a moment to treasure.

this little one Faerie is Sharin who joined the nursery in 2014.

​the poem ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything in-between

the book ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything in-between

the dictionary ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything in-between

the *Siri ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything in-between

now tell me, is there a better way to learn then through a fairytale?
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it's like having your own library, a library lined with shelves upon shelves filled with your memories.

it's like having your own poem, poems that when glued together become a treasury of sort, a treasury filled with your hopes.

it's like having pretty lined paper that can only be found in the diary hidden under your pillow, a diary filled with your dreams.

the library. the poem. the diary. the memories. the hopes. the dreams.

it is here, here where you keep your magic. 

the belief of the unknown can be found within the flicker of eyelashes as they see the beauty of the dream. a dream where one begins to question the artistry of the imaginable.

searching for the mystery of colours that makes up a rainbows arc, the Aurora Borealis and the Aurora Australis' as they dance across the sky or even with the wings of a dragonfly. a dragonfly found within the treasures of a mountains waterfall as it splashes down into an iridescent pool or within the treasures of a tumbling of water as it the ripples with the glimmer of gold.
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the definition of monotonous is dull, tedious and repetitious; lacking in variety and interest (thank you *Google).

this definition can be applied to when it takes 3 hours to drive from one community to the next just for a dentist appointment. it can also be used when there is no access to wifi which makes this trip feel like a lifetime of hell instead.  

without the sounds emanating from an *iPod or from the cartoons playing on the headrests' tv this quietness must sound like a screaming deafness void of everything. 

what was life like before the noise that bombards us 24/7, or before technology brought us the *cloud, or before the mute button was replaced with a one that plays a continuous loop of sounds.

what happened to listening to your own humming while you finished knitting those last few stitches on a pink baby bonnet or what about reading a chapter or two from the book that was collecting dust on the nightstand?

why is it that one must make a conscious effort to hear silence instead of noise while getting from here to there. 
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*https://www.google.ca/?client=safari#q=monotonous&gfe_rd=cr
*http://www.apple.com/ca/ipod/
*http://www.apple.com/ca/icloud/

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​staying awake is a natural thing that we all have to deal with but how about when you need to not be yawning? 
here are a few iron clad methods to help you with the long and tedious drive to the nursery.

~~~ try to stay focused on the surroundings out the window by counting trees, birds and perhaps the telephone poles as they flash by. 
~~~ the blast of cold from the air conditioner while on high or better yet rolling down the wind and sticking your head out with the hopes of not swallowing a bug. 
~~~ do yoga arm stretches that won't knock-out the passenger or break the rearview mirror off. 
~~~ count the burnt-out headlights as you pass an on-coming vehicle or for a bonus point count them as they approach in your rearview mirror. 
~~~ whistle in tune with the snoring coming from the seat beside you. 
~~~ listen to a book-on-tape where ***Chewbacca actually talks. 
~~~ sing out loud to songs from 1980's. 

and my all time favourite --- the tipping of your hat, curtseying, kneeling, and well even just the act of nodding your head as you acknowledging each tree that is leading over as if wanting to jump over to the other side of the road as everyone needs to have an adventure, even trees. 
 
on a side note though --- have you found that the time TO get where you are going can almost be unbearable and yet the drive BACK seems to be half the distances. even though the illusion of time taking longer or slower, i'm still happy that you came to visit. 

​each one of us hears things differently, or comprehends information or even stores memories or how about when it comes to repeating a message? after playing a game in school this activity demonstrates the process of how a short sentence when whispered throughout a classroom barely resembles that same sentence after it has done its rounds. the more embarrassing part of the exercise is when your version of the story is read out-loud and your cheeks turn crimson red.  and this is how a rumour starts!
 
but even when your rendition of the sentence ends up as part of the rumour, are activities as the such not the building blocks for storytelling? the starting point that helped you developed a style, no more of a flair for writing whether it be for a sentence or perhaps a novel. 
 
and just think that all of this began with the rumour of do you remember when? 

bandaids and ice cubes are running out of supply
(should have known that when playing with the neighbourhood stingers that pricklilies are bound to find little faerie bums)

the prettiest ribbons are still being found in the weirdest of places but not necessarily in braided faerie hair but instead they seem to be twisted and intertwined around thorn bushes
(do you know how hard it is to untie a ribbon from a rose bush?
i have heard that more bandaids just might be in order)

singing, yes, singing, yes indeed singing...enough said about that
(hmmmmmm yes, enough said about that)

i'm figuring that the frolicking and chatting away while playing in the mud needs to quiet down a bit as it just might help the faeries and their friends to stay focused and this just might help their
silly pom poms attached to their acorn hats from falling off
(this activity needs to be addressed to includewater bottles, snacks
and plump cushions to relax on along the way)

and lastly, but not forgotten, what exactly was happening
with those socks and shoes?
(that's all i need to know, how can socks be taken off all the
while their shoes are still on?)

everyone is dancing away to the music
(many a few have had to sit down from being too dizzy)​

chasing bumblebees and butterflies
(please not that the butterflies don't sting as much when to you get so close)​

yellow coloured face painting
(dandelions are the terribliest powder to wipe off)​

pretty ribbons twisted around the silliest of things
(except the long curly hair that it was supposed to be twirled around)​

socks strewn all about
(strange as it be but somehow they managed to still keep their shoes on)​

garden chases where the snails are neck to neck
(or should that have been shell to shell)
(i sure am glad that it wasn't raining or else could you imagine
what wet soggy mud would be to crawl through)​

it seems that singing off key is the best way to sing
(not too sure if that would be nice to the ears though as it
certainly isn't to mine)

i'm sure that these are just a few of the happenings that i could
spot just by peeking around a daisy
​(before being spotted)
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i'm not to sure about you...but knowing and not knowing what is going on certainly leaves ones imagination to run wild

the other day while out for a walk on a cold and crisp afternoon we were hoping that we might spot a faerie or two but instead to our surprise we came across a tree trunk that must have housed some pretty tasty bugs.

with having three resident woodpeckers in the neighbourhood and after comparing their beads to the size of the hole it was quite easy to figure out that a Pileated woodpecker had come to visit us.

after coming home to a cup of steaming hot cocoa we decided that even though there ether was not hide nor hair of a faerie to be found, we did have a great afternoon of excising and birdwatching.

please note:
woodpecker photos courtesy of Cornell Lab of Ornithology - All About Birds website.