I am a freelance writer, poet, artisan, avid book/product reviewer and award-winning cookbook author.
I recently published the second volume of my new vegetarian cookbook series:
-The Groovy Green Kitchen II: Simply, Super, Supper Soups
and my fun and inspirational book, all about aging well:
-Laughing AT the Grim Reaper! Gems of Wisdom for Aging Well
I am also the author of:
-The Groovy Green Kitchen: Weeknight Veggie Slow Cooker
-Third Chapter, Second Chance (a mid-life romance)
-Not Just for Vegetarians: Delicious Homestyle Cooking, the Meatless Way
and the poetry collections:
-Haiku Reflections:The Four Seasons (Volume i and II)
and
-My Poetic Path
All titles available at Amazon.com, .ca, UK....
When I'm not writing or creating new recipes, I love to knit and crochet; usually with some "help" from feline friend, yarn-loving Mr. Cheddar!
I hope you will visit and enjoy all of my blogs.Thanks for stopping by.
Wishing You a Happy Week and Namaste! :-)
oo dang…will have to work this in later this week….for me it was my grands basement…man it was sucha treasure trove…so much to excite the mind in going down there…those places do channel the sprits for sure…smiles.
Hi Brian, Sounds like you had a lot of fun down there. 😉 I hope you’ll share some of your memories with us over at Woven Dreams. And yes, the spirits do remain.
Hi Ruinwen, thanks dear friend. So glad you enjoyed this work.
Hi Vesper, I had quite a time finding a suitable attic photo, thought it would be easy. Loved this one from over at Flickr and I do think it goes well with my poem. thanks so much for your kind words and xoxoxo back to you. 🙂
Hi Keith, I’m so glad!
Hi Jen, I think attics like this are rather hard to find, unless you live in an area with older homes that haven’t had a lot of renos upstairs. Again, when I was looking for a photo I saw some AMAZING rendos for attics that were so beautiful. But I like the ‘before’ pic in this case, most of all. 😉
Lovely poem – it conveys so well the quiet of items stored away and forgotten, yet those items could probably tell such tales if only they could speak.
This is a beautiful poem, Geraldine to a wonderful prompt. Every word here is a visual image of all that we see in the ‘attic’. Your poems are beautiful. Love them all.
March 9, 2013 at 8:06 am
Geraldine, this was so lovely and made me nostalgic. Just beautiful! Oh…I like the attic prompt. I’ll have fun with that one 🙂
March 9, 2013 at 10:17 am
I love this Geraldine. We were on the same page but you said it so beautifully. Your attic sounds like my childhood one, and looks like it too. 🙂
March 9, 2013 at 3:36 pm
Wonderful poem and capture! 😀
March 9, 2013 at 7:01 pm
Magical poem. Attic is a great prompt. Gives you a feeling of nostalgia.
March 10, 2013 at 1:38 am
Oh I wish I had an attic where I could sit and dream and reminisce.
March 10, 2013 at 5:13 am
This will be my favourite forever, where’s your link and why oh why won’t it show my photo?
March 10, 2013 at 8:04 am
Hi Talon, I think you did have fun with this prompt, loved your interpretation! 🙂
Hi Teri, Great minds eh? I love attics and thought it would be an interesting choice for a prompt. So cool that you can share a sketch too!
Hi Jackie, Thanks so much.
Hi Joe, Ahhh…thanks a lot.
Hi Lorraine, I just tried my link and photo, worked fine. Maybe try again for the photo if you’d like, your link is working fine though. 🙂
Happy Sunday, G
March 10, 2013 at 8:44 am
oo dang…will have to work this in later this week….for me it was my grands basement…man it was sucha treasure trove…so much to excite the mind in going down there…those places do channel the sprits for sure…smiles.
March 11, 2013 at 4:01 am
What a beautiful and magical image of days gone past. You conjured up such lovely reminiscent moments and treasured memories in your poem. Hugs! 🙂
March 11, 2013 at 5:02 am
What a wonderful attic and what a lovely, magical poem! And the photo matches it perfectly! 🙂
Have a great week!
xoxoxo
March 11, 2013 at 7:43 am
This filled me with so much nostalgia…thank you 🙂
March 11, 2013 at 8:36 am
What a lovely attic…I’ve never actually see a house anywhere down here with a real attic…could you imagine the treasures.
Jen
March 11, 2013 at 8:44 am
Hi Brian, Sounds like you had a lot of fun down there. 😉 I hope you’ll share some of your memories with us over at Woven Dreams. And yes, the spirits do remain.
Hi Ruinwen, thanks dear friend. So glad you enjoyed this work.
Hi Vesper, I had quite a time finding a suitable attic photo, thought it would be easy. Loved this one from over at Flickr and I do think it goes well with my poem. thanks so much for your kind words and xoxoxo back to you. 🙂
Hi Keith, I’m so glad!
Hi Jen, I think attics like this are rather hard to find, unless you live in an area with older homes that haven’t had a lot of renos upstairs. Again, when I was looking for a photo I saw some AMAZING rendos for attics that were so beautiful. But I like the ‘before’ pic in this case, most of all. 😉
Happy week to you all, G
March 12, 2013 at 7:26 pm
Lovely poem – it conveys so well the quiet of items stored away and forgotten, yet those items could probably tell such tales if only they could speak.
March 13, 2013 at 8:40 am
This is a beautiful poem, Geraldine to a wonderful prompt. Every word here is a visual image of all that we see in the ‘attic’. Your poems are beautiful. Love them all.