Sunday, May 30, 2021

Rain is grace...



Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.  John Updike




During the winter months, I sometimes "dream" of rain - falling on the boreal forest around my lake cabin and on city streets where I live. 

In my daydreams, it is usually spring at the lake. I see the first rain drops falling one by one, pockmarking the water until they are joined my millions of other - or I dream about those rare times, when I've watched a long sheet of rain come in from the far bay - a vast sweep of curtain - its huge determined cloud sliding it toward me. I remember the number of times I stood on our old dock, watching and waiting. When I see the wall of rain startle the water near my island into a wild dance I hold my breath. I know I'm about to get good and wet! Here are some paintings that I found which echo my thoughts.






Rain, Gustav Caillebotte





Seascape Study with Rain CloudJohn Constable   


As one song puts it, "I love a rainy day" Right now, on June 7, 2015 - the tree branches are bowed from a heavy downpour and cars are swishing past my house. If I went out my front door right now and took a short walk, I would see the elms along our city boulevard dripping with rain and smell the distant scent of white lilacs, car exhaust, mowed lawns and I could peer into the many puddles on the road reflecting the images that surround them. 



Puddle, 1952 Esher




Perfect Puddle, David Hockney, IPad Art



But if I walk out my back door into the garden there will be the smell of my small purple lilac hedge, a few open roses and the welcoming earthy spiced smells of my herbs, as the maple tree behind the fence rolls its last few drops of water onto my fat peony buds. 



Terrace in the Rain in Marquayrol,  Henri Martin


In the Rain, Franz Marc


The Window in the Garden, Henri Martin 




I will be at my lake cabin soon, and I will have my cameras ready for my walks. After a rain, I know the paths behind our cabin well, and I will discover mushrooms of every kind that have popped up overnight; bright yellow witch's butter oozing out of rotting logs, orange jelly poking out of old woodpecker holes, aromatic milky mushrooms in the deep mosses, white puff balls with tender spiked heads, red, white, gray and orange mushrooms - some flat topped, some curved, some bobbled and spotted  - all sleek with rain.




Mist  in the Forest, Nicholas Roerich



The rocks I climb across will have deep cushions of sphagnum moss after a rainfall, some so green they look almost neon in the shade. I have to walk carefully as those rocks will be slippery with wet soil hidden under the moss, while the earth on the paths I descend into will be dark and rich with odors, There I will find my mushrooms.





"The sudden appearance of mushrooms after a summer rain is one of the more impressive spectacles of the plant world." John Tyler Bonner


Photo, © Margaret Buffie


Photo, © Margaret Buffie





The rain begins with a single drop. Manal al-Sharif

First Drops of Rain By the Marsh © Photo Margaret Buffie



Rain Landscape, Max Gubler




Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Blue Rain Photo ©  Margaret Buffie




Paris Street Rainy Day, Gustave Caillebotte




Spring Rain  Erte



At night I dream that you and I are two plants 
that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.  Pablo Neruda

I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, 
of rain and wind, of the galaxies. Eden Ahbez

Rain Shower  Eyvind Earle




The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning
or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.
Helen Garner

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.  Vladimir Nabokov

Downpour Nicholas Roerich



Rain, Erte



Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept 
and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.
Arna Bontemps

I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain; What a 
wonderful feeling, I'm happy again.
Arthur Freed



The Dance of the Rain, David Alfaro Siqueiros






One must know the so-called 'lesson of a downpour.' A man, caught in a sudden rain en route, dashes along the road not to get wet or drenched. Once one takes it for granted that in rain he naturally gets wet, he can be in a tranquil frame of mind even when soaked to the skin. This lesson applies to everything. Yamamoto Tsunetomo



Rainstorm on Ohashi Bridge, Ando Hiroshige




Rain,  Dmitry Kustanovich 



Listen to the falling rain,
Listen to it fall,
And with every drop of rain,
I can hear you call,
Call my name right out loud,
I can here above the clouds
And I'm here among the puddles,
You and I together huddle.
Listen to the falling rain
Jose Feliciano

Rain, Marc Chagall



Lovers Seated at the Foot of A willow Tree, 
Camille Pissaro




.... my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
Pablo Neruda


Thunderhead, Tom Thomson



Rainy Landscape II  Nikos Hadjikyriakos-Ghikas




There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
Don DeLillo


Rain in Belle-Ile - Claude Monet, 1886



Ray Embankment in Basel in the rain Alexandre Benois 


After the Rain


This morning's scene is good and fine, 
Long rain has not harmed the land.
Du Fu



Fog and Storm and Rain, Eyvind Earle



After a Rain,  Arkhip Kuindzhi



Rain Mist and SunA. J. Casson



Clearing after the Rain JEH MacDonald 



When you are so full of sorrow,
that you can't walk, can't cry anymore, 
think about the green foliage that sparkles
after the rain. 
Omar Khayyam



Pond at Milton on the Hudson, George Innes












Wednesday, March 10, 2021

WINTER SHADOWS




Shortlisted: The Canadian Library Association's Book of the Year for Young People, 2011 (WINTER SHADOWS) 

WINNER: The Silver Nautilus Award for 2011,Teen Category:  From their site: "We look for distinguished literary and heartfelt contributions to spiritual growth, conscious living, high-level wellness, green values, responsible leadership and positive social change as well as to the worlds of art, creativity and inspirational reading for adults, children, teens and young adults."
Winners' books were featured at Book Expo America in 2011. (WINTER SHADOWS)

Nominated: The 2013 Young Reader's Choice Award
sponsored by the Pacific Northwest Library Associaiton, made up of libraries from Alberta, British Columbia, Idaho, Montana and Washington.

Shortlisted: McNally Robinson Book for Young People Award - Older Category 2011 (WINTER SHADOWS)









The story takes place in the heavy snows of Manitoba along the deep river banks of the Red River.

When Cass finds the star brooch once belonging to Beatrice Alexander, visions lead her to Beatrice's diary. Do the girls really communicate across time, or is it all in their imaginations?

Besides developing the stories and connections between Beatrice and Cass, I also had the pleasure of researching and looking at the food and entertainments that might have occurred at this festive holiday time. 

lot of people don't realize until they've read Winter Shadows that the entire story is spun around a Victorian Christmas in an early settlement along the Red River; as well as a modern Christmas story in the same stone house along that river.

I used this holiday because it is often used in stories to bring families together in celebration and harmony. But when those families are in fact, very dysfunctional, it can cause all kinds of new stresses - some that break spirits and others that offer new strengths.

In the 1850's along the Red River, in the small settlement of St. Cuthbert's where Beatrice Alexander lives, Christmas is one of the few festive holidays that breaks the cold monotony of a long winter. It is a time that Beatrice usually loves; but because she is now living with a very  nasty stepmother who seems to be influencing Beatrice's kindly Métis father, Christmas looks very bleak indeed. Only her old Cree grandmother has been "put away from sight" in one of the bedrooms in the house, offers her solace and demands that she remain proud of her heritage. 

The Christmas of 1856 becomes a catalyst for even more tension between Beatrice and her stepmother Ivy. And when Ivy's son, Duncan Kilgour, arrives on the scene, even more tension develops - of a different kind. 

In the modern world, in the very same stone house that Beatrice lived in all those years ago, Cass is also living with a difficult stepmother, Jean, and her annoying daughter Daisy, as well as Cass's dad -  who wants this to be the start of a new and happy life for all of them together.Cass's mother died two years before, and Cass resents her stepmother Jean taking over her mother's place. This is not a happy family looking forward to Christmas.

My research for the settings for Winter Shadows took me to rural Manitoba St. Andrew's, a parish on the Red River in Manitoba, which still has some of the old stone houses from around 1850.

The exterior of my house in the novel, Old Maples, is fashioned after that of Captain Kennedy's house along the Red River (now  a tea house and museum) and some of the interior comes from a typical small whitewashed Red River squared-logged house; the sort where the farmers and former servants of the Hudson's Bay Company lived; and also the Governor's House at Lower Fort Garry, a few miles away - as Beatrice's father had once been a man of rank in the Hudson's Bay Company.


 Photo by Margaret Buffie
     Governor's Kitchen - Lower Fort Garry


Above is hearth in the Governor's house at the fur trading post which gave me an idea of what the old hearth could look like in Old Maples - which Cass (in modern times) sees for the first time when the workmen renovating the old house tear off the wall that is hiding it. She finds an important link to the past inside the sooty hearth wall. There are a lot of hidden things in that old house! Even a ghost...


    Photo by Margaret Buffie
Governor's Kitchen - Lower Fort Garry

This is the old kitchen at the fort, below, c 1850. Although it's not exactly the same as my other main character Beatrice's kitchen in 1856, it's pretty close. Her home kitchen at Old Maples is a bit larger, as it would be the centre of family life unlike the Governor's house. You can see the smoke hanging in the air. In Beatrice's kitchen there is also a large wooden table to work and to eat at and six wooden chairs - and her step-mother Ivy's locked store cupboard! A similar table is seen below.


 Photo by Margaret Buffie


Cass and Beatrice share the same house over 150 years apart. Both are unhappy young women, each facing a tough new stepmother as well as other big changes in their lives. They often look out the windows of the old house to the river and trees beyond. Are they really seeing each other through time?







 Photo by Margaret Buffie






 Photo by Margaret Buffie





 Photo by Margaret Buffie

I'm not sure what this little sleigh, above is, except probably a "play" sleigh for a child or a form of highchair. But it has a very Christmas-y look to it!






Captain Kennedy's House was the house I used 
for Beatrice's home, but much altered of course!


                                                
                                        
                                   Photos by Margaret Buffie   
                                     Captain Kennedy's Desk
                 




                 A Red River farm house - similar to the 
                one Duncan Kilgour lives in.
           Photo by Margaret Buffie



EXCERPTS FROM SOME  MEDIA REVIEWS: to give you more idea of the story through reviewers eyes!



CANADIAN LITERATURE: A Quarterly of Criticism and Review: June 2011
The female protagonists ....at the brink of independent adulthood ... are aware that they have to think seriously about the consequences of their decisions. ... Beatrice, and Cassandra have extra challenges because of their dysfunctional families, and they feel isolated from their contemporaries who appear to come from more stable and conventional ones. Their fathers’ inability to emotionally support or protect them is the catalyst towards change in their lives.

Margaret Buffie’s Winter Shadows tells the intertwined stories of two Manitoba girls who are separated by time but united by parallel situations. Their timelines intersect at similar moments in their lives when they are trying to adjust to reconfigurations of their families, brought about by the remarriage of their fathers. The strained relationships with their stepmothers and stepsiblings form the bulk of the crises in the novels, and at moments of particular emotional distress, the girls have visions of each other that give them strength and encouragement; the past and future influence each other for the better. The modern Cassandra is worried she is losing her mind and seeing ghosts, but Beatrice, who lives in the nineteenth century (and is later revealed as Cassandra’s ancestor), is closer to her First Nations roots and more open-minded about visions. Although the wicked stepmother paradigm seems to be followed initially, the novels move towards better comprehension of the stepmothers’ characters, not surprisingly misinterpreted by the teenagers at the beginning. The novel’s hopeful ending comes from more effective communication and greater understanding of others’ positions, an understanding that leaves the protagonists with an improved, if not an ideal relationship with the stepfamily....Cassandra and Beatrice are sympathetic protagonists whose stories of eventual personal empowerment are thought-provoking. The well-told narrative and the argument that critical thinking leads to compassion and just action towards others make ... attractive choice for young adults.

American Library Assoc's BOOKLIST: January 2011
Hatred for their wicked stepmothers bonds two girls living in a stone house in Manitoba, Canada, more than 150 years apart. Grieving for her dead mother, high-school senior Cass is furious that she has to share a room with the daughter of her dad’s new, harsh-tempered wife. Then she finds the 1836 diary of Beatrice, who is part Cree and faces vicious racism as a “half-breed” in her mostly white community. In her journal entries, Beatrice weighs her feelings toward the town minister, who she thinks about marrying, and the free-thinking Duncan, who may just be a troublemaker. As Cass bonds with her classmate Martin, she begins to see Beatrice in her dreams and even writes advice to Beatrice in her diary. The alternating narratives are gripping, and the characters are drawn with rich complexity; even the stepmothers are finally humanized. Readers will be pulled in by the searing history of bigotry as well as the universals of family conflict, love, and friendship. Grades 7-10. --Hazel Rochman
QUILL AND QUIRE, DECEMBER 2010:
Vicky Metcalf Award-Winner Margaret
Buffie returns with a breathtaking novel
 that is part realism, part time-travel fantasy,
and part coming of age tale. Winter
Shadows focuses on two young women who
live in the same Manitoba home a century and a half apart.....
This communication across time obviously
draws on the conventions of fantasy, but these elements
arenever forced or implausible, and there is plenty of
suspense and energy to sustain the two alternating narratives."
CANADIAN MATERIALS, OCTOBER 2010:
The past setting of this novel is simply stunning. Buffie immerses the reader in the cold, the food (and the effort it took to find and prepare it), the influence of the church, and above all, the intermingling of the Scottish and native and English cultures in the settlement near Selkirk, MB. She is clearly sympathetic to the native/Metis wisdom and connection with the land, using many Cree words (that are both easily understood in context and explained in a glossary).....Buffie is a master of the ghost story, carefully allowing Cass and Beatrice to drift in and out of each other's lives in convincing fashion. The convention of the diary allows Cass to connect the dots and learn more about her ancestors. The dialogue both in past and present is authentic, revealing character and moving the action along.
DR. ANDREA DEAKIN
Okanagan College Library NOVEMBER 2010
:

....The 1856 setting is particularly effective and engaging. You feel the cold, you watch the preparation of a feast, you learn about the society and its expectations, and you become engaged in the lively character of Duncan Kilgour and his odd courting. The culture, the time, the expectations of that time, is all brought vividly alive.
Beatrice and Cass interact, sense each other, and affect each other in a thoroughly convincing way in this engaging novel."
KIRKUS: 
Buffie’s characters and the conflicts they face are deeply engaging...Of special interest is the rare portrait of a multiracial community when informal marriages among British and First Nations people were common.

Other excerpts by online reviewers: "It's been a few years since I read a Margaret Buffie novel and the wait was so worth it! I have always admired her writing. She makes a ghost story believable and engaging. In her new book, she introduces her readers to Cass and Beatrice, ancestors born one hundred and fifty years apart, but with a strong connection.....There is so much here to attract readers. It is historical and informative about Manitoba's past. It deals with the issues that blended families face, in the past and in the present. It helps us understand the need for communication during difficult times, and it offers up characters who will live long in our memories. What more can we ask?" 
Sal’sfictionaddiction.com

"It was an enjoyable read, well written with wonderful characters, a great setting, and an interesting plot to which many can relate. It was a little like a contemporary Cinderella meets Jane Eyre, with a pinch of Mr. Darcy." Mimosa Effect. 

"I found the story line intriguing. It's like two different novels are being merged into one using the diary as a vehicle. There's a special ending to both stories and I won't give away what happens. Get yourself a copy and read this charming tale of two young women coming of age. You won't be disappointed." bkfaerie blog

"I adored WINTER SHADOWS. As I read it, it completely consumed me. ...this is a beautifully crafted book, and I thoroughly enjoyed every page. 5 stars"bookreporter.com


( I found this lovely little Victorian Christmas card to "Beatrice sends best wishes for a Merry Christmas" and felt it had to be from her!)





Winter Shadows is available in hardcover and paperback in most local bookstores (like McNally Robinson's here in Winnipeg) - and through online bookstores such as Chapters, Barnes and Noble, Amazon and more. It is also available as an eBook on most online bookstores in their eBook sections.. 



New Review:

https://historicalnovelsociety.org/reviews/winter-shadows/
FROM THE HISTORICAL NOVEL SOCIETY

Winter Shadows

Cass's father’s new wife is distant, comes with a bratty new stepsister in tow, and spouts clichés with every breath. Meanwhile, in 1856, the same stone house is home to Beatrice, just returned from teaching in Upper Canada to another beloved father, and another stepmother who neglects Beatrice and her Cree grandmother. Expected to marry, Beatrice soon faces a choice between two very different men.
Connected by Beatrice’s diary, the two young women become ghosts to one another. Cass wonders if her “shadows” are signs of clinical depression and insanity, while Beatrice, raised in the Metis culture with a strong belief in the powers of dreaming, accepts Cass as a spirit girl. Over the coming Christmastime, the worlds converge in decision and ultimate harmony.
Lyrically told, with compelling characters, Winter Shadows illuminates the stigma of mixed ancestry in 1856, as well as the stigma of depression today. Great storytelling.



Friday, February 28, 2020

When a painting stays in your mind forever,
it burrows deep and  fuels your own creativity 
every single day. MBuffie


Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, Casper David Freidrich, 1818

Sunday, December 15, 2019

From my home to your home - have a merry little Christmas!



Photo of my kitchen Christmas decorations. Copyright Margaret Buffie


Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on, your troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, your troubles will be miles away

Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
will be near to us, once more.

Through the years, we all will be together
If the fates allow....
Hang a shiny star upon the highest bow
And have yourself a Merry Little Christmas now.....

 Song by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blaine







                                                  

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Flying North.....


Soon heading northeast along the highway, under the last few straggling lines of Canada Geese above.

A summer ahead - one hopes of cool evenings, warm days, and for me,  hours and hours of my own solitary canoeing, hiking, and revisiting the hidden places so  I can meet again again the great gray heron, painted turtles, the families of beavers who allow me access to their lives for a few minutes on rare evenings and the families of busy baby mergansers and mallards following their watchful mamas all lined up in a swaying row. 

One more summer to search out unknown mushrooms, new wild flowers, and to walk the trails in the boreal forest we've made over the years - and off the trails as well, always exploring. Looking down, with pleasure and a little fear at the discovery of bear tracks or wolf tracks on  the damn marsh trails along with the safe and smaller comma shaped hoof marks of deers. 

A whole summer ahead; of time with my little family in our own cottage. Making more memories. Talking, laughing, reading, painting, creating, and bobbing around on floaties .... and sometimes even sharing  a wiener roast in the dying light of day when the larger family is there. 

I am so fortunate to have this place. It keeps me grounded. It heals me. No television, no computer access and no radio. Only a phone. We're off!

Have a super summer everyone!