Let the sun shine in

The denizens of the Calcium Nature Trail are awake and ready for the vernal equinox.
Happy Spring!

Just another manic Monday

Yearly visitors

The sky was full of these fine feathered friends.
Brought north a little early, perhaps because of that wicked southerly wind.

The blue morph was an added bonus.

Safe travels, dear friends!

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky

that we danced in fields of gold.

Perhaps one day I will tire of them

But today is not that day

I nearly didn't find what I was looking for

There is a large herd of deer who roam freely in my neck of the woods. They can usually be seen grazing in the fields at sunrise and sunset. I have been trying to capture that elusive, bucolic image of the graceful animals for a long, long time.

This evening, as I set out to prepare my beloved Wundermutt's dinner, the setting sun filled my kitchen with a beautiful warm glow. I quickly grabbed my camera and stepped outside to snap a picture or two:

It was only when I drew my focus out, that I spotted these beauties:

Maybe we need to stop looking for that perfect ~~ whatever ~~ and simply let it come to us.

A quiet winter morning

Living Colour

Autumn falls on us

The first frost glistened

On still green leaves this morning

Farewell, sweet summer

The waves were calling. I finally answered.

We had been away from the ocean for far too long. So, when the opportunity presented itself, we got in the car and we drove to Nova Scotia.





I wonder where the winds will blow us next.

The Thistle Stop Café

Every year, I do battle with the Bull thistles which invade my lawn and vegetable garden. I am firmly opposed to using any type of chemical warfare, so I engage in hand-to-hand combat with this handy tool from those clever Scandavians at Fiskars. I have pulled over a hundred thistle plants out of the wet spring ground in a single morning - a deeply satisfying activity, often accompanied by a most ungracious and unladylike whoop of victory. The newly displaced young thistles, tap roots and all, are unceremoniously dumped in the "back forty" - the unmowed sections of our property.

My skirmishes with the Bull thistle tend to result in mere pyrrhic victories. More thistles spring up in their place, while the displaced thisles take hold in the tall grasses. There is now a thistle of epic proportions - at least 2 metres high and 1.5 metres across - at the edge of the cut section of the grass. And what a magnificent thistle it is! Its prickly stems and roots give way to delicate purple flowers, rich in a nectar that the goldfinches, butterflies, and other pollinators absolutely love.

So, dear thistle, the symbol of my ancestors, I accept and embrace you in all of your prickly, tenacious glory. Just stay out of my garden, okay?

Tiger Swallowtail



Monarch


Bumblebee moth and Bumblebee


Bumblebees share a table

Fragile and strong

Evening visitor

What are you barking at, Lady Chocolate?

Oh! A visitor! I see!

Well, hello there, Bambi! Welcome! There's plenty of grass and dandelions for you, but please, please, don't eat the daisies!

Oh, you poor deer! The deer flies bother me, too.

Well, thanks for stopping by! Come back any time!

Gandalf was most definitely not impressed.

Born on the 4th of July

Today, we watched a Monach Butterfly emerge from its chrysalis.

Happy Independence Day.

As Canadian as possible under the circumstances, circa 2011

Canada Day did not find us revelling on Parliament Hill with the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. In quintessentially Canadian fashion, I was plying my nursing skills in an American hospital. And I did so in style.

Pattern: Spring Forward, Knitty Summer 2008
Yarn: Dyeversion Bamboo Sock yarn in Candy Apple Colourway.

Hand knit by yours truly.

I believe I won the Dominion Day Sartorial Throwdown. Take that, Kate!

After the storm

They're back!

The tree swallows manage to arrive at the bluebird nesting boxes before the bluebirds ever get a chance to establish a home Chez Miniature Rose. I love them all anyway!