Horse

I met this beautiful girl a few years ago when I was driving along one of the many winding coastal roadways on Prince Edward Island.  She was so calm and gentle, allowing me to get close enough to touch her face and mane.

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I was back on the Island not so long ago and wanted so desperately to see her again, but she was nowhere to be seen.  I’m the person who stops alongside fields and barns, taking countless photos of cows, horses and any other farm animal I can find – talking to them all the while.  I wish I could have seen this beauty again; she’ll always hold a special place in my mind’s eye and my heart.

Winter: harsh, but beautiful

Winter in central and northern Ontario is nothing short of amazing.  Yes, it’s often cold, the driving can often be tricky and, sometimes, downright hazardous, but there’s no disputing the beauty that befalls the subdued landscape when snow descends upon it from above.  As much as I miss those warm spring and early summer days, I do so love the crispness and quiet beauty of a cold winter’s day.

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There’s something quite humbling about a cold February day, with the sunshine tricking one into believing it’s warmer than it is while at the same time, casting gloriously bright sunlight across open spaces and upon snow-laden trees, lakes and roadways.

Spring brings flowers, summer the warmth, Fall, beautiful leaf colours, but winter, winter brings silence, a time of renewal, contemplation, and the promise of new life and growth in but a few short weeks.

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Definitive Signs of Spring 

Nature – life, finds a way.  How true a statement that is indeed.  Despite the snow surrounding the tender shoots, daffodils are triumphantly sprouting towards the glorious spring sunshine, unabated and unabashed.  Another month and they’ll be fading away, allowing the peonies to step into their deserved late spring spotlight. 


Late Winter Beauty – March’s ‘Lion’ brings sunny skies

If you live in Central Ontario, you know that winter doesn’t really end with the arrival of March.  I remember a May 2-4 weekend that was spent looking out the window at a wicked winter storm ravaging newly emerged leaf buds and shocked daffodils. I’ve learned long ago to enjoy what winter brings, good and otherwise, for as long as she decides to hang around.

I cherish living in a wooded, rural locale that affords me the enjoyment of all 4 seasons: I wouldn’t trade it for any other clime!