I’ve often wondered if water has memory. Does water flowing downstream via waterfalls, rapids and streams remember from where it came? When freshwater meets saltwater, do both waterbodies acknowledge the other as foreign? There’s something mesmerizing and awe inspiring about water that goes far beyond its life-giving properties. Water calms, beckons, intimidates, thrills and overwhelms.
I’ve lived on the water’s edge in Central Ontario for more than 45 years and to this day I am filled with wonderment and joy each morning as I look out upon the lake. The lake is always beautiful, always calling me to come sit on the dock, walk on the shore and look at the waves or the mirrored images shining brightly on a still morning.
I feel equally small standing at the ocean’s edge as at the lake’s shore. There’s no doubt that home is where the heart is and for me, home and water take up equal space in my heart. The lake will be here long after I’m gone from its shore, I can only hope that it will remember me.
Mother nature sure knows how to usher in a new year with flare! Over the last two days, many of us in central Ontario – in the District of Parry Sound, have been treated to a glorious new year’s with frosted snow covered trees, roads and lakes. Everything sparkles!
The leaves are gradually changing colour, lighting up the early Autumn landscape with splashes and swaths of glorious orange, gold, yellow, red, burgundy, crimson, brown and maroon splendour. In a week or so, the forests, roadsides and countryside will be at their peak, on fire with intense colour. Mother Nature’s fashion show: my favourite time of year is here again. I am grateful for the opportunity to enjoy another Autumn in central Ontario.
Around every corner is yet another inspirational scene.
Yellow daisy-like flowers spring up every Fall along this section of our backroad. I couldn’t resist taking a video of them as they were gently swaying in the early afternoon autumn breeze.
They are bewitching in the sunlight, so bright and cheery. Maybe the flowers are nature’s way of reminding those who pass by to slow down and enjoy them for a moment for winter is on it’s way soon.
Marshland, grasses and ground cover is equally stunning this time of year.
Soon winter will be here and the landscape will be blanketed in snow. But, I’ll be content to revive these memories of this Fall’s colour show.
Such reflection will see me through the cold winter, through the new, bright greens of spring and, God willing, eventually to the enjoyment of the splendour of another Autumn.
While other plants have wilted or retreated from this summer’s excessive heat, my cacti and succulents enjoying their seasonal residence on the front deck have relished the long, hot spotlight. Many of the cacti especially have been so happy they’ve rebloomed twice, a rarity for some species.
This is my favourite time of the summer, that time when the cattails (bulrush) rise above their fellow marshland floral companions to proudly display their tubular, brown flower tops for passersby admirers to enjoy. I often stop, mesmerized by their to and fro swaying in the warm breeze.
I haven’t seen many butterflies thus far this year, so a few days ago I was excited to be treated to a wonderful scene on my garden coneflower. This beauty alighted and fed for a long time, but she wasn’t alone as another little flying beauty was also admiring the echinacea.
The monarch and the bee had a bit of an aerial scuffle, but soon the bee moved onto some other tasty wildflowers and the butterfly was left to alight and feed for an extended period of time.
Photo Credit: Linda Sullivan
Photo Credit: Linda Sullivan
If you stop, look and feel nature for even just a short amount of time, you’ll experience a little, glorious heavenly shudder in your very soul.