My garden wouldn’t be complete without an assortment of flowers popping out of an array of planters scattered about.
I am blessed and thankful to be surrounded by nature every day. My drive to and from town includes a long stretch along one country road. The turtle pond – long called this because of the abundance of turtles one can see sunning themselves on warm spring, summer and early Fall days, is also home to a myriad of other wildlife including beaver, frogs, otters, mink, ducks, the occasional goose and great blue heron, insects, and on rare occasions, deer.
To some it’s just a pond, but to me, it’s an amazing oasis to be admired and appreciated every day.
For as long as I can remember, lilacs have occupied a special place in my memories and appreciation of spring.
Growing up in the big city, I remember a bank of lilacs that bordered our backyard. There was a treasured swing set that was positioned parallel to the lilacs and to this very day, if I close my eyes, I can still feel myself swinging while smelling that intoxicating fragrance wafting through the warm spring breeze.
I have long since left childhood behind, but some memories, like those lilacs, remain imbedded in my mind as if I were once again swinging to and fro on that swing.
Lilacs are my spring flowering shrub, the one plant that I long to see, long to smell, and the one plant I couldn’t bear not seeing this time of year.
So in honour of this passion, I drove around Parry Sound last weekend, photographing some of the stands of lilacs that pepper the town.
I wish lilacs would bloom all season.
Despite today’s unexpectedly lengthy and accumulating snowfall, spring is showing definitive signs of arrival. Creeks are once again trickling and last year’s cattails look happy, basking in the sun’s early spring warmth.