I tawt I taw a squirrel mom….
There’s nothing I anticipate more each year then the start of peony season. If only the blooms lasted all summer, but alas, nature provides small miracles in increments, just enough to fill the soul, and nose, with pleasure and contentment.
It was a Grey and odouriferoys afternoon, Keito was exploring the pantry, beaking things and motioning to mom to ‘please cook this for us mom’. Finally, mom got some lentils and dried beans out, and prepared to soak them for a birdie – ready breakfast buffet tomorrow.
Love you mommy!
Okay mom, it’s the weekend, let’s fluff our feathers & have a party! Woot Woot for the weekend. Time to rock the Canadian Shield birdie style!
Looking at flowers convinces me that there is a hidden force all around, tempting us with the simple pleasures, reminding us to stop, smell, look and admire the wonder
Drove through the northern tip / Channel of Manitoulin Island yesterday and despite the grey skies, there’s no denying the stunning, rugged beauty of this jewel of Georgian Bay. Hope to get up there again and take more photos.
Garden Magic across-the-board.
I love this time of year in the garden, so much promise and dreaming. It’s coming together, slowly. This is my oasis away from the world. Not a botanical garden, but my garden does reflect what I like and who I am.