A lone seagull tried in vain to get in on the action with the harbour’s resident geese and ducks, but the poor fellow was left behind to wonder where all the fun went.
I can’t believe it’s July 31st, where did the time go?
The gardens have been doing well despite the intense heat and humidity over the last few weeks. It’s now time for the daisies, coneflowers and daylilies to take place as the stars of the garden.
Container plants are also doing well, but the heat has taken its toll on some of the more fragile plants – like gardenias and a heliotrope tree.
The cacti and succulents on the other hand have been practically jumping for joy, begging for more hot, sunny days.
Around the garden
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.
We’re now into the early days of summer and everywhere you look around the Parry Sound area, roadsides, ditches and meadows are filled with a beautiful collage of wildflowers. Pollinators are busy collecting nectar, songbirds are singing the joys of warm days and new life, and the living is indeed easy, and a feast for the eyes!
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.