I cannot resist an invitation that promises I can learn about foodstuffs like wild leek, trout lily, spring beauty, cattail, wild parsnip, dandelion, and burdock - AND offers me a sample of dandelion jam on parsnip bread.
Another of my little cameras appears to have bitten the dust. Or more likely the sand. I don’t think it’s good for cameras to take them down to the beach to take pictures of the Bay whipped into whitecaps, or the tiny flowers growing in the shelter of the bluff. It’s good for me, though, […]
I tell you, no one has more fun getting out and about than Babs Young. She writes: These six little guys and gals live in an undisclosed location not too far from me. To protect their privacy the exact location will remain a secret.
So off we went on our late afternoon walk. I wanted to see if the trilliums had opened, and I wanted to take some pictures with the little old blind camera. In spite of its useless display, I am fond of that camera. There is something freeing about using the viewfinder to frame the shot and hoping for the best.
It has been an April sort of day, with thick clouds spitting rain on the spring flowers and on Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and me. We made one circuit of Eden Shores and came to a decision. It would be prudent to move away from the trees that creaked and twisted in the wind. We […]
Across the road there is a jumbled pile of branches from what was, if memory serves, a very tall shrub before the big blizzard. The branches have silvery catkins on them that resemble pussy willows but grow in dense clusters.
April 26, 2012
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