Signs of spring arrived in the mail today...

Just 69 days left until Spring - let the garden planning games begin!

Colour of orange

Fields of pumpkins and maple trees have been reminding me lately of how much I like orange.

I think there's an orange kitchen wall brewing in my future soon.

And the thunderstorm finds the sun

Something so beautiful about a cottage sky
Sitting on the dock watching the clouds roll by

Summer slid into home after the rain

C + M + Z + pie, olives, oysters, hummus, grapes, cheese, chips & Wine = happiness on a perfect black river friday night

All is well in the summerland of the red canoe

Ode to the brown eyed dog

6am at the beach
my new favourite place to be

the woods smell better
the water is warmer
the days are longer

love the sound of zzz
snoring dog beside me

life is all round better
now that it's z and me

(and so i have become the women who writes about her dog...)

Life is what happens

I had a realization today while kissing a trout lily...
I mark the passing of the months of my life by the blooms of my flowers.

It's May today, orchids are blooming late this year, I wonder if they know?

I remember the first day of the last years when the trout lilies bloomed. First, this year, when they've shared a day with my orchid.

Life happens, the flowers bloom, the blackflies and birds return.
Riding to work today I spent the hour drinking in the river and chasing the morning bugs.

Spent Saturday giving a garden talk, meeting a new dog who might be mine and wondering how to avoid writing a book. And the flowers continue to bloom. While we're busy making other plans...

So begins March

and with it the frozen ocean begins it's retreat...

Went ice flow hopping after work and flowed right through many of them straight into the mud; not nearly as solid as they were last week. What remains of the snow in the fields is brown and in need of going one way or the other. Snowshoeing season has come to an end.

My winter tires are growing restless and my boots are ready to retire. Listened to the dripping of water falling asleep in the ice hotel last night. Awoke to find the rain and the windows melting themselves out.

Bulbs in south facing beds are poking their green heads up and the buds on the maple trees are readying themselves for another show. It has been a long and glorious winter and as the river flows towards home I am nearly ready for spring.