“Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness….in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.” Anne Morrow Lindbergh It is a toss-up this year as to what has been more spectacular: the daffodils or forsythia. I was afraid that the forsythia would be damaged by the… Continue reading
“To anyone who has spent a winter in the north…the first hint of spring is a major event….to appreciate it, you must wait for it for a long time, hope and dream about it, and go through considerable enduring.” Sigurd Olson, The Singing Wilderness Just before what I hope was… Continue reading
The spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly! A little nearer every day. – Katherine Tynan Hinkson – Maybe a poem referring to spring is a bit optimistic considering that all outside is a blanket of ice and snow. A friend said to me recently that winter… Continue reading
The Ganaraska savannah is still dry when we headed toward mid-summer. A little bit of rain fell in late July but not enough to put an end to my constant watering. I have been filling and refilling large plastic olive barrels with water pumped from the creek to water the… Continue reading
Is that supposed to be some sort of artistic statement? What is that? This from my neighbour looking at a miscellany of terra cotta pots grouped in one of my flower beds. It actually was my vain attempt to save the last of my species tulips from the marauding chipmunks…. Continue reading
