Daisies and Zucchini

It's one thing to pull a weed; it's another thing entirely to pull a daisy - so I didn't

The Changing Face of Mother Nature - Down at the Bog

Winter fun on the frozen bog

  Spring has sprung...the snow has melted...and the weather's warm

Dog days of summer - lush and full of colour

Arctic Chimo

Years ago, we planted this late summer flower called Arctic Chimo. I loved it the second I saw it, not so much for its look as for its name. Chimo. Our first dog was Chimo. Oh, she was a good dog. A red-headed golden retriever who snuck under fences to play in the park, who stole cabbage rolls off the counter at family get-togethers, who gorged herself on Aunt Marian's wedding chocolate and threw up all over her rug, and who gave us ten tiny puppies that turn fourteen this year. I love this flower. It always reminds me of her.

A Welcome Weed

Have you ever been weeding your garden, come across a weed you don't recognize and leave it, just to see what it ends up becoming? I did that this year with a few weeds and ended up with Hollyhocks! I don't remember ever planting them, but, then again, I don't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday either. So, they're a mystery. A tall and welcome mystery.

Maybe it was the wee trolls

from under the bridge who planted them?

My Favourite Things

Ah, daisies. They're my absolute favourite flower and they grow in wild abundance around here. And there's nothing like a lovingly picked bouquet hand delivered by my boys.

Looking at this picture reminded me of a song I heard a lot as a kid. I think it was sung by Max Bygraves. Brother Enos and I weren't big fans...you could say we hated those albums. But Mum was British and a big fan. Looking back, I guess it's kind of catchy...

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet upon the seat,
Of a bicycle built for two.

I have no plans to quit my day job.