Happiness is celebrating Pride with the world. World Pride Toronto 2014 is over but we have wonderful memories of the week-long celebration, including our friends’ wedding, a stroll in the gay village, the colours and diversity of the people joining … Continue reading →
There is a whole world of living, thriving life that is so easily missed unless we pause and pay attention. These snow drops were peaking up among last Fall’s discarded and dying leaves. It was only when I got closer to take a photo that I noticed the bees on the petals of the tiny flower.
Did you know that our bee population is declining? According to an article in the Globe and Mail and information shared from the David Suzuki Foundation, almost one-third of the food we eat is pollinated exclusively by bees including apples, peaches, cucumbers and coffee. If the bee population continues to decline, this will have a significant impact on agriculture and ultimately, world food production. Scientists remain unclear as to the reason for the decline although there are some theories that pesticide use is a contributing factor.
Canadian Gardening described some strategies that scientist and environmentalists are adopting to address this issue including filling our gardens with pollinator friendly plants. Personally, I like the guerrilla gardening strategy that a friend recently shared with me – she and her partner plan to, under the cover of night, secretly scatter pollinator friendly wildflower seeds throughout the city. (You go girls!!!). So folks, save the bees, take up seeds and scatter.
My nephew bowed his head forward as he watched intently while my mother showed him how to sew a button on his shirt. Their hands young and old, gently touched as they worked together. It was a moment filled with beauty and hope and peace, when all the differences between these two generations were temporarily erased.
“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books” Walt Whitman When I was in Italy, I found myself often looking up, trying to catch glimpses of the interiors of the gorgeous old buildings, wondering about … Continue reading →
This year, I have chosen Boundlessas my word. This word holds a promise of infinite possibilities and limitless potential. It is the word that I want to serve as guide and inspiration for how I want to live, love and walk in this world this year and beyond.
It feels like a big word and it both thrills me and scares me with the possibilities. I am done with living my life within the boundaries and expectations that have been imposed on me and more importantly that I have imposed on myself. This year, I challenge myself to live life differently. Boundless.
What will you pick as your theme word for this year?
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Over the summer, we visited MOO’s cousins J & J for a family BBQ. J & J have a lovely ten-acre property in the Niagara Peninsula. Actually, we really went to see J’s new family members, Rusty and Scooter, two donkeys that J bought after they were retired from a local horse racer.
While we were visiting with the donkeys in the stable, J pointed out the bird’s nest in the rafter’s of the small stable, just above the window opening. I stood on a stool to see if I could catch a glimpse inside the nest. I couldn’t get high enough to make out what was inside but all of a sudden the tiniest head popped up, mouth open expecting its mama to come with food. There were three birds in the nest and each time I made a clucking sound, their little heads popped up expectantly, their beaks wide open.
It was an incredible sight and I couldn’t believe that I was able to witness such fragile life so closely.
I wanted to stay and watch these little babies but I kept expecting mama bird and papa bird to swoop in à la Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds and do a number on my head so I stepped off my stool and quietly left the stable to rejoin the cousins and Rusty and Scooter in the fields.
Anyone have any idea what kind of birds these are?
For more interpretations of this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge theme, Inside – visit WP Daily Post.
During a recent trip to Newfoundland, we visited Cape Spear – a hauntingly beautiful spot on the most easterly point of North America.
As I stood high up on the cliffs overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, I was in awe of the power and beauty. It was a cold summer afternoon, the sun hidden by large grey clouds. The brisk ocean breeze carried just a hint of wetness. And as I stood at the base of the lonely lighthouse, lulled by the rhythmic sound of the waves moving across the rocks and the seagulls in the distance calling out to each other, I experienced a sense of peace and stillness. It was only when I walked along the cliff edge footpaths, closer to the ocean and watched the thunderous waves crash against the rocks that I felt the power and danger of the sea. It was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
When we finally made our way back to the car, I saw the signs warning of the danger that I had felt standing near the raging sea.
So what happens when a major urban street is closed for road construction and repair? The neighbours come out to play! This past Sunday, our good friends R & K invited us to the Queen’s Banquet,a street picnic on Queen (a street typically occupied by cars careening down the hill). According to the architects in the crowd, this was a perfect example of tactical urbanism, (projects that aim to make a part of the city more enjoyable or more lively for the residents).
Thanks R & K and the Queen St. gang for a lovely evening.