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.
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?
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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.
A perfect spot for an escape. We were on a small boat lazily moving along the estuary outside of Tamarindo, Costa Rica, when I spotted this man sitting quietly among the mangroves. I was captivated and wonder about his story each time I look at this photo.
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The new spring growth of blue flowers contrasts with the old dried growth from last summer. Although the early spring flowers are blooming, Mother Nature is having a hard time letting go of winter temperatures here in Southern Ontario.
MOO called my attention to the pink glow of the fading day outside. As I stepped into the back yard and looked up into the sky, an incredibly beautiful rainbow greeted me. As I watched, the colours slowly faded into the soft rose and aquamarine sky and moments later the rainbow was gone. I walked away feeling as though I had just received a gift, a reminder of the beauty that surrounds me always if I just pause a moment to look around. It was a perfect reminder, on this Thanksgiving weekend of all the riches and joys I have in my life.
I seem to notice my surroundings differently when I look through the lens of a camera. Our hotel/condo in Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica was surrounded by lush gardens and vegetation. I walked by these gardens every day but only really noticed the texture and deep greens and yellows of the leaves when I took these photos. Often times, monkeys and lizards were hidden in the foliage.