Nice to see

Friday I caught the female Hairy Woodpecker feeding her young on at my feeder. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=34&v=sLN7en6pBcE

Thinking that the time is fast approaching to get out with my camera again! Over to you. 

Maggie

They grow wild

They wear their seeds "on their sleeves". They are first fruit to ripen in the spring and the only fruit with its seeds on the outside. There is a museum in Belgium just for them. In Bavaria some people still tie baskets of wild ones on the horns of their cattle as an offering to elves.
STRAWBERRIES are celebrated in the Township of Rideau Lakes where the Horticultural Society had its first Annual Strawberry Social (June 20th 2015) feted by Judi Longstreet on Harp and John Atkinson on flute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wA4vxzb8HwA&feature=em-upload_owner topped off with tours of the exquisite gardens conceived of and created by Lorna Hutton, Janet Heaslip, Larry Fry and Diane Haskins.

Cool in the shade of a magnificent maple at Lorna and Denis Huttons

Gorgeous Peonies at Janet Heaslips home

Flowing water creates a wonderful atmosphere no matter where it splashes

Stately Delphiniums

Friends and neighbours

Larry Fry, a young 89 year old creates beautiful gardens framed by rural vistas

Larry Fry's home

Hedge row

Newest Garden created this year by Larry

Friends

The magic of playhouses never dies in Diane Haskins garden

Goatsbeard is gorgeous at Diane and Keith’s home

They too have a lovely shade garden

I just love Iris. Especially white ones

Where would we be without our neighbours

Sometimes you Just Get that Shot

A short two weeks ago, or so, Alanagh, Molly, and I drove to Thunder Bay with a dear friend.  This morning I was reviewing my one thousand plus photos, thinking, although some what over whelmed by the sheer volume of them, that I would send some along to you in my blog. 

It was a magical time for me, going to, and staying in, Thunder Bay: feasting on the landscape(s), drinking in the waterscapes, warming with long-time friends and family, visiting long ago and far away haunts like the Hoito, Vi’s Tavern, Mount McKay, and eating Persians! And so, on this morning of June 16, with rain teaming, I sat at my computer: reflective, grateful, comfortable, and happy. There was a movement in my peripheral vision. I looked, jumped up, grabbed my camera, and rejoiced watching the Cedar Waxwings feeding in the old mountain ash, as they have done since I was a child, lying on a cot, peering into the tree, catching them forever in my mind’s eye.

Enjoy.