Winter Beauty

Snowcones
Like needles of lace
a cone of snowflakes
gathers,light as air.
A breath of wind, and the flakes
scatter
into nowhere.
White houses
On top of a green needle
a tiny snowflake falls.
It clings tightly
to it's resinous hull.
Towering tops
More flakes gather
tatting like lace,
upon the pine trees
a fascicle resting place.
My gigantic white oak
A gigantic white oak 
my favourite tree,
can hold more life
than either you or me.
Black and white
Looming high in the sky,
it's limbs, grey and old,
carry a strength
for the world to behold.

My cedar bench
Somewhere, under the snow
a tiny cedar bench
continues to glow.

A New Day, A New Year

Apples, hanging like Christmas ornaments, will become snacks for the squirrels and birds before winter’s end.

It’s a new day, a new year. The winter storm that has been  ravaging our area for the past several days seems to have settled. The winds have died down and snowflakes have stopped falling from the sky.

New Years Eve, before the road reopens.
Clearing driveways of drifts of snow

Our road reopened early this afternoon. All area roads had been closed for the past three days. Snowmobilers rescued travelers caught in the snow drifts created by this weather event, leaving their stranded vehicles to be retrieved at a later date.

Branches, heavy laden with a blanket of snow

It’s hard to imagine spring when the earth is covered with three feet of freshly fallen snow.

Snowflake, upon snowflake, upon snowflake




It’s amazing how each snowflake, each intricate, six-sided ice crystal is different from the one beside it. No two are alike. Each snowflake has it’s own distinct pattern. Floating down from the sky to turn the world into a beautifully white winter wonderland.

A break in the storm

Happy New Year! May every day be a new day. The beginning of a new chapter, a new story. Stories where we count our blessings and work to make the world a better place.

Ukrainian Rooster Cafe

Ukrainian Rooster Cafe

Hidden away on a quiet street, in the small town of Alliston, Ontario, lays a quaint little Cafe called the Ukrainian Rooster Cafe.

A welcoming sign…..

With it’s grand opening less than one month ago, this Cafe features Ukrainian and European cuisine, making it the perfect spot to lunch with a couple of good friends.

Salmon pie, salad vinaigrette, cake napoleon

Our hostess explained the menu, then served her food on dishes  that held as true to her country as the accent in which she spoke.

Vasilkiv Rooster

The rooster, a part of the cafés name, as well as a large part of the decor, is a symbol of Ukrainian resilience. The Ukrainian rooster became a global symbol of Ukrainian resilience after surviving a bombing in Borodyanka. It represents hope, strength, and defiance against invasion.

Truly beautiful…

A wonderful little Cafe for good food, good company  and good coffee……

Last  Blast

Using muscles to make water flow. Water that now flows from a faucet….

Last Blast at the Simcoe County Museum, where the past meets the present.

Roads in progress…

Back in the days when kids walked back and forth to school, uphill both ways. They walked through rain and snow, sleet and bright sunshine.

Steam engines…

I think I can, I think I can, chugged the little engine that could.

A modern sawmill….

I love the smell of fresh sawn lumber.

Just a little bit of dark smoke…

Vintage machinery, once shiny and new, built the roads we now travel through.

Beautiful and shiny black….

A wonderful mode of transportation.

Music in the forest….

Is it a violin, or is it a fiddle?

Modern transportation….

One way or another I will get there. I will get there.

I will get to the Last Blast at the Simcoe County Museum in 2026!

Fall, Leaves, Falls,

Fall, Leaves, Fall

Fall, Leaves, Fall.     by Emily Bronte

Red and brown

Fall, leaves, fall;

Golden Yellows

die, flowers, away;

Reds, and greens, and yellows

lengthen the night and shorten the day;

Shades of green

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Yellow fades to orange

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

Bright yellow and a paler green

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

From green to reds and yellows

Blossoms where the rose should grow;

Oranges

I shall sing when night’s decay

And the sun shines through

Ushers in a drearier day.

Saints, Sinners, Lovers, and Fools.

At the Royal Ontario Museum

Art speaks where words can not.

William of Orange

Masterpiece after Masterpiece, from the part of the world where my ancestors come from.

The Garden of Eden

In the beginning, in a beautiful garden.

The Holy Family

Religion in art. Art speaks the way words can not.

God is in the details.

Religion. It is still important in today’s world.

My daughter and I. The most beautiful piece of the exhibit!