I'm looking at a blue book
Laying on a shelf.
It's staring back at me,
Yelling about itself.
Pick me up, it says.
Open the cover and turn the page.
It holds the information
That you are afraid to crave.
You need to study me
To read my every word.
You will feel so much better
After every word is heard.
But I only stare
As tears roll down my face.
I hate its very existence,
I want it to disappear without a trace.
Located in Springwater Township, the Wiidookdaadiwin Lookout looks over the Minesing Wetlands, historic Fort Willow, and from Collingwood to Mount St. Louis, Moonstone.
Wiidookdaadiwin is from the Ojibway language and means “working together, and helping one another.”
You can watch as
a train goes by.
You can watch as
an eagle flies across the sky.
This bronze statue depicts an explorer and a member of First Nations, complete with an Eastern Ojibway birchbark canoe.
The icon sculpture recognizes the First Nations, explorers, settlers, and military that traversed the area between Georgian Bay and Lake Ontario.
Calm, patient, steady.
When Mary needed a ride
the donkey
was ready.
They protect herds
from wolves and coyotes.
Their hee haw,
is actually quite throaty.
They are stronger than horses,
their strength and stamina
can, of course,
be a contending force.
Highly intelligent
their capability of learning,
often leaves other animals
yearning.
For their smile,
that can be seen for a mile.
So the next time
you want to use the word
Donkey, as an insult
take yourself to task
And don't be an A....
Summertime, and the living is easy……
Another year around the sun.
In a forest inhabited by fairies, the characters in William Shakespeare’s comedy, A Midsummer’s Night Dream come alive.
A group of musicians from the 1970’s turn prose into song.
Dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head,oh no!
I said dreamer, you said you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
Roger Hodgson
HIPPOLYTA
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night. WS
My son and I spent three wonderful Wednesday mornings studying the art of watercolor painting with an amazing group of like-minded people.
“To look into the heart of the cherry tree when it was blossoming was a marvel almost greater than one could bear. Millions and millions of tiny white bells trembling, swaying, too full of white holiness to ring.” Emily Carr
There are so many skills and techniques to discover!
Enjoying beautifully decorated macaroons, a delicious treat prepared for us by our instructor, Helga Strauss’s mom, and fellow artist.
After today’s class to Beacon Hill Park, where we painted for another two hours.
Thank you, Emily, for sharing your home with us and our new friends.
‘The Old Town Bakery is a must visit,’ shared my airplane seatmate. ‘It is where you will find the best cinnamon bun on Vancouver Island,’ the long time islander enthusiastically shared.
Established in 1932, the Old Town Bakery was voted home of the islands best cinnamon bun. Word of mouth says that it still is.
A lunch, of quality, affordable, made-from-scratch baking, nostalgic of Grandma’s homemade treats.
The Old Town Bakery holds a ‘Fast as you can eat’ contest of an 8 pound cinnamon bun. It took us three days to finish our regular size cinnamon bun, so I don’t know!
Like my friend on the plane, I highly recommend the trip to Ladysmith, for a taste of Vancouver Island’s best cinnamon bun!
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