Raindrops,
like dew drops,
glitter
on the ground.
They sparkle
and
they shimmer.
They don't make a sound.
Water for spiders,
for bugs,
and for flies.
For beetles,
for slugs,
and bees
near their hives.
Gathered like lace,
their patterns
sublime.
Beautifully placed
in the swirling
abyss
of time.
We were a bit better prepared for our second venture into The Tree Museum.
An earlier start, on a much cooler day, fortified with a healthy supply of water and snacks, the trek into the forest was a much more pleasant adventure.
We left the lens caps on our cameras until we completed the 1.5k hike to the gates leading into The Tree Museum.
We came upon an area of the forest enchanted with magical mirrors. Magical mirrors that reflected revolving images of sky, earth and trees.
At the end of the day. At the end of an 8k hike. A camera full of photos. A mind full of memories. A hot fire. And a cup of cocoa.
water ebbs
water flows
over fingers
over toes
it washes your face
it cleanses your soul
leaving a trace
making you whole
it swims through your mind
it tickles your feet
it makes you smile
at those you meet
I love it
as water
I love it
as ice
water
it waters the world
making
everything right
The things you see, when you look between the trees, is sort of like. Reading between the lines.
A 180 acre park, Black River Wilderness Park is owned and operated by the Chippewas of Rama First Nations.
On this last day of the season, the tents and the RVs have left the grounds. A single campfire fills the air with an earthy smell of smoke.
Fort Willow, a supply depot during the War of 1812, located at the midway point between Kempenfelt Bay and the Nottawasaga River.
Fort Willow located at the halfway mark of a nine mile portage traveled by indigenous peoples, explorers and fur traders.
Our history. Our history to learn from.
The Simcoe County Quilt and Artisan Fair. Finally back again, after a covid19 hiatus!
The finest of quilting, embroidery, rug hooking, spinning, hand weaving, lace making, etc., etc., etc.
So many artists, so much art. So worth the drive to the Simcoe County Museum.
It is amazing how everyday, regardless of how young or old we may be, we learn something new.
Today, I learned that we have a plethora of bumble bees living in our raised vegetable bed and that they are not at all excited about the fact that I want to start preparations for next year’s harvest.
This season, fall prep took on a new meaning when momma bee chased me all the way from the garden to my door. Last week a friend of mine stepped on ground nest of bees, so I’m feeling the need to respect the wish of a bee.
Not sure how I’m going to finish this task?
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 