Looking Between the Trees…

The things you see, when you look between the trees, is sort of like. Reading between the lines.

The Colours of Black River Wilderness Park

A 180 acre park, Black River Wilderness Park is owned and operated by the Chippewas of Rama First Nations.

The different colours of the Black River

On the red trail, or was it the yellow one, or maybe the green trail? No, I think it was the blue trail.

The Black River, moving it’s way throughout the park.

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, and the War of 1812

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.

Mossy Monday

Where the fairies dance the night away….

Moody Monday

Sheer happiness, my granddaughter and I!

Quilters, Artisans, and all things Beautiful!

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.

The Flight of an Angry Bumble Bee….

The bottom of our raised beds are lined with a layer of old wood, which is where, I think, they live.

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.

I gave them some fruit as a piece offering. Not sure it was appreciated.

Not sure how I’m going to finish this task?

The Colours of Late Summer

There are not too many things that I find more rewarding then refilling my canning pantry that has been emptied during the previous year.

Cooking, is not on my list of favourite things to do, but I do love to harvest and prepare the foods for meal preparation. Especially when this activity includes family and friends.

Although I semi enjoy gardening, these are not the fruits of my labour, but bounty purchased at my favourite Farmers Market, Harris Farms.

French Frys…..

There he sits
With his frys
As I 
Contently, stare
Into his eyes.

I swipe a fry.
He does not know
Where I sit
Or where 
I go.

We all have our niche.
Maybe, we have discovered a ditch!
Or maybe, on a broom, we have seen 
A WITCH!

Or prehaps 
Those are my thoughts 
Are my thoughts 
My thoughts
I think.

I am putting to bed,
The thoughts in my head.
As they will keep 
As I slumber
To sleep. 

As I walk through this forest
All alone.



Maria Tuttle

The Tree Museum…take one

In the midst of our great Canadian landscape, amongst the trees, and the lakes, and the rocks, we discovered The Tree Museum.

Just follow the little blue arrows, and the little blue signs. After a kilometer, or two, and you will happen upon the entrance to the Tree Museum.

Before the entrance, God has his work on display.

A mailbox contains a guest book. We left our names among the rest of the worldly travelers who have discovered this beautiful retreat into the wilderness.

A home away from home. Complete with a fireplace and natural air conditioning.

Having just recently recovered from a bout of covid19, I started this outing a little overconfident in my level of fitness and endurance, so we are leaving the rest of tour for a different day.

We have so much more to explore!