To Mothers,
From far and wide.
Here on earth,
And in the sky.
To those who mother
Other people's children.
To those who benefit
From other people's mothers.
From the goose
With her gander.
To the Mother osprey
Who yelled at me.
Happy Mother's Day
To all of the women
In this world!
Stumped
I am stumped
Totally stumped
So stumped.
Stumped
By all the things that I have heard
When people say
Not a single word
Like flower petals
They grow on dead wood.
They love me
They love me not
And the waters swirl
As the world turns
And
Everything stands
Still.
A wonderful poem, because it is National Poetry month!
In the Garden of Eden, planted by God,
There were goodly trees in the springing sod,
Trees of beauty and height and grace,
To stand in splendor before His face.
Apple and hickory, Ash and pear,
Oak and beech and tulip rare,
The trembling aspen, the noble pine,
The sweeping elm by the river line;
Trees for the birds to build and sing,
And the lilac for joy in spring;
Trees to turn at the frosty call
And carpet the ground for their Lord's footfall;
Trees for fruitcake and fire and shade,
Trees for the cunning builder's trade;
Wood for the bow, the spear, and the flail,
The keel and the mast of the daring sail;
He made them of every grain and girth
For the use of man in the Garden of Earth.
Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes
From the gift of the Giver of Paradise,
On the crown of a hill, for all to see,
God planted a scarlet maple tree.
Pink
Some people think
That I am a dink,
on a rink, wearing pink,
with dirty dishes in the sink.
But in a blink
I could make a stink
and call them a fink
because that's what I think.
As I wear my mink
Down on the rink,
neither of them
the colour pink.
Maria Tuttle
Hiking the Gibson Trail,
on a cold, crisp, autumn day.
Making the kind of memories
that don't fade away.
Most leaves have fallen,
others cling on tight.
Colours of nature,
shine through,
brilliantly bright.
Reds and greys,
Browns and blacks.
Healing berries,
of the beautiful sumac.
Trees.
Showing their beauty,
Inside, and out.
Remembering old memories.
Creating new memories.
Flowers on a log.
Prettiest of them all!
Hangin' in the forest,
it's where we love to be.
With a couple of our favourite people,
talking to the trees.
Flowers of the forest floor,
soon they won't be here anymore.
They'll be covered with the winter snow,
awaiting springs warm, sunny glow.
A nice walk in the forest,
breathing the air of the trees.
Treading carefully over roots,
photographing bumblebees.
Paths of rocks.
Paths of roots.
Paths of trees,
with autumn leaves.
People from here.
People from there.
The people are mine,
wherever they are.
On top of the beautiful hills of the Georgian Peaks Ski Resort,
overlooking the Bay's cool, blue waters.
I skied here a few times,
a long time ago.
Twisted my ankle on a first run,
skied the rest of the day.
Walked with crutches,
the rest of the month.
This week, September 19th through to September 25th, is National Forest Week.
This year’s theme is “Our Forests, Continually Giving. “
‘A beacon of renewal, resilience, and hope, for the future. ‘
The top photo demonstrates what our neighbouring Simcoe County forest looked like 40 years ago.
The bottom photo was taken today. It shows the changes that have taken place as the pine trees were harvested, and a deciduous forest allowed to prosper.
Simcoe County has been named the Forest Capitol of Canada, for 2022. For the second time.
Back in 1982, the County recieved the award for the first time.
Simcoe County is being recognized for the role forests play in socio- economic, and environmental health. Plus it’s sustainable forest management practices.
A great way to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the Simcoe County Forests.
On the way to Tofino, 800 year old trees, 80 feet high, in a bed of ferns and dripping with moss.
Old growth forests, planted forest, forests like our own little forest that has developed on it’s own. Gradually populating an acre of field with pines, spruce, maple, oaks, and any other tree that wants to call our little plot of land home.
Happy National Forest Week!
Black and white
Shade and sun
Cold,cold rocks
And lots of fun!
An amazing trail of root paved paths, winding through the forest. A forest full, of rocks, of caves, and of crevasses.
White birch bark
Streams of sunshine
Texture and colour
Birds in rhyme.
The temperature change, deep in the caves and crevasses, was a welcome cooling, on a warm September day.
A wonderful, young couple helped us navigate our way through the maze of crevasses, and rock. They were in the early days of their relationship, and I enjoyed the privilege of taking their first ‘as a couple’ photos; other than the selfies that they themselves had taken.
Rays of sunshine
Old,old rocks
Good foot wear
and dry socks.
We met lots of wonderful people today. Most moving twice as fast as we were. But, we were twice as old as they were. So we called it even.
Dark green moss
Cool, dark rocks.
Well marked trails
No hand rails.
Through the trees,
Behind the leaves,
Lies the beautiful Georgian Bay!
We knew it was going to be a perfect day when we stopped by a little Cafe, and a chorus of Bye Bye Miss American Pie, broke out amongst the staff and patrons.
Sooke River, a series of deep, naturally carved and polished rock pools.
Glacial action carved a pathway into the natural bedrock. Huge boulders carried along by rushing waters, carved the infamous potholes of Sooke Potholes Provincial Park.
A narrow staircase was left behind by a developer who decided that a Provincial Park would be more beneficial than a resort.
A wonderful place for a picnic lunch, hiking, relaxation, and finding that perfect rock.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 