I wanted to walk to the river today,
Just a little over two kilometers away.
But I could not take that first step.
My shoe, it would not move.
Somehow, over the years,
I have lost my groove.
As the tears rolled down my face,
I silently cried.
Like ketchup on a plate
Of old French fries.
I know the day will come
When into the river
My toes,
Will drum.
Until then
I will contemplate
How I ended up
In this ridiculous
STATE!!!!
Having lived alongside the Simcoe County Forest for the past 40-plus years, we have had the privilege of watching the forest transform from a purely red pine forest to one with a mixture of tall, straight pine trees and a healthy young deciduous undergrowth.
Years ago, our children and their cousins ran freely through this forest. Their pathes uninterrupted by saplings and undergrowth. Their steps treading lightly upon the thick blanket of pine needles that covered the forest floor.
The pine trees have been in the minority for, at least, the last decade. This week, their numbers have decreased again.
This spring, as the sun shines through the newly formed openings, a new canvas will be created.
Saplings, once struggling to reach the sky, will now bathe in warmth and sunshine.
Leaves unfurling, trunks stretching, and canopies exploding, sheltering the mosses, grasses, fungi, and flowers that now cover the forest floor.
A new canvas is about to be painted.
I went on a wonderful walk with a great friend today, along the boardwalk at Wasaga Beach, to where the Nottawasaga River enters Georgian Bay.
Native plants help maintain a delicate balance as our feet leave footprints on the sandblown boardwalk.
Coastal sanddunes, one of Canada’s most fragile ecosystems, are being restored along the shores of Georgian Bay.
Stretching 14k, Wasaga Beach is the world’s longest fresh water beach.
Marram grasses swayed with the breeze as a light drizzle began to dampen the air.
Life is everywhere.
Wasaga Beach, along the shores of Georgian Bay, is just a short drive away from the place I call home.
This beautiful country of ours has so much to offer, so much to explore, and beautiful people to discover it with!
Amongst the cattails
In the spring
Nature pops up
New life begins.
Three small children
Bring home
Three small pines.
The trees were planted in a line.
Side by side, the children grew.
Side by side, grew the trees.
That first earth day,
It has created a beautiful background.
For so many
a wonderful thing.
Family gatherings,
Children playing,
Music in the yard.
A beautiful couple
saying, 'I do'.
From a seed,
into a sapling.
From a sapling,
into a tree.
From a tree,
into a stump.
From a stump,
into earth.
To provide nourishment,
for the next tiny seed.
We spent a wonderful, mid April day, discovering beautiful Cooper’s Falls.
Taking advantage of an unseasonably warm day. No mosquitoes, and no blackflies.
Ontario, yours to discover!
Two swans dancing.....
In a farmer’s flooded field…..
There is no snow,
in my part of Ontario
There is no snow,
on the beach.
Just a dike,
of crusty
white ice.
Sand on the street.
Brown streets.
Not white.
Beauty,
in the browns,
the blues,
the greys.
And every shade
in between.
A chick-a-dee
lands
On an out stretched
hand.
Confident,
Bold,
Self assured.
A human friend
Among the flock.
In a treetop,
down on the
ground.
It peeks,
and it peeks,
at the seeds,
inside.
A suspended
perch,
above
the ground.
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.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 