Enemies and rewards


Cripplingly painful feet!
Too much weight!
The mighty mosquito swarms!

There are so many reasons to NOT get up early, lace up the sneakers, and head out the front door.

The mosquitoes are crazy right now, the pollen is thick in the air, and face it who wants to roll out of bed in the morning to hit the road and get the heart pumping.

Funny with the exception of feeding the mosquitoes, two of the enemies are part of the motivation to go.

More reasons to suck it up, time spent with my handsome son who unlike other 15 year olds still wants to spend time with his mom.

The quiet of the morning or the riveting sound of the motivators voice on the podcasts we listen to. Trying to encourage him to strive for greatness, whatever that looks like for him.

Then there is just the joy of being in nature, the beautiful surprises we find.

We may not make it every morning, I have to accept my limits for now, but every time we go is one step closer to the goal. And there is always the precious treasures we find.


Baby toads, thumb nail size
Pathways to far-far-away, in my dreams
Pink trilliums

July Heat in May

Bumblebee at work

Must be a storm brewing 30°C and a breeze is picking up. We certainly could use a nice soft shower overnight.

Send silent prayers for no damaging rains. Give the seeds a chance to sprout not wash them out.

Still clouds

Farmer working long and hard, tractor loud in the background, renewing a long retired field. Worked late into the night, back again today. Hopes and dreams lying dormant in the soil. $$$ and especially time, tied up in skill and luck.

The day the ants march

Today is the day the big ants are out on mass. Scurrying here in there, searching, searching. One would think from watching they have no where or everywhere to go.

Hummingbird keeps dancing around the spring flowers above my head. He boldly comes close but yet so flighty he eludes my lense.

Now back to reality, it’s nearing supper time.

Morning Light

There is something magical about the early morning light, the air crisp, smells magnified, naturally noisy with bird songs floating to my ears.

Pushing, pounding heart, lungs filling with the freshest of air.

This early morning training session with my son Fred, this felt like living.

Simple, didn’t cost anything, a memory, time well spent, an investment in the future.

Magically wonderful!

Slowing down, a boy, a girl, a beagle and a truck

Pressures build, there is always something to do, and often it can become overwhelming and exhausting. Crack under the pressure? -OR- Escape to the back roads?

A change of scenery, a bit of nature, the beauty of the Ontario bush, a few stops for some soft exercise, adult conversation. The world no longer feels so heavy.

Heading into Monday back on track!

I passed it on!

I have a mess of kids whom I love very much, but I don’t always see clearly the lessons I have tried to teach them reflected back. Probably more so from my own self doubt than it actually not being absorbed.

Well it has become abundantly clear, I have successfully passed on my love for “fungi” to my second oldest daughter. I love to hike and I love to photograph nature especially mushrooms and such.

After a few sedatary hibernation months, my fitness level has taken a huge hit. (A post for another time.) Yesterday I had my kids take me and our old beagle for a hike. I enjoyed taking pictures along the way of little spring treasures in nature. After about three kilometers I figured the old beagle and I needed to turn around. The older kids decided to continue, I let Zoa take my phone on with her to continue snapping photos.

It gave me as much pleasure to see the world from her camera view as it does from mine. Maybe even a little more.

My kid loves fungi as much as me, I passed it on to her!