After a hectic move from New Brunswick to Ontario, we are finally unpacked.
For two months, it seemed like all I did was make phone calls and deal with endless boxes of stuff. (It is incredible how much stuff we accumulate.)
At last, I can enjoy the home we bought and the beautiful garden that came with it. And once again I have time to explore with my camera, not only in my new yard, but in my new city as well.
It also means that I finally have time for writing here again. Thanks for waiting.
I want to believe I am a gardener.
But my flower-patterned rubber boots and puncture-proof gloves were no match for the invasion of thorns and dandelions and other unnamed monstrous offenders. The weeds have taken over.
The few vegetables that found room to grow were tiny and bug-eaten. Only the potatoes have been victorious. This gardening is not for me.
I called my mother. She said I cannot be a gardener and a beach-goer.
I choose the beach.
Right now my yard is more weeds than lawn.
Scraggly dandelions poke out amid the long grass and occasional thorn (ouch!). Rabbit flowers, as we called them when we were kids, are abundant. The bees are loving my yard right now!
It looks terrible.
But, first impressions aside, there is beauty there. Happy little daisies pop up here and there; buttercups lie low with their sunny yellow petals; even a lone tiger lily reaches out from the side yard. With my camera, I am able to capture many beautiful shots.
Maybe “weeds” are not so bad, after all.