I had fun photographing these alliums last night.
They’re bright purple is a pop of colour in front of our garage, and their pompom shape appeals to my inner child.
Stay tuned for more flower pictures (after a bit of an unplanned blog hiatus)… The garden is in bloom!
To step into a humid, perfumed greenhouse in the middle of winter is to step from one season into another.
For a moment, it was summer.
The City of Kingston has free entry into their greenhouses on Sunday afternoons for a few weeks. It was an opportunity I could not resist.
We took a walk at Lemoine Point (in Kingston, ON) on a mild Sunday afternoon.
Fresh air, sunshine, and spring-like temperatures lured us outside for a walk with the kids. Teeny chickadees and fluffy squirrels were our company.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
Coming from the Maritimes, I’m used to snow. Last year at this time, it was piled higher than my kitchen window. I’ve seen blizzards that have dropped over a Metre at once.
But yesterday was absolute insanity.
We got about 40 cm of snow in Southern Ontario, and I drove home from work in the middle of it.
The first time I got stuck was pulling out of the parking garage downtown. Luckily, there were two men shoveling across the street who quickly pushed me out.
The second time was at the grocery store. I’d barely gotten in my car and someone showed up to give me a push.
The third time was the challenge. Our subdivision never got plowed because the plow itself either broke or got stuck (I heard both versions) and hadn’t budged for hours. But two women and a man helped me for over 30 minutes, until I managed to get into the driveway of yet another helpful neighbor.
Not once did I have to ask for help.
I am amazed by the kindness of Kingston.
Even the rocks are turning gold.
This short bridge near the Royal Military College in Kingston turned out to be a great spot for photos.
This leaf, fallen from a sumac, is a beautiful fall detail against the lines of the bridge. Once again I was drawn to the contrast of the two items, only here it was texture rather than colour that caught my eye.
It was only after reviewing my photos that I noticed the tiny print: “Eagle Bridge.”