Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garlic grow?

The garlic

is giving new meaning to the word "contrary."
 Compared to the rest of the garden,

it is growing magnificently,

(thank you).

One week ago

And today:

"Ta Da," I say, in a bragging way.

Goes to show you, while some of us turn and run in the face of abnormally cold temperatures and ice pellet storms, the garlic just continues on and gets the job done.

Sometimes contrary is not a bad thing.

Go Team Garlic!

My Garden of Yuck!

Photo proof of a garden only a mother could love. 

 Yes, this is my beautiful perennial garden.  Not so beautiful right now, but it is on its way, in progress, ready to burst...

Like a butterfly before it emerges from its cocoon,


or a dragonfly waiting to rise up from its underwater infancy,


I know my garden shall grow itself out of this "yuck" stage


and become a flamboyant, fantastical, parade of colour.




All I have to do is have faith and patience (combined with a bit of weeding) and Mother Nature will do the rest!


 (Picture proof, or photoshop, will follow.)

The Voice Of An Angel

The Voice of an Angel

By: Rosemary Danielis

Soft as the voice of an angel,

Fresh as the morning dew.

I'm filled with a sense of yearning,

I long for something new.

I shake off this cloak of darkness,

Free from winter's embrace,

And stand in spring's sweet promise,

A warm and blissful place.

A different kind of Orange

Waiting, waiting, impatiently!

When will we, be set free?

Our Goldfish spent the winter in a rather unglamorous, large, plastic container in the unheated sunroom of our house.  Now that the ice over their heads has melted, they are eager to make the move to their summer pond.

Why does the beginning look so much like the end?

Out in the garden today, trying to find something beautiful to photograph.

Impatiently waiting for the first flower.

Realizing how much the "beginning" of spring looks like the "end" of fall.
When we feel discouraged, when something we have been working on begins to look like a dead-end, are we sure it's the end?
Maybe it's just the beginning.
Waiting, watching...

There's a new wind in town.

Go down the drain
I'm done with you


Winter make way
Spring's coming through


There's nothing left
For you to do


I'm done with cold
And feelin' blue


Out with the old
In with the new


Down the drain, snow
Go away, shoo!

Goin' on a walkabout!

    
     Hmmm... unusual tracks in the snow today.
     I found a long wavy line with the occasional dip on the sides.


     My first thought was someone dragging a stick, but where are the accompanying footprints?


      Wondering what it could be, I followed it for a while.

The tracks led me to a crow squaredance pattern at the base of a nearby tree.

Must have done a little happy dance at finding something to eat underneath the snow!

Crow photo from: http://gardenpath.wordpress.com/2011/02/26/crows-in-the-snow/

Love's Price

              Love's Price

              Right from the start,

                 You stole my heart.

              Your crooked grin,

                 Made my heart spin.

              Went for a ride,

                 On the wild side.

              Before too long,

                 Our love went wrong.

              And now I see,

                 You lied to me.

              You broke my heart,

                 Tore it apart.

              I rolled the dice,

                 And paid love's price.

              Sad to behold,

                 A heart gone cold.

Timeless Grace

Timeless Grace

You look weathered and worn,

Alone and forlorn,

Aloof, and lost in place.

This winter’s been cold,

It’s made you look old;

Deep furrows line your face.

I stop in my tracks,

Fingers tracing the cracks,

Feel the years, the timeless grace.

Your arms are quite long,

And surprisingly strong;

I’m crushed in your embrace.

I fall under your spell,

With the stories you tell,

About an older time and place.

Always be here,

‘Cause to me it’s quite clear,

You’re something we can’t replace.

By Rosemary Danielis

Beauty where you least expect it.

The Great Corrosion Reef


Cresting waves of side-swept snow,
Create a mountain range born low.


Weathered by the salt and sun,
An icy reef of lace, finespun.


Steppes of darkness twist to shape,
A gothic, dusty, snow landscape.


No ocean creatures swim nearby,
It's a lack of life you signify.


Beautiful beyond belief,
Behold the Great Corrosion Reef.