Life's Little Rewards

There are times in your life that bring you rewards beyond expectations. Yesterday was that kind of day. Of course all my ‘followers’ know that I love warm weather and try my best to escape winter. When the temperatures soar, my energy levels rise and I feel capable of anything. So I did my morning walk and added a half mile, attacked the rose garden then wandered off to a garden centre and purchased roses, roses, roses. In case you haven’t guessed, I really like ‘em! Of course they don’t warrant photos yet but keep posted.

Some time ago, the Ottawa Independent Writes asked me to share my thoughts on writing short stories. I spoke to a very attentive audience and was rewarded by several people coming up to me after and thanking me for an informative evening. And my greatest reward? My granddaughter, who had come with me to hear me speak, gave me the biggest reward of all. When driving home, I asked her if she learned anything and it was then she held up my handout on 11 points to editing and said – “I’m tacking this up over my desk as soon as I get home.” Wow, there can be no better reward. Now that’s something to crow about.

Blossoms and Thieves

Sometimes one hears a call and answers. A choir member put out an all-call for help getting her house renovated to meet a deadline for a TV show. I offered my help because I was curious and thought that it might be a good socializing experience – besides, I’m good with a paint brush and roller. Four afternoons later the house is due for its final inspection today. When I left yesterday, she was expecting an all-nighter to finish putting everything back together. Good luck Sue.

            Contrary to all news report saying that apple trees in this area were hard hit by frost and apples will be scarce, the blossoms have been outstanding. In our front yard, we have an ornamental flowering crab that truly outdid itself and although the colours have faded continues to take ones breath away. Unlike previous years we haven’t had high winds and storms so the petals have not blown away after a few days. In fact, our tree has been glorious for over a week.

            I have a marauder in my bird feeder. No, it is not a squirrel or chipmunk. I have enough trouble with them in my garden now this! Note the broken screen - yep, chickens are really too heavy for bird feeders.

In the woods

            Sometimes when one goes wandering it is all about seeing loved ones. I spent four days with relatives and friends to return home happy I had booted the highways. I didn’t even take my camera. However, once back the wonderful maple forest at the head of our road beckoned for my return. Within that week away a profusion of fauna had burst through the soil, some in full array and some promising more to come. When I last visited the wood I spied a single little hepatica so my goal was to see if there was more. There was an abundance of them! However, in that short time they had bloomed and turned to producing seed so I was disappointed. Just as I was leaving to head home a flash of white caught my eye. And there it was, delicate posing saucily against a birch log. I’m not enamoured with the photo result but thrilled to have found my target.

             I know not everyone gets as excited at finding nature’s treasures but you will have to bear with me. There were crowds of trillium, dog-toothed violets, yellow violets, purple violets and bell flowers. I spied wild ginger and peered beneath to see if any were in bloom and there they were (see pic) but the real treasure of the day stood glorious and breathtaking beside the laneway – two apple trees in full bloom survived untouched by the frost. When I got home I realized I had been gone over two hours, it felt like a fleeting moment.  Its been raining since then so my next foray will likely find new wild flowers, blossoms and leaves.

            Today, I’m wandering off to join a group of volunteers who are renovating a choir member’s house.

May Day

            Driving by a small maple woods at the end of our road last Friday, I spy a flash of white – a multitude of blossoms spread across the forest floor. The next morning, eager for the promised sunlight, I bundle up, grab my camera and head for the woods.

            A carpet of trilliums, small, brave and very confused at being wakened a month early hang their miniature heads timidly braving the cold air. Maybe it is global warming that forced them out of their cozy beds and into foreign light. I shake my head and hope nature does not pull one of her cruel tricks and kill them with a sharp drop in temperature. Of course she does – the very next day.

            I had never ventured into this wood in all the years living here as it is private property but now the new owners have become friends so I headed happily along the leaf strewn pathway. It was a morning of discovery. I found hepatica, wild ginger, nightshade, dog-toothed violets, moss and fungi. The skies remained grey and the damp air penetrating, but I was lost in discovery. My camera stayed around my neck, oh I did take the odd picture but the light was wrong and the subjects bent their heads to the ground, shivering in the steady wind. There were some interesting textures of leaf and bark, but again the lighting was all wrong but I’ll share one. My venture left me delighted with the prospect of another visit next week perhaps. But now the road beckons and I’m heading off to visit friends and relatives in southern Ontario. I may wander off road and see what my lens can capture in a kinder climate.