Thursday, June 5, 2014

Finding treasures



Clever me ducked out between rain showers and headed off for my morning hike on Monday. There was am soft gentle breeze that turned into, what my mother called, an English mist then without warning about 10 minutes from home, the heavens opened and I was soaked from top to bottom. I arrived back at the farm house to see my son-in-law racing for the house in the same wet condition. Ah well, it’s only water. Because it was cloudy and grey, my camera was not with me. Of course, I spotted two new species of new wild flowers so yesterday morning, camera slung around my neck, I headed off with purpose.
            So here’s the thing—when you’re out in the desert chasing wild flowers and nature calls, you simply tuck behind a scruffy monkey tree and take care of business. When you are in Eastern Ontario nature still makes her demands (especially when I drink several cups of coffee in the morning)—so one ducks into the dense bush and does the balancing act stance while holding the crotch of your jeans at a safe distance to remain dry and at the same time swat insistent mosquitoes attacking an exposed butt. Oh yes, I’m scratching. But I did get some great photos—not of my butt—flowers. The yellow orchids had exploded and waved their curly banners above glossy bulbs AND I found water iris along the road. I have seen them in the forest but never on the roadway. The forest trail is still under water from incessant rain storms so impassable for walking. So you can well imagine how delighted I was to find this treat yesterday. Exotic, aren’t they?
The service berry and buckthorn were also in bloom so I was able to capture some decent shots of them.
            I have undertaken to deal with some of my vast storage of photographs and slides from a different era (thanks to digital they no longer collect in boxes on shelves). I threw away hundreds, had a few good chuckles, shed tears to see lost friends and pets and found memories I had long forgotten. My intent is to compile a memory book for my oldest boy who turned 50 this year. Can you imagine? So for the next week or so, I will be converting a collection of pictures to digital.