Rain or shine

Spring has sprung and it’s leaking all over the place. The few days of warm sunshine this past week had me wandering off to the nursery to fill the trunk of my car with plants and seeds which I diligently tucked into my well-sifted soil as I fed swarms of black flies. Nasty little critters – my ears are still burning from the bites. I looked forward to showers to coax the seeds to life and make the plants perk up. Little did I expect a deluge, now, I cross my fingers that the seeds have not washed away or the plants drowned.

The ditches along my road are alive with wild flowers so armed with my trusty camera I braved the hungry insects and slogged through the mud to capture a shot or two. Bellwort, dog-toothed violets and trilliums were willing subjects. Contrary to the stark sands of the desert I so recently left, where delicate wild flowers survive in spite of the rigours of the environment, the wild flowers of Ontario reside in lush surroundings. Of course I have to share. These two shots depict the difference yet the sameness of spring’s blooms – a desert primrose at home in hot sand and an Ontario trillium basking in dense foliage.