A keyhole offers a glimpse into trees wreathed in fog.

A keyhole offers a glimpse into trees wreathed in fog.

This mornings’ full moon was an amazing, irresistible opportunity to stop and reflect on art and beauty.
During a recent trip to Sarnia we saw this biplane. At Fayes’ urging I stopped, got out, and snapped a few photos, catching it before it was obscured by the trees.

The country sky is immense, all encompassing. I love being able to see from horizon to horizon.

A glorious sight with which to begin the day. It is good to be alive.

Our foster dog Lucy went to her forever home this afternoon. While we are a little sad to let her go, we think it is the ideal home for her. In the very unlikely event it did not work out, we will unhesitatingly take her back. Possibly permanently.
We were blessed to have Lucy in our home, and wish her and her person a great life.

Stella checks what’s going on behind her.

Our old, gifted, rusty, faded, yet still very serviceable wheelbarrow adds a colourful note to our back yard.
Sometimes old and serviceable is as good as, perhaps better than, new and shiny.

We recently had a terrific thunderstorm with very gusty winds. How this small branch came off the nearby pine tree, came through the dense canopy of the Manitoba maple, and lodged in the crotch of the tree, is a mystery.
After pondering the power that must have been involved I can understand why, when I came home, the dogs were subdued and unusually pleased to see me.

The sun rises to illuminate a fieldscape gently softened by light fog.
