I was pleased and blessed to come across this slope covered with attractive flowers while I was out for a walk.. What they are I do not know. While humans may call these plants ‘weeds’ the many honeybees I saw were quite busy harvesting pollen.
I walked early on a foggy morning and was blessed to come across this work of art.
We came across this old house during a recent exploration of our municipality. It is obviously beyond saving.
What stories it must harbour!
An intriguing thing is that it still stands, while many old structures in our part of the world are knocked down in order to clear a bit more square meterage for crop planting. And while abandoned the lawn is obviously maintained, plus there is a ‘No Trespassing’ sign posted. The property owner cares enough to mow the lawn yet keep the structure it as is.
It’s a treasure.
This photo does not begin to capture this sunrises’ delicate hues. It was so lovely, and I would have preferred to continue watching it reveal its beauty.
Although I had to press on to work, I was so blessed to witness this.
Not very many of these old wood barns still stand in my part of the world. So many have been knocked down and burned up in order to free up a few thousand (sometimes a few more hundred) more square feet for growing a cash crop. I have driven past this one for almost ten years, and hold my breath every time I drive in its direction.
The sun was little more than an orange-red disk on this hazy, smoky, foggy morning.
Our municipality’s Council recently approved a bylaw amendment to allow naturalized areas in residential areas.
Don’t tell anyone (shhhh), we have had naturalized areas in our yard for years now. This bed in our front yard is full of Purple Coneflower (background), Tickseed (foreground), and Gaillardia (out of the frame). While I can broaden my knowledge of insects in general and pollinators in particular, I am certain our yard is friendlier to pollinators than that of almost all of our neighbours who have (mostly) turfgrass and imported ornamentals.
We also let dandelions go, probably to our neighbours’ chagrin.
A blazing white orb sets the tone for a hot and humid summer day.