Among the Flowers At Montreal’s Botanical Garden
We could not believe the number and varieties of daylilies covering endless flowerbeds at Montreal’s Botanical Garden. In a very small way it reminded us of our own backyard garden. Read more
The World Through Our Lens
We could not believe the number and varieties of daylilies covering endless flowerbeds at Montreal’s Botanical Garden. In a very small way it reminded us of our own backyard garden. Read more
It was with great excitement that Bob and I learned of some American White Pelicans visiting Second Marsh in Oshawa. They are such a rare beauty on the shores of Lake Ontario. We wasted no time in going to see them.
After a stretch of very hot weather, Bob and I were desperate to get out for a hike. The Beare Hill Wetlands in Rouge National Urban Park, in northeast Toronto, Ontario, seemed a logical place to explore. Among the various butterflies and insects sighted that day, we also managed to pick out some Eastern Gray Treefrogs.
The first day of summer in Saskatchewan broke rainy and cool with the mercury sitting at 9° Celsius at 10 a.m. Despite the bleak morning, our spirits were lifted by a candlelit breakfast since the power had been knocked out in Val Marie. Although we were sad to leave Grasslands National Park, our next destination, Great Sand Hills Ecological Reserve, promised to deliver a unique experience. Read more
Before leaving the area around Rocky Harbour, and heading up the Great Northern Peninsula in Newfoundland, there were a couple of additional trails calling our names. Near Lomond, Southeast Brook Falls required a short hike through a balsam fir and white birch forest. Read more
Bob and I had been told that the Green Gardens Trail was one of the most popular hikes in Gros Morne National Park largely because it highlights the contrasting landscapes of the Park. Although we had already hiked the Gros Morne Mountain Trail and explored the Tablelands, we were keen to see the “green gardens” that stretch to the coast of Newfoundland near Bonne Bay. Read more
On our last morning before heading to Venice from Agriturismo Forzello in Rovigo, Italy, Elsa the farm cat was pummeling the shutter of the kitchen window at the crack of dawn. Read more
It is with fond memories that Bob and I recall skating on the woodland skating rink called Cedarena. Nestled into a valley along Little Rouge Creek in what is now Rouge National Urban Park, this skating rink provided the most whimsical experience when visited on a Tuesday evening. Read more