I’m convinced that one of the reasons many Canadians go south for a few months in winter, or give up their house in favour of a condo, is to escape the inevitable chore of snow shoveling. If you haven’t kept in shape during the summer by working tirelessly in a garden, you won’t be ready for that first heavy snowfall, and you better hope you remember where you left the snow shovel, because if it blew over in the wind, it may be buried under a foot of snow. Okay, it may not be that bad, but is it coincidence that the local Canadian Tire store sells out of snow blowers after the first blizzard?
For some reason this little statue, that I believe represents St. Francis, made me feel peaceful and calm whenever I passed it last summer. That it was situated in the midst of blooms and leaves throughout the season seems appropriate. It’s now been put away for the winter, but come next summer, I hope it’s placed again among the flowers.
It’s hard to imagine how this old tree survived such a drastic injury, but its leaves remain green, and it seems to be doing fine. What could have caused this? I hope the exposed area doesn’t get invaded by damaging insects that the tree is unable to withstand. I will continue to monitor its future with interest.
The city’s gardeners have taken in the last of their produce and prepared the ground for a winter rest. This tilled space brings to mind a calming Japanese garden with patterns raked in time honoured shapes, mostly representing forms of moving water. I don’t think this gardener was intending to inspire calm, or any other emotion, but it does cause me to contemplate yet another of creation’s wonders, the seasons.
“For everything there is a season… a time to plant, and a time to harvest.” Eccles. 3:2
What can I say about the diverse hues of fall? The splendid display of leaves is a feast for the eyes! Each type of tree has a colour of its own, in shades of gold, red, or orange, and together they present us with a stunning view every year.
This post is a departure from my usual writing. I am fascinated by trees with twisty limbs, and thought that Hallowe’en would be a good time to share my poem about one such tree.
Gnarled limbs with branches curling,
Tangled shadows in the night.
Silken web for prey to bite.
Twisted wooden fingers reaching,
Bare and bent in eerie gloom.
Full moon glowing,
Chill wind blowing,
Scratching, groaning, sounds of doom.
Unease grows in dismal darkness,
Senses urge the feet to flee.
Menace lurks within this tree.
(c) Candice Pierce 2017
This sign didn’t just make me smile, it actually made me snicker a little. The park is a huge open space, but the sign’s small print at the bottom says it is closed from 11:00 PM to 6:00 AM. How could the city possibly enforce that? I also found the rule regarding golfing quite amusing.
Fellow blogger, Edmark M. Law, at “Learn Fun Facts” found some funny warnings and instructions here.