Thursday, July 14, 2016


Happy 43rd Anniversary to my 2 Dads!!
These 3 buttercups 
our family
May our world make your world a bit sweeter today!

Thursday, June 23, 2016


Swimming this morning in the North West Arm
without a Doodle care in the world ~

A two-step was in full swing inside this luscious pink rose

a solo engorgment of pollen by this bee as we stared down inside

so still 
so beautiful 
so Lady Bug 

almost translucent hiding in amongst the stamens

the white roses are a fresh pink before opening up to us

blackberry blooms so crinkly 

I continue to swim
rescuing Mr. Orangie from a fate worse than death.

As I return to the top of the hill 
I hear the buzzing of yet another bee
totally lost in all these blossoms ~

while Jim snoozes on the bench soaking up the beautiful summer warmth
and I take a reprieve from fetching and chewing Mr. Orangie 
within an inch of his orange life.
I do love our summers especially getting lost in the park, 
meeting friends,
listening to the bees
devouring a green salad
anytime I want.
I Love My Summers!

Tuesday, June 14, 2016


Today is a day of remembrance in my Daddy Ron's family.
A day which honours his father Flight Lieutenant Gordon W.A. Troke
who would have been 100 on this June 14th, 2016.

Ron's father died on June 24, 1952 
based in North Bay, Ontario 
after re-enlistening for the Korean War.

were all his father knew and owned.

This information was garnered from "cieldegloire" website.
(if you decide to view this site ^^
you must translate from french. 
The photos above are the english version 
translated by'll noticed some unlikely translations)

With only one memory etched in his mind of his father,
Ron says he always wanted to know his history, to know the feeling of flying
and his father's strength and fortitude of mind.
This link below will show you spitfires flying and photographed by handheld method.
Ron said that these were the answer for him.
The crisp sharpness of the photos are so exacting and helped give a true feeling for his father's bravery and daredevil.
There is a video as well after the 5th photo which with the silence makes the moment even more profound.


Thanks everyone for my indulgence
may peace
surround you on this special day.

Sunday, June 5, 2016


Hi, over there!
It's 'yours truly' over here!
This is a bog, a cranberry bog that I so enjoy exploring.
Look what has landed and taken over my world ~~

Moisture laden tentacles seem to be reaching out in all directions!

Standing tall amongst all the vegetation
as if surveilling the land?

As I look closer I see some insects stuck to the tentacles.

A little humour thrown in ~
as I see this "band leader" with baton in hand.
What in the world is going on?

I know this toad wasn't about to hang around for any tete a tete!

I do believe I have stumbled upon an almost alien-like world in my bog.
Even though there are larger, more scarier things in this world
by looking down around you
things can appear somewhat the same,
but really it's just
life in a bog
survival of the fittest!
It is all around us
this is our world.

Monday, May 30, 2016


This morning Ron & I walked the trail
because Daddy Jim has come down with a cold.
The first thing we encountered were these two guys
enjoying their bikes twisting and turning
almost like a dance.

I had just finished remembering 
my Doodle Dance 
in the garden 
while sniffing these white violets and 

white forget-me-nots

and yellow corydalis when

in front of me from out of the fog and mist
appeared this fox.

Off s/he scampered keeping an ever vigilant eye on me.
I'm 9 years old now,
I don't run like mad anymore
unless I want to re-injure my paw.

so I sniffed the dew drenched red clover
letting the fox high tail it out of here.

When I got back home ~

I looked down at my paw that gives me some issues somedays
and wondered if I could have caught up to the fox.
Me thinks I couldn't 
and that's OK with me
I have plenty of sniffing to do in the garden anyway!

Monday, May 16, 2016


As I sauntered the beach today

 I thought I'd give you a taste of my weekend discoveries

last year's dried up wildflowers were not about to give up their hold
on the landscape

neither were the cranberries that survived the winter onslaught

 however hope springs eternal 
as the wild strawberries pepper the trails 
along my beach walk

back home in my garden 
the sun kisses
the rose coloured epimediums 

and white variety as well

my star magnolia is so soft and warm 
nestled in the corner of the garden

and the occasional raindrops 
hang onto the berry bushes

while late evenings beachcombers discover 
their long awaited joys 
in the sands and waters

I take my place with Miss Pinkie
on the sofa that I call my own
bid you all 
a good night!

Wednesday, May 4, 2016


we headed off down one of the other Gaspereau valley roads and ~~~

ended up here on a huge farm called 

As you can see below there are many sheep ready to be sheered 


 these 2 cute black lambs
huddling together 
as we poked our noses around the corner
of the entrance.
I think they are used to nosy photographers and Doodles!

The piece de resistance was the humongous wool shop
across the yard from the sheep.
Jim marched right in and headed over to the displays
to check out the offerings and to take pictures.
Surprise surprise!

Just look at the colours and offerings of merino wools.

more to touch and hold 
and to decide whether to go with heather colours
or pales or ~~~~

however by this time Jim's eye spied this
unbelievable Icelandic Sheepskin pelt
for a mere $300!!

mighty soft isn't it Jim!!

As we ventured from the farm and onto the road
this horse was giving us the eye,
but late afternoon was reminding us 
it was time to head back home ~ ~

so with that all under my belt 
to walking the Gaspereau Canal
to swimming in the canal
to driving down the country roads
to discovering sheep and lambs
to touching so much wool
I can honestly say that my world is complete
with love and peace.

As always my friends,