Autumn Radiance

Some Autumnnal Offerings - including a new poem:

Finally able to upload to my blog again.

Sunflowers - such happy flowers. These are growing in a back yard on the way to work.  I bike past them daily, yet didn't stop to love them - or even really notice them until on a Saturday ride, last weekend.  Slow down and love the gifts of creation!

 

 a sad passing

 

 

  A gift of grapes from Rokebyland vineyards

a glad passing - in a riot of colour

a poem:

Passing

This is the September morning
When Summer chooses to sleep late

And Autumn rises early,
Peeking through trees
Making air visible
With misty gifts of sunlight.

JM September 2012

Bumble Bee

The Joy of a warm sunny day

   I was out walking early this morning.  It was cold drizzly and miserable. When I got home around noon I was greeted by a feast for the eyes in the form of dozens and dozens of crocus blooms. 

A warm sunny day and the bright rainbow of colours put a spring in my step, in a way that was not available in the cold, gray rain of morning. The joy of a warm sunny day, was just the gift I needed today. 

Thank You!

4 crows and afternoon sun

On a walk with the dog, Saturday afternoon, I heard the amazing cacophony as the afternoon crows passed over Memorial Park.  The sheer volume of sound from this avian commute mesmerized me and rooted me to the spot.  

  

Theirs is not a lovely sound, in the way a robin singing for rain is lovely, but then again, it is more like drumming than a flute solo, and is beautiful, fitting and a comforting part of a sunny late afternoon.

You can't see me; I'm hiding.

I went to Boundary Bay on Monday to see the Snowy owls.  They were there in force.  The green marsh grass was punctuated at regular intervals with silver-grey driftwood logs adorned with brilliant white owls. I spent time looking, and not much time photographing, as we couldn't get very close for fear of disturbing them. 

A heron, on the other hand obligingly stood quite close to the golf-course fence.

We can't call it posing, as he seemed to believe that he was hidden by the grass.

A gift in the back yard

This is a fine looking bird!  I think it is a Coopers Hawk. I am especially fond of his eyes.