Cotton Candy Sunrise

There are mornings when sleep escapes me and the dawn pulls at my heart strings to get up and face the day with perhaps a surprise or two. But, if you’re at all like me all you wish for before sunrise is that hot cup of coffee or freshly brewed and steeped tea from your favorite mug.

My vessel of choice has a tiny cracked edge on the rim, but each time I find myself reaching in the cupboard for this particular mug.  I have to smile as most mornings I feel as worn and chipped as this piece of pottery.

Why don’t I just chuck this damaged mug to the curb you ponder? Well, just because it’s not a perfect specimen of finely crafted clay any longer it still has value. Value for its vast space that is empty, until I fill it with my favorite beverage. Value because it was perhaps a cherished gift at one point in time many decades ago, or perhaps just because it reminds me each and every morning that even though I may feel damaged, chipped, cracked, or just down right worn out to the bone. There is value to be found.

No matter what state this body or mind is in at the time, I still can hold on to my own value and validate myself. I fear too many are waiting for validation from others when all we need is to look in the mirror and see ourselves and the value we all contain in each layer of skin, each cell that makes each of us who we are.

The dawn called to me this morning and would not be ignored. I rose, I brewed that cup of coffee and lovingly poured it into my favorite chipped mug, while dragging my feet inside of my floppy slippers that have aged to the point of barely remaining on my feet.

The curtains came ablaze with pinks and oranges to the point of shocking me into taking flight in those loose slippers with mug, and camera in hand to validate this special dawn that was determined to wake me just before its arrival.


Stay safe and happy my readers.



Statement heard ~ The life of these Trees…

The other day when driving by the lake I passed by a couple of old trees that have been around for many decades. Notice the bend in the trunk ~ Leaning toward the lake. You’d think the north-east winds that blow off the lake would bend the trunk in the opposite direction ~ (well my brain thinks that way…) Perhaps, there’s a reasonable explanation for this tree growing in this fashion.



I’d like to let go of reasonable explanations for a moment and just let my mind wander a bit.

Facts : as I know them…

There are a few of these trees that are bending in this way. They are ear-marked for cutting down in the near distant future, because they are becoming a hazard to people walking around by the lake. I’m sure they have inspected these bending trees for years, making certain they are not ready to crack and land on someones head one day.


My own pondering:

I’ve live up here in northern Canada for over thirty years, although 4 years of that was spent in Nova Scotia, Canada. My late husband served proudly in the Canadian Air Force, so we traveled.


On our return to northern Ontario, I felt as if I’d returned home…even though my birthplace is in California.


I lived in Carrabelle, Florida in a little village called Lanark.


Move ten years later to Panama City, Florida.


I remember that theater very well and all of the wonderful Walt Disney films from long ago. Back then folks smoked in the theaters and most of us children choked all the way through the movies.

A few years later we moved to Raceland, Louisiana.


The next couple of years later, we moved to Biloxi, Mississippi


I move to New Orleans, Louisiana a few years later..


And that is just to name a few, before I found a home here in Northern Ontario, Canada…

Each new place where I’ve set up my hat, (lived) I’ve always looked up to the trees, no pun intended. When I was around 4 or 5 I can remember sitting on the sofa in front of a big picture window at the falling rain in Lanark Village, Florida. The thunder at that time amazed me (not like today as it frightens the life right out of me.)

This day during the storm a lightening bolt came rushing down from the sky and split a decades old pine tree right smack dab down the middle, with such a loud crackling sound ~ followed by the loudest sound of the tree falling to the ground in two pieces. I felt the rumble it made when hitting the ground so hard. I suppose I went running to my grandmothers apron ruffles for protection…

From that day on I knew what the meaning of fear was. As I grew older I looked up to the trees with amazement at how they can sway so effortlessly in the strongest of hurricane winds, and not give up their life to the storm. They bend…..they continue to live another day, instead of becoming fire wood or a pine board for which to build a table or chair. When I see pine boards my thoughts always drift back to that day when the lightening showed me the meaning of fear.

I’m not sure when my young thought processes began to change from being afraid of lightening storms, which I still don’t like. I allowed myself to have this ONE fear in life. Thunder and lightening. But, nothing else was going to stand in my path due to being afraid.

Acceptance & Perseverance

Perseverance synonyms: persistence, tenacity, determination, staying power.

Acceptance synonyms: welcome, adoption, toleration, endurance, forbearance, sufferance. ~ noun belief in goodness of something.

The bending tree in this post speaks to me every time I see it. Not by sound but by appearance, of course ~ I’m not barking mad …

The tree grew this way because nature dictated it. The winds blow toward the tree bending it back when it was small. So, it leaned into the winds fighting back against a fate of breaking. I love this thought about these bending trees, because many times I’ve had to lean into something so as not to break in two. Life can be full of small details most let disappear in the moment, without even noticing.

I see that the city has put in place replacement trees in front of the bending tree and I just had to stop on my way home and take a picture, because one day soon all I’ll have are the memories of this strong determined tree. I hope this little, although long winded post causes you to slow down just a tad and look around you.. You’ll see things you never even knew were there..

Perhaps, you’ll even see the Perseverance and Acceptance that was always there…


Until next time


There’s Lollypops in my Garden…

My little packet of seeds that were gifted to me from my beautiful daughter grew into a wonderful display of mini zinnias.

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This morning I woke up to a temperature range of 10 C (50 F) and this marks the time when what’s growing in your garden better hurry up and finish before the frost that’s around the corner for us here arrives. I see in my future covering up my tomatoes or picking them to set on the kitchen counter. Oh my summer flew by much too quickly for this happy gardener.

But, I can visit my YouTube channel and watch this short video of my flowers and that is certainly going to produce a smile or two when I’m outdoors in a jacket wondering if I can wait until Spring arrives again..

Perhaps, there’s crafting in store for those long winter months. I ordered the LED lights for my homemade folding light box and I just have to put them into place. I’ll wait for the Fall to finish that project…


Until next time


The Beauty & Magic in a Sunrise

Just when you begin to complain about never waking up early enough to catch each mornings sunrise, you begin to rise an hour earlier just in time.

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I ponder…Did my brain listen to my thoughts and complaints about always missing the sweetness of the mornings pinkish skyline? Or, did I say I wished I’d wake earlier and somehow program my brain to wake up at 5 in the morning, instead of 6?

This has been going on for a month now and by the time the dinner dishes are cleaned and put away in the evening I’m ready to crash into bed for a little television watching ~ or should I say snoozing though the show merely to wake and shut off the noise with the remote.

Perhaps, I’m beginning to already miss the summertime, while the Fall quickly approaches like a speeding freight train every year. I do love the Fall when the leaves here begin to turn and after a week or two they are all ablaze with colors, fire engine reds, lemon yellows, pumpkin orange with shades of green that’s hanging on until the leaves begin to dance in the breeze falling lightly to the ground like a ballerina floating in mid air making the noiseless landing on her tippy toes…


There is a kind of magic in the cool air of the mornings, even though I know the day will warm back up and become humid again. The magic does however continue after the dinner dishes are done and I sit outside for the final time each evening. I do treasure greeting each morning and tucking in each evening with my presence.

I suppose it’s comforting to know each new season as it approaches us here in northern Canada, because it’s like a dear friend who never fails to visit us offering up a change of pace ~ With the coolness in the air and the display of Autumn leaves soon to follow.

It’s when we dig out our jackets, and search for the mate to our favorite gloves, which have seen better days, but we’ve just begun to break in the stiff leather and it feels like a second skin when we slip them on with ease. No longer needing to press between the fingers to get the gloves to fit properly. They have become one with us and fits perfectly on each finger passing over the knuckles with such grace.

So, I’ll greet each new morning and validate its beauty, until the first snowfall touches my nose and I bring indoors my crafted wooden bench for the winter. I’ll take it down to the basement for a fresh coat of stain and check the screws just to see if all is well. Perhaps, a dab of carpenters glue may be needed here and there just to make sure that I’m taking care of the bench that has served me so well in the Spring, Summer & Fall.

When I turned around to see what my pup was doing early this morning I noticed something I would have missed if I’d slept in …

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Waning Crescent Moon

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I sat on my wooden bench by my patio door and watched as the sky became brighter and the crescent moon began to fade into the morning sky. This moon looked so bright and if I were taller it felt like I could almost touch the tip. The hummingbirds fluttered in to take a sip from my blooming zinnias and all was going to be well for the entire day.

There are so many little treasures that are free for the taking to fully enjoy and bring happiness into your day, so get yourself out of bed and catch a sunrise ~ Because it’s there every morning just waiting to see you….


Until next time




A beautiful Gift from Nature

I’ve noticed that the Zinnias will begin to form a flower bud, then the day before the flower opens it will bow half way and stay there, until it opens. I’ve yet to catch it rising back upright and opening since I’d need a time lapse camera. But, what a beautiful gift nature gave me yesterday morning.

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Have a beautiful day


Until next time


Growing Milkweed is a Good Thing for Butterflies…

I was watering a few plants from my deck barrel that I’ve filled with dish rinse water every evening. Lugging up and down the deck stairs, buckets of water is just not for me anymore. My shoulders and back tend to protest quite loudly by the end of the day.

So, I removed the screen off the top( used to keep bugs out) of the garbage can that was stored in the yard when I bought my home over 16 years ago. It stayed underneath my new deck for years, until a few years back.

It was one of those old aluminum trash cans I could remember my grandparents owning many, many moons ago. I painted it and began using it with a grin as this always brings back memories of watching my grandmother line the trash can with newspaper, remember back then there were no plastic garbage cans or plastic garbage bags..

Garbage day was always a lot louder than today, since all of the aluminum trash cans were banged against the garbage trucks with an extra bang to remove all of the newspaper that lined the can and all of the cans up and down the street were dented in the middle too.

And, to my surprise after watering the Garden Trug box I found this bug below circling the rim of the can over and over.

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This summer I realized that I sort of like finding bugs for the first time, and then trying to find out what they are and what attracts them. I also want to learn if they are beneficial to my garden or if they are not. So, I ran inside ~ (walked) to retrieve my camera in hopes it didn’t fly away like the birds always do when I want a picture of them.


In my excitement to hurry and get back these pictures are not of the best quality, but I have a link and will show you a clearer picture of these bugs, which I thought was a beetle of some sort.

Researching this bug I learned it’s not a beetle but rather a True Bug… I had no idea there was such a thing as a True Bug. Hum…learning is great…even at my age… wink

These bugs are attracted to the Milkweed plant, which also attracts the butterflies.

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Courtesy of:

The link above is very interesting if you want to help out the beautiful butterflies in your garden or just want to bring them into the garden as well.

Back to this True Bug, called : Small Milkweed Bug, Lygaeus kalmii. They are immune to the toxins in milkweed, and are consequently toxic to predatory insects.

The funny thing was this Milkweed Bug was happy as can be circling round and round the top of the can, until I placed the bug on the railing because I needed to replace the screen on the water can and move on to other things in the garden. This bug didn’t even mind me bringing the camera very close ( too close) to get a picture that I thought at the time was a clear one..

Below is a better picture for you from: Lynette Schimming


I just was amazed at this tiny creature with its markings so bright and beautiful. When I read how it can survive the toxic milkweed and be toxic to other bugs, I found it interesting the marking on the top were of a heart… Like this creature saying,

“I know I’m toxic, but love me just the same.”



Until next time




The Slug ~ Friend or Foe?

This summer has seen very little rain for our gardens, we’ve drained out every drop in our rain barrels, until just recently when the skies began to open up and shower upon us the rain we’ve needed since May.


The slug problems for me were non-existent during this time, until just recently where the garden beds are damp from night-time showers. Luckily, my permaculture beds are draining the rain off as fast as it pours down and believe me this is a good thing.

But, and yes with me there are many of these…Slugs still march on in whether it be an army or just a few scattered here and there. One morning, while sipping my coffee I looked over at the sunflowers with 9 flower blooms on the two plants growing in harmony together ~ What did my eyes go and see?

The biggest Brown Slug I’ve ever seen and during the daylight hours too. This Friend or Foe slithered up the sunflower stalk and made its self comfortable on the pretty yellow petals of the flower. I raised my camera, closed one eye and clicked the shutter button.. I really didn’t want to get a good look at it. But, just for you I lightened up the picture in photo shop, since it turned out so dark ~ happens when you don’t wanna look at what you’re taking a picture of..

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I’m certain you’re happy this picture turned out horrible with its blurry pixels ~ I know I was…But since the slug in my garden and I have to co-exist during gardening season I thought I would find something, anything, whats so ever about these Gastropod Mollusc (Slugs or snails) that I could live with on a rainy day. I won’t ever use poison to rid these creatures in my garden because what’s the use of growing your own food if you’re going to also poison yourself in the process…


So, after looking on the inter-webs for information that I really found hard to read, since these beasties really do creep me out. I decided to google funny images for a change of pace to lighten up my thought processes…


After looking at these two funny pictures I could feel my mood changing away from complete frustration over these pests in my garden eating the pretty yellow petals of my sunflowers I began to actually absorb the information about this topic. I already knew from experience the slugs find hostas plants as delightful as I find a nice lobster on my dinner plate, dipped in warm creamy butter.

So, why are they here I pondered…I know every single thing on this planet has a reason for being here, whether it’s for their beauty or because they are food for another predator. Did you know chickens adore these slimy critters, as do birds, toads, frogs, snakes, raccoons, etc the list was almost endless….

I wondered if I made a visit to City Hall and tried to convince them to allow me to raise just a couple of nice looking chickens within these city limits because I needed a way to rid the slugs devouring my lettuce leaves…. Would they accommodate my needs?

So, after giggling over that thought I remembered hearing something about Diatomaceous Earth to help with the critter problems in the garden.


Or, I could…

 go and buy some beer at the beer store and try to drown them while they are feeling woozy and perhaps flirtatious with each other or servicing themselves… Did you know they are both male and female all wrapped into one slimy package? hum… too much information….


The link above will tell you all about Diatomaceous Earth

Perhaps, the hated slug will never become my friend and the same goes for it being a foe. These slimy creatures do play an important part and benefit us ecologically.

So, I’ll continue to keep all of my hostas plants far from the garden beds, hoping these creatures dine there instead, and if they do find my lettuce leaves heavenly ~ Well who am I to dictate where they will eat out….

But, for now the Diatomaceous Earth is going around my Sunflower Plants, as these are a private section for the owner of this little piece of earth for the time being that is.. we can merely just tend to the earth and then return it when we’re gone… Life is way too short for all of this frustration over slugs in my garden beds. Because I dined on home grown Beets, and Carrots this evening and not a single slug was invited…

One last thought on this slimy matter. Early on in the springtime the caravan of caterpillars marched right on in to the yard with all of their markings so pretty in the daylight. Oh there will be a butterfly and perhaps that one is going to be a Monarch, Arctic Skipper, or a Zebra Swallowtail.. Come on in and dine on all of the newly sprouted leaves on my bushes my endless legged friend, because one day very soon you’re going to magically turn into something of beauty. Here, you bright green crawling thing, take this plate of honeysuckle leaves and have some maple leaves too…

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~Arctic Skipper~

When pondering the differences between how I felt about the slimy slugs, and the caterpillars I noticed something. In the Spring, granted we in the north are so happy to be out from underneath the many feet  (meters) of snow that we’re happy and almost delighted to watch the brightly colored caterpillars slowly, but with purpose crawl into our yards and gardens.

After a rain when the same occurrence happens and the slugs slide on in during the darkness of nightfall, we are ready to head outside after midnight with a mallet in one hand and a torch in the other to bang away at the shiny bits crawling around our plants. Granted these creatures are something that this old saying applies, “Only a mother could love.”

But, the animals that feast on these slugs and snails consider them to be a bounty for their palates. I can remember thinking not too long ago I wish I had snail problems instead of the shell less slug. At least I could admire the different markings on the shells of a snail, instead of being grossed out by the slugs. Hum…

Just because beauty is not the first thing you think about when looking at slugs in your garden I think if you really with both eyes looked at all of the different markings and colors on the many species you’d be almost amazed. Remember, just a few grains of salt can turn this ravenous jelly like creature into a pool of slime. We are the Ghost-busters of the slug world when we put on our holsters locked and loaded with SALT.


Until next time



A little stroll by the Lake ~ Part Four

The cruise ship was in my sights as I walked away from a father and his daughter who I knew for certain would have a nice time playing over on the brightly colored equipment just for children and grown ups alike with a child like heart.

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This area is the center line between shallow and deep water of the lake. I love how these rocks are piled high above the waterline. just waiting for someone to canoe over and sit a spell, but it won’t be me in one of those canoes anytime soon…

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I could hear music playing where the ship was docked, and wondered if the men and woman working on the cruise ship were cleaning up the decks to their favorite tunes…

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I found my right foot tapping to the tunes that were drifting toward me as I drew closer to the ship. I stood by this sign just looking around and enjoying the music supplied from inside the cabin doors.

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I had to walk way back from the sign to get a picture of the ship, but still missed the right front corner.. Oh well, by now my knees were screaming at me without a care in the world about just how far I was from my car.

I started back to where I began on this gray morning and noticed the father and daughter were parked by the playground and I just knew the little girl was going to have fun and hopefully forget all about her daddy yelling at her moments before.

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These little beauties were growing very close to the shoreline among the rocks.

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If it wasn’t about to rain any second now I could have sat on the edge of the pier and watched the reeds dancing in the wind that was beginning to pick up speed. You can smell the rain in the air as it approaches with its sweetness.

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With each pause walking back to the car my heart danced through the aching joints and enjoyed the beauty that was on display this August day in the year of 2016…

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I sat on a bench and looked though the camera lens at the bits of blue and purples along with a variegated hostas

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This path made of stone was calling out my name to choose this direction instead of the same way I arrived…

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For this single bloom alone I was glad I was listening to the stone paths wisdom, so I could delight in the beauty of this flower.

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Excitement abounds with thoughts about this tree surrounded by these hand picked plants from the caregivers of these gardens. If trees and plants could speak, what would they say on a day like today?  This congregation would have plenty to voice I’m certain….

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I wished there were labels to tell me the name of this beautiful plant. It reminds me of deep sea diving in Florida and the beauty that lies beneath the sea…

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I needed to pick up the pace as the sprinkles began to appear on my glasses….

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Looking forward before heading back to where I started on this morning I smiled at these grouping of beautiful trees swaying so delicately in the breeze off the lake.

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I sat down just underneath the cover of some trees and snapped this picture as the darkness covered the skies, briefly as the lamp came on.

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I knew I had a few more minutes to get the final pictures as the skies parted and a little more light was available to me…

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I’m excited and worried about this structure going up, excited about the new restaurant, but it’s right across the street from the lake and the garden I’ve just shown to you all here on Word Press… what would you think about a 6 story building in this location, just wondering here what thought you all might have about that.. Please leave a comment in the box if you have any views on this.. Thanking you kindly for following along with my little stroll along the boardwalk and down to the pier… hugs


Until next time


A little stroll by the Lake ~ Part Three

I rose from the edge of the pier, after sitting there for at least 3o minutes remembering moments that I’ll always treasure. But, it was time to move forward or perhaps look just across the pier again…

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Too bad it was so early in the morning and the dock shoppe would be closed. I found myself after cruising my memories so to speak in need of a scoop of ice cream in a cone. But, it was definitely much too early for that, since I’d only had a few sips of my coffee this early morning at home.

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I continued walking the pier looking at all of the summertime water crafts tied at the floating docks which the marina removes for the wintertime just before the lake freezes over and the winter vehicles zoom across the frozen lake. Upon looking at the brightly colored awnings of the boats in front of me I noticed a seagull resting atop one of them.

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After zooming in with my camera I could see clearer that most of the boats were all dressed in brand new awning covers. There was very little breeze out on the pier this morning so I was missing out on the delightful sounds the water makes when the wind transforms water into clapping waves hitting the floating docks, bobbing them up and down a little bit.

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Continuing on I looked up and could see yet another seagull resting atop this light along the pier. So, I gave this feathered friend a wide birth and walked around the light just in case nature called upon this bird and I happened to be right smack dab underneath him or her at the perfect time. I had to giggle while crossing back over to the other side of the pier, because this king or queen seagull sitting above me ruled my actions this morning. Hail, to the ruler of this section of the pier, since I forgot my hat at home.

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I just had to smile broadly, once again after looking at the edge of the pier. This really needed me to take a picture. Here’s a weed growing out of the cement which is above the water. For years I’ve battled with trying to get my front yard to grow grass. The city usually needs to come and dig up part of the yard every other year to install new this and that, or repair an old this or that. They are kind enough to replace the dug up area with new sod, but since I’ve no hose hook up on the outside of my building I can’t really water the front lawn regularly.

This is the stupid thing about being in a townhouse…I’m in the middle, a home to the left of me attached and to the right of me. There was a little room I think where the builder could have put a water hose outlet. But, noooooo…..The only water outlet for the front yard is inside of my garage, which I’d have to pull out my car, crawl underneath attached wooden shelves and while bent over in half try to attach the hose. Well, ten years ago I did this without much difficultly, but not now with my knees. I tend to not do things that will set any pain in motion as far as they go… I just thought this little weed was funny and had to share with you…

Continuing on…

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This little vehicle with two beautiful young ladies inside was paused on the pier while I was taking a silly picture of the weed growing out of the cement. It’s electric so I never heard it was there waiting on me to focus the camera. Boy, I wonder what they thought of me, while waiting…?

I can just hear it now, “Why is that old woman taking a picture of a weed?”

One of them might question to the other, “Perhaps, it’s the water she’s taking a picture of…” The other young lady might have replied…

“Either way that’s weird…” One might say just as I finished taking the picture and walked over to these young ladies to applaud the fine work they also do at the lake area.

They had been collecting trash from the bins all up and down this area. I often see school age children working and riding on these neat little vehicles and always wanted to drive one of them around, but since these sort of summer jobs are directed for the youth as summer jobs my window of opportunity had long since abandoned me.

They were so polite, smiling over at me when I walked over to them thanking them for the short wait I put them through, and I said….

” It must be so much fun driving one of these…”

The ladies grinned from ear to ear and both in harmony said, “It sure is!” Smiling from ear to ear, both of them….

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I stopped at a marina building that probably houses supplies of some sort or the other, and thought it might be an interesting picture with the wood just below the foundation of the building. When I noticed something in the water. Looking like a pallet or part of the wooden structure of the building. I zoomed in a little way down the pier, since this one was closer to the edge of the walkway.

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With the sun trying to peek between the clouds I noticed it was not a pallet after all, but someone instead of moving this wood just place big heavy rocks on top of it. You can see how shallow the water is here and I’m really close now to where the cruise ship is docked.. There’s a drop off to happen soon, or else the cruise ship would be a ground.

But, before I continued walking I thought about the 5 or 6 people I passed while walking on the pier, wondering if any one of them noticed the weed growing out of the cement, the ducks, the wooden structure, or the father who had his daughter in the car parked on the pier, while he threw out a fishing line. This set up sounds nice right? But, it was far from it…

This father was berating the child for wanting to come to the pier to go fishing with her daddy, while the real reasons for wanting to come out here was to play in the brightly colored playground. This man was going on and on, repeating him self over and over when I just had to walk over there and cause a tiny ripple effect on both of their day… Hopefully….

“Hey, catch anything good?”

I asked the father who abruptly stopped yelling at his beautiful daughter, who peeked her head out of the window to see who was talking to her daddy…

“No, not yet…” He replied…

And, then the magical moment happened, thank heavens…

This fathers facial expression changed and the coloring on his skin began to go back to its normal coloring, instead of beat red ….He talked about his daughter asking to come out to go fishing, because she knew he’d take her straight away. But, her motives were to merely run to the playground instead….

I was looking and smiling at this lovely child in the car, and back again at the dad before commenting when he was done.

“You’re a very lucky man, to have such a beautiful daughter who wants to spend time with her daddy at the playground….Time will arrive much to quickly when she will only want to spend time with her school friends, and never dream of fishing or spending time with you near a playground. Well, sir I wish you luck with your fishing and hope you catch a tasty dinner for your sweet family, soon.” And, I kept walking…

I could hear the daughter speaking to her daddy through the car window, wanting to know why I’d stopped to talk.. and the father replied, “I’ll explain all of that when we get over to the swings…”

This was my purpose for wanting to stroll on the pier today, that I’m certain of. When ever I get a notion to do something that is not normal for me, like trying to beat the all day rains that were coming, and ignoring the approaching rain – knee pain just to walk here taking pictures where the lighting is not favorable to do so.. I know without a shadow of a doubt ~ There was a reason and this was it.

To be continued, join me tomorrow for Part Four


Until next time…





A little stroll by the Lake ~ Part Two

Once I finished laughing at myself for thinking the rocks in the lake looked like the famous Loch Nest Monster, I continued walking up the pier to where the Chief Commander is docked.

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needless to say I kept my umbrella placed snugged underneath my arm. The sky was truly amazing when I stepped onto the wooden pier. The water was still at low tide and a few ducks were enjoying paddling around, pecking at anything that floated by their beaks.

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As soon as I stopped to lean over the railing to position the camera to get a better shot, I could see in the sand just inches below the surface of the shallow water the ducks prints in the sand. They stayed very close to where I was standing as they are accustomed to being well fed by other folks strolling along the pier.

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I’m sure if they could speak they’d say, “Throw me something, Mrs…”

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These creatures are actually really lovely in many different ways. They paddle with such ease and keep their eyes on anything just below the water line. I’m not sure just how long I stood there just admiring these fine feathered creatures, but I know they gave me such a sense of peace and tranquility.

But, it was time to move on toward the end of the pier where the Chief Commander Ship is docked. I’ve experienced many times the cruises along the lake, touring around the different islands. It’s such a treat to be back on a boat floating atop the water and this reminds me of my grandfather and I heading out on our shrimp boat just before sunrise in Florida… Fried Egg sandwiches and a thermos full of hot coffee with milk. Boy, oh boy those were the days one must remember, and always repeat so the memories stay alive….

On the opposite side of the pier there was a sand bar due to the water being so shallow, and a little mystery too…

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Abandoned was this pair of swimming trunks, scrunched into the sand by the current of the water. This made me grin like a Cheshire Cat, wondering just how these trunks came to be here. My first thought I must admit was someone enjoyed skinny dipping in the lake one dark evening…So, I looked around for more clues…nothing else in sight, but my thoughts continued with this thought process. Perhaps, the couple were on a boat one fine evening and decided to just throw caution to the winds and release their clothing into the water below…

Whatever the real reasons this lonely pair of swimming trunks found their way to this very spot for me to notice I didn’t really care, as it gave me memories of long ago skinny dipping for the first time in Florida one moonlit night with my beau……

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I had to laugh once I continued walking the pier, and came upon this sign, Rent A Rack… With my childhood memories flourishing around in my thoughts this sign brought back memories of my so called first hunting trip with a rifle…As if I’d ever shoot anything! I told my beau….as we trampled through the woods in search of a deer. Well, he was in search of and I was determined to make as much noise as I could ~ feeling satisfied I would surely be scaring away any wild thing in the woods for miles and miles. Thus, saving their lives and I could enjoy the hiking part of this adventure… There was going to be NO RACK on the hood of this mans truck today….

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The famous canoe episode came rambling forward so hard I needed to sit on the edge of the pier and soak in the memories of it fully. My late husband and I bought a beautiful red canoe during the first year of our wedded bliss. We took it out on another lake not very far from this one, but this other lake is very deep and very cold. As a matter of fact they tried to measure just how deep it is and couldn’t, since it was too deep to calculate…My husband left that part out about the lake until after the episode…..

We got into the canoe, and began paddling around this frigid lake in the springtime (not the best time of year either..) Really, really cold……Well, I leaned over to see down into the water and could see something that appeared to look like branches as if there was a forest down there. Ah…Beavers were busy I assumed…

Then for some reason I began to become afraid of the lake and what lurked beneath the water line. This was a first for a gal who grew up around the Gulf of Mexico and swam with the dolphins many times, and even caught sharks with my grandfather (When they became too over populated after a hurricane blew through our town – This action was an order from the Mayor back in the sixties to all fishermen).. These things you can clearly see.. This dark and dreary looking bottomless lake you could not..

We neared the shoreline and in my hurry to paddle faster I tipped over the canoe, flipping it over completely….He got out quickly, remember the water was very cold, and I held my breath waiting to get help… Good thing I was a good underwater swimmer when younger and learned early on how to hold my breath for a long time underneath the water.

He thought I’d be surfacing soon, so didn’t bother to check to see if my legs were caught underneath the seat on a hook of some sort. I didn’t panic or race for air, I calmly felt around to see why my leg would not release and I came to the surface slowly, frozen and I must admit a bit angry at him for not jumping to my aid….

I never yelled at my husband or even wanted to in the brief 15 years we were granted together as husband and wife, but I did say, “We’re selling this pretty red canoe, tomorrow.”  And, that was that…. For sale one pretty red canoe, used only once….is what the ad placement read in the next days newspaper.

To be continued, join me tomorrow for Part Three…


Until next time…