It was the beginning of June. I hadn’t visited my out-of-town daughter and her husband since March because of the pandemic. I pulled into their driveway and paused. I just had to stop and take a picture of something I noticed. I had waited almost three months to visit them. What was another few minutes?… Continue reading Lover of Clover!
I paid little attention to the older man as I laced up my inline skates, in the parking lot adjacent to the Ganatchio Trail. I’m pretty slow at it. If I’d been in figure skating or hockey as a youth, I’d probably be saving time these days. I timed it once…it takes me six minutes.… Continue reading A Nutty Tale!
“Who you looking at?” Snapped a pic of turtles and caught one looking right back at me, haha! Ganatchio Trail, Windsor, Ontario. © Rita Jacques 2018.
Plenty of room on the log for both ducks and turtles! Ganatchio Trail, Windsor, Ontario. © Rita Jacques 2018.
Spotted a pair of eyes looking right back at me when I was looking for turtles in an algae-filled pond. Ganatchio Trail, Windsor, Ontario. © Rita Jacques 2018.
Spotted this lovely couple while on the Ganatchio Trail. They appear there every summer, without fail, to my delight! Windsor, Ontario. © Rita Jacques 2018.
Most Moms —and many Dads—have heard the familiar poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. I‘ve just included a few lines here: Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.` The shopping’s not done and there’s… Continue reading Summer Doesn’t Keep!
Flowers on bridge over Little River. Windsor, Ontario. I’ve always wondered about the story behind the windmill. And, what does the graffiti mean? © Rita Jacques 2017