This is the face you make when you just want a nice outdoor nap, but the birds won’t stop teasing you and your dumb mother keeps taking your picture.
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my mourning dove friend
I went bustling out onto the deck this morning to give a little pep talk to my lettuce and spinach seedlings and came face to face with this beauty:
The mourning doves are usually pretty skittish, but this lovely lady (I’m pretty sure she’s a lady, but I could be wrong) let me get within touching distance. Not that I did.
Look at that colouring! Gorgeous.
a quick afternoon jaunt
Yesterday, Foster and I were reminiscing about past road trips and trying to summon the hope that next year will be safer to travel when we decided to hop in the car and run up to Scotts Bay for a change of scene.
Did you know it’s illegal to go to Scotts Bay without stopping at the look off and taking fifty photos that are practically identical to the fifty photos you took the last time you were there? It’s true.*
Look! It’s two of my favourite men.
I don’t have the knees for Cape Split so we loitered around the trailhead, admiring the absolute silence. While Foster crept around in the undergrowth taking photos and acquiring ticks, I focused on not falling over a thirty foot high cliff onto boulders in the Bay of Fundy.
Look at these! Aren’t they pretty? They might be alder cones, but I have no idea, so don’t quote me on it.
By this point, the sun was starting to set so we went to the beach to watch.
On the way back across Wellington Dyke, the last of the sunset combined with the rising mist looked like we had stumbled across the set of a Kate Bush video.
Luckily, it was just us and there was no interpretive dancing.
*Possibly not true.
I should have been named Flora
me: Maybe I should take a brisk walk out to the river and back to get a bit of fresh air and clear out the cobwebs. But brisk, mind you, because I have a lot to do. Busy busy.
me, a few minutes later: I’ll just pick these raspberries first to eat on the way. Ooh, look at the big pawprints in the mud. Aw, now that’s a pretty leaf and, oh look, another one. And another one. And another. Oh wow, there are still so many weeds in bloom. Amazing. I’d better stop to take a picture of every single one. And pick a few to make a bouquet.
me, grumbling before bed: Why do I get so little done in a day? Stupid housework.
