Instead of two paws

"Instead of two paws, what?", you ask. Well tu-lips, of course. You see I have gobsmackingly good shots - or as gob-etc good as they get on a cellphone - of proof a bear was wandering up in the "back forty" but the whatsit I need to get those shots from cellphone to here won't connect properly for now. Oh you just know I'll beat it into submission but today you get flowers instead.

For added interest, last Fall when we moved here, we were watching soy grow; oh and gourds of all shapes and types and of course orchards and orchards of apples.

Right now all of the fields in the immediate area have - and I kid you not - ten to 12-foot high cornstalks. I'm guessing you've grasped the obvious, that it might be a tidge easier to spot a lumbering furry beast at 20 yards through a soy field than the previously described cornfield.

As the old joke goes, though, I only need to be fast enough to out-run one of the dogs.

Bowling, of course

As you know if you've been following the bouncing ball for any length of time in this blog, this is one of my favourite flowers - well not this one exactly, but favourite type then.

How boring would it be in here if we actually went back and edited ourselves, placing proper sentences where they should be instead of just blathering. Why, even the title of the blog should contain the word blath....oh. Yeh. It does.

So, seriously now - or as serious as it gets anyway - just look at the centre of that flower. Is there a more perfect specimen of holy cow on the planet? I think not.

Tonight's festivities may be blog-worthy - we'll see. Apparently it is an important milestone birthday for one of the folks "up the road". They've hired a live band. I'm interested to know what that means here. Where we came from it would mean no sleep 'til Monday and even though they are a fair jaunt from our place (I'm in the boonies now, don't forget) there's "always a breeze"© here so I'm certain the sound will carry.

Stay tuned for true blather from no sleep or a short post relating how they got blown away and not in a good way, but literally, by Mother Nature.

Pat ... Pat, is that you?

You can tell it's going to be a weird day when .... the subject line and the photograph are just there, not explained & left for you to figure out. Oh I bet you can.

Gosh I'm all tingly and can't wait to see what happens next in my day.

Yes, that's an exaggeration but it is damn early you know.

I, too, have snapped a few dragons

... er, snapped a few photos of flowers - yeh, that's it. But the subject line up there had you going, didn't it.

I think the Alberta contingent (one person can so be a contingent) is hibernating, or at least I would be if suddenly the temperature hit the minus teens - and I do mean suddenly.

So anyway, this flower is growing in my kitchen greenhouse window.

Sadly they last a day, or two at most, then land on the shelf. A metaphor ... well, for nothing, really. I'm just here.

I shan't mention there are five degrees running around in Toronto. Of course, it's not like the OLF is going to go find a ledge if she knows there's a 17 degree difference at the moment; for that, she'd have to go outside.