Fly Backwards

During the weather storm this past weekend I watched anxiously from the safety of a window as the wood fence stood its ground..barely.

It flexed and groaned all the while the Mountain Ash towering above heaved and recoiled threatening to snap at any moment where it would more than likely have found its mark on the corner of the house.

My attention was soon redirected as the teak garden bench tumbled across the lawn and through my frame of view. And it was just days ago that I had assessed it's fractured back from the last storm it had braved.

Most of my life I've enjoyed storms and all the inherent theatrics. The jagged shards of lightning, swirls of wind and the birds that appear to magically fly backwards. But as the years go by it's all become more of a reminder of just how temporary we really are.

This pic is from my last visit to the rock garden area at the Royal Botanical Gardens in Hamilton Ontario.

Brush The Stone

It was bound to happen. I would eventually have to brush the stone dust off and take to the streets. So far this week I've dropped in on about half a dozen garden ware retailers to flog my goods.

The big push for the garden industry is around the May 24th weekend...at least in my neck of the woods. Now it's not 'carved in stone' but that date seems to bring everyone and their wallets out to their local garden center.

And though it's too early to call it but I've had some very positive feedback from several buyers. You can believe once something is definite you'll be reading about it right here.

My pic today is a shot I took while exploring the Japanese Gardens in Springfield Missouri.