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.

Cross Winds

The last gasp of winter past was all too deter-mined yesterday. While the sun broke now and again it couldn't compete with the bitter wind that assailed anyone caught in the open. And even while in my truck I could feel the weight of cross winds bearing down on me.

And while the only vehicle on one of our less travelled roads two young deer bounded across my path and melted into the wooded shoulder moments later. I like to believe there's a message to be had from witnessing such natural things... Life can be as simple or as complicated as you choose it to be.

My pic today is from the Royal Botanical Gardens in Hamilton.