I bought blood oranges because they’re neat!
But also yummy!
Just the end of the May Garden.
Yes I know it’s June!
More from mum’s garden. This backyard is always a slice of paradise for me.
A Toronto tradition, where people from all over the city make the pilgrimage to High Park to see the glorious cherry trees in their Spring bloom.
I haven’t attended in a couple of years, but time — as with everything now — I participated. I sauntered into the park, snapping away. I lay down on the grass and enjoyed the warm weather and the people and most of all the trees.
Forsythia from High Park, just bask in it’s glorious colour.
I promise, I will edit. I have so many photos, and no edits – yet!
Where is the time going? How is it Spring?
How is it April?!
Soon I will be be outside, with cherry blossoms and magnolias. But for now I will bask in the glory that is Allan Gardens.
I love a good green house. There is something so special about them, especially in winter — cozy, humid, lush. I visited Allan Gardens here in Toronto recently, here are a few of my fave snaps.
No slipping. No sliding.
No jazzhands. No smoking.
No joking. No midnight toking.
No blaming others.
No cynics. No keeping your feelings secret.
(But don’t just blurt them out either0
No picking our nose.
No garlic tonight if you are on a first date.
No looking at your phone.
No negativity. No pessimism.
No waiting for the future.
(Unless you are reading this sign outside the pearly gates)
No hanging out with unhappy people.
No reading any further.
Hey, no reading any further!
No clinging. No complacency.
No hating. No looking at the time.
No secrets. No jealousy.
Have fun. Hold hands. Keep warm.
No postings. No posters.
(Including this one)
No shouting. No cussing.
No nepotism. No jerks.
No sugar. No calories. No gluten.
No grudges. No lying.
(Except about your age or the reason you didn’t text back this morning)
No stink eye. No art critics.
No pretentious gazing.
No over analyzing the sculptures.
No dump pick up lines. No ghosts.
No foam or bubble parties.
No drugs. No puking.
No strutting. No loud music.
(Unless it is ours)
No saying “no” unless it is necessary.
No cannibalism. No headhunting.
No fox hunting. Actually no hunting anything at all.
No swimming. No complaining.
No shivering. No bikinis.
(This will not be strictly enforced)
No foul language.
No eating discoloured snow.
No taking second-rate photos.
(Or exchanging keys)
No shoving. No pushing.
No pets that bite.
No big PDAs. No acronyms.
No Christmas carols.
No peeing. No glass.
No peeing into a glass
No runny noses.
No being bored or cold.
No touching the sculptures.
Have fun. Hold hands. Keep warm.
Hey blog, how are you? Not bad, not bad — you? Fan-fucking-tastic, thank you for asking. 10 days ago I ventured out to the beloved Distillery District in the snow. I loved every minute of it.
I’m not sure if this is my best work, or even the best edit of this purple cone flower. But I like it, so here it is.
I don’t have a lot of hobbies, I never have. But one thing I love is camping. I love the swimming, the silly energy, the quiet moments at night, the greenery.
Last summer I visited Presqu’ile Provincial Park where I whiled away the time hanging with the plants.
Again from Oct 2016. I can be anywhere in the world, I will still fawn over gardens.
Oct 2016, second time in Paris. Honestly, the first trip was better.
From a 2016 trip to Algonquin Provincial Park. Fantastic trip, great people, superb mushrooms.
Chichicastenango Market, Guatemala Feb 2017. I had the honour of traveling with my great uncle and sister for 15 days. Our time at this market was all too short.
All photography by me.
Campeche, Mexico, Feb 2017. I had the honour of traveling with my great uncle and sister for 15 days. Campeche is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, one of many we had the pleasure to see.
Flowers from my Mom’s gardens.
in our annual tradition of going to the CNE, I spent a little time practicing with longer exposure times of all the pretty lights.