I was taking some photos around Tiny House Ontario while the dogs were in the cloth porch.
They did not like being on the other side much! I took a photo just to see if it would work through the cloth porch. Imp, Minnie and Rudigrrr Wolf put up a real fuss.
Imp and Rudigrrrr Wolf had to be photographed again through the sheer side, and I share with you because it is far too goofy to keep to myself.
Bonny is a huge oak tree. She lives near the end of my driveway, since long before my driveway, and since long before I existed.
When my girlfriend Colleen Murphy came to visit, she took a number of photos of her. We also noticed a coon up in her branches and today when I walked the dogs, I found that the coon was scurrying around up there, so Bonny must be her home. I took a couple of photos of Colleen with Bonny and wanted to share the joy!
FYI: At about five foot up Bonny’s circumference is about five metres; I guess at her base she is more like 8 -9 metres. She is a real living giant.
This morning when I woke at Tiny House Ontario, it was not the forest, but the phone that greeted me. A call about my computer and then another call to meet my cousin Sandy at the family graveyard. I had never been there before, because no one seemed to know how to find it, but he had been brought there by my Great Uncle George when he was young and remembered vaguely. We met there this morning about about 9:00 am.
I won’t share where it is unless you are family and want to know, but I will share that it is a bit of an odyssey to get there. When we arrived there was just one stone visible and a little marker that says J McC. Sandy remembered that there were more and had a trowel so we checked under the moss and found that there were a number of bits. Here is what we found of our ancestors headstones as well as the ruins from the original house, well, barns, outbuildings.
The thread of belonging for this is: The McConnell’s married into the Hendersons who married into the Comptons, who married into the Rickards, who married into the Morelands. The former farm is on a Kingston escarpment where the water runs sulfur.
I think that these folks are my great, great, great grandparents – but am not 100% sure, Sandy will look at his notes. It will be cool to get them up on Ancestry.com because they will not exist there having been buried for the last 40 years or so.
There are things that show themselves to you in the forest, only if you walk through peacefully and you are open to seeing.
“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” ~ Thoreau
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not. ~ Lorax, Dr. Seuss
I can’t tell you how grateful I am that Colleen brought her camera and shared her great photography with me and you!
From a utility standpoint, the lights are great, because they allow me to stay up and read or just contemplate my next project. But they look so cute from outside! I so much wanted to share a photo with you because I think it looks charming or enchanted.
Do you agree?
Thanks again Colleen for sharing the day and your skills! xo L
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