The gist of things here in my hometown, set within the arcs of things in the wider world, all from my uniquely biased point of view. Feel free to extend the horizons with your comments.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
It's not really mine. A neighbour owns the land on the outwash plain in the foreground, and up the first main slope of the hills. Beyond that, all the way to the horizon and down the forested north slope beyond, the land is all part of my parents' farm, where I grew up.
I made a run out there yesterday morning to pick up a load of manure from the old cattle-feeding area, now a garden and orchard. It's almost twenty years since they wintered cattle there, and the manure has rotted down to black gold. I get to take as much as I want, and enjoy the scenery along the way.
Saskatoon (Amelanchier alnifolia) (above and below)
Western Canada violet (Viola canadensis) (above and below)
In case you didn't notice the crocuses, golden-bean (Thermopsis rhombifolia) makes sure you know that it's spring.