Running a city is tough. Running a country is even tougher. Yesterday, we got our 2021 Census forms. The numbers the form supplies makes the government's task a little easier. The info is kept private and not open to public view for something in the order of 92 years.
And how does the government get the info? Do participants use the mail? Not necessarily. If one likes, the forms can be submitted using a unique identification number and sent directly to the government from one's home computer.
It's a daffodil and it isn't yellow.This may not surprise you but it took me by surprise. Hey, I'm not a horticulturist. My only contact with daffodils is the annual Canadian Cancer Society Daffodil Campaign. There are daffodil window stickers, daffodil lapel pins and daffodil pens. And all are, to the best of my knowledge, yellow.
So where were these rare(?) daffodils growing. Uh, I'm embarrassed to admit it but these beautiful, non-yellow daffodils were in my wife's garden a few feet from our large kitchen window. O.K. I'm not all that observant either.
It was cold yesterday. It rained last night and it continued into the morning. But the warm, spring sun broke through the clouds come afternoon. This lady found the perfect spot to enjoy the warm rays of spring sunshine: a chair outside Starbucks.
Warbler Woods is a well known forest on the far southwest edge of London. The woods have been reduced in size over the passing of years. Two suburban developments encroach on the woods, one from the east and the other from the west.
Still the woods attract a lot of folk this time of year. It is known for the thousands of trilliums that blanket the forest floor, especially just in from its southern entrance. The tillium is the provincial flower it blooms annually in early May.
The parking lot was filled with cars but we soon found that we, like the other folk, had jumped the gun. We were too early. We may have seen a couple of dozen white blooms but that was it. I'd run a picture of one of those flowers but I can't. My camera batteries died.
The kids saw a woolly bear (a type of caterpillar), a large toad and a number of different wild flowers including the few trilliums we spotted. And we saw lots of hikers on the hilly trails. But no pictures could be taken. So, today's picture is an old image of the mushrooms that are so often sighted along the paths in Warbler Woods.
I'll charge my camera and head back, maybe tomorrow. It really is worth some photos.
Inspired by images posted here, tonight I headed out the door and into the rain. I wondered if my rather mundane neighbourhood lit by the setting sun augmented by the golden glow of street lights reflecting from the wet pavement would take on a whole new feeling. If I could have captured the couple walking their dog, I'd have had the picture. Oh well . . . time to dry the lens.
April is coming to its end. Soon the parks in London will be filled with recently hatched little goslings. The little birds crowd the sidewalks and seem to be constantly underfoot. Thank goodness they are cute.
Standing on the lookout watching the sunset, I heard a little chatter from a group standing nearby. I could make out "moon." Odd, I thought. Then I turned around and wham, I saw the moon bright in the sky above the subdivision. Looking about, I could see I was among the last to notice the bright white sphere.
Often pictures of the moon are washed out, detail gone, done in by the curse of over-exposure. Not this night. The relatively bright, blue sky teamed with the incredibly bright moon made it easy for the camera to pick the perfect exposure.
