Down the street from where I live we have a lawn bowling club. It’s been there for 120 years. It was established June 24,1902 and is the oldest lawn bowling club in Toronto. I’ve been walking past the greens for decades and never gave playing the game a second thought until my neighbour across the street recruited me and two other neighbours to join. This happened shortly after I retired from teaching.
Even during COVID we managed to keep the greens open with a very limited number of players. This season we’re back in full swing and hoping to bring more members into the club. People laugh when I tell them I’ve joined the club but after our open house last week where the public could try lawn bowling for free, more people, young and old, saw a new side to lawn bowling. It is not just a sport for the elderly. It is challenging but not too cumbersome and it’s a lot of fun.
I love seeing photos of people going about their normal day but I’ve always been intimidated about taking photos of strangers on the street. On the weekend when I was taking my camera for a walk I discreetly took shots of people enjoying the sunny and warm day.
Last year the turtles in the pond over at Col. Sam Smith Park were nowhere to be seen. Yesterday I decided to vote early for the upcoming Provincial election and I decided to take the scenic route through the park to my polling station. As I got closer to the pond I heard a few boys shouting to one another and one of them mentioned he was on the Turtle Path. This name was new to me but I decided to turn left towards an opening in the pond to see if the turtles had indeed returned.
To my absolute delight, did I not only see one turtle but at least a dozen of them in all sizes. Another woman was also viewing them and we started to talk. She confirmed that they weren’t around last year. I asked her if they were painted turtles (she seemed to know quite a bit about these prehistoric creatures) and she said they were. She also told me that she had just come across a huge snapping turtle on the side of the pond. I decided to save this for another day. I’ll make sure to bring my camera with the telephoto lens.
“The longest river in France is the Loire. It is 634 miles (1,020 kilometers) long. The Loire Valley is a popular tourist area known for its châteaus (French for “castles”). The scenic valley is sometimes called the Garden of France.
The Loire River begins about 4,500 feet (1,370 meters) above sea level in the Cévennes mountain range of southern France. It is fed by melting snow from mountain peaks. The Loire flows north through central France before swinging in a great curve past the city of Orléans and turning westward. It empties into the Atlantic Ocean near the city of Nantes.” Sourced from kids.britannica.com
We saw the Loire in Tours and then again on our castle visits in Amboise and Blois.
On our visit to the Royal Chateau Amboise, we saw the river from the top of the castle, overlooking the Loire Valley.
On our last castle tour in Blois we saw the Loire River again from the lookout on the castle grounds and then again at street level.
Last week, the rain cleared away the last bits of snow, the sun warmed up the air and the ground and I even sat on a log by the beach and enjoyed watching the ducks on the lake and the Great Blue Heron on the pond.
…..and then the temperature dropped and we woke up to this on Sunday morning.
It’s still icy cold and this morning more snow fell after I dropped my daughter and her family off at the airport. When they arrived in Moncton, N.B. they were greeted with hail. Ahhhh, winter in Canada. Luckily, we know that spring is just around the corner but we can’t put the boots away just yet.
When the sun shines and the winds are minimal I love to walk along the shores of this Great Lake. Even when the temperatures are sitting at -10 degrees celsius the walk is very mediative. The lake rarely freezes because it is so deep but on a day like this when the water is perfectly still it is so clear that you can see the bottom close to the shore.
I am a fan of swans and have lots of photos of them in the archives but I decided to go for a walk late this afternoon to see if I could find some close to home. I walked east of the house and stayed close to the edge of the parks looking for these beautiful birds. I one area where I usually see up to a dozen or more was inaccessible because the ramp to the lake was piled high with snow from the ploughs.
I continued further east and finally came across a flock of them about a kilometre or more from the house. Here are my swans in winter on the shores of Lake Ontario in Toronto.