SPRING" painted by
Frederick Walker
POEM
SPRING FORAGING: 
SPRING WILDFLOWERS:
SPRING WILDFLOWERS
The number of wildflowers that grow on our
130+ (mainly wooded) acreage never ceases to amaze me. At the moment I
am just finishing up photographing the numerous spring varieties. Can honestly
say I WILL get them done this year.
We seem to be on a blended cusp of wildflower growth; a merging of south
and north varieties. Years ago as an amusement for when I went to the far
North with Tom ( he was there doing his geology), I took along a
well known book:"A.E.Porsild's: Illustrated Flora of the Canadian
Arctic Archipelago". During the time I spent up there; (just south of Ungava
Bay at the top of Quebec) I was amazed at how enamored I'd become with
wildflowers. Over the next twenty odd years I've constantly added to my
knowledge; and my one wild flower book is now at least a collection of
around fifty many of them rare early editions. It is with great joy that
I walk down most paths and "know" the names of the plants around me. An
even greater joy, and alas these are getting fewer is the finding "new-to-me"
flower which I have to research and get to know. So far the "one" newbie
to me was our clump of Albino "Pink" Lady's Slippers discovered on our
wet trail just last spring. So without further ramblings these are Apsley
Acer's Spring Wildflowers. In future I hope to have it so you click on
the coloured thumbnails; and hopefully in the future that will take you
to larger photos; names and descriptions etc.. But until then
this will have to do. It will give you something to look forward to..LOL.
(All the photos have been taken by myself; feel free to use them for personal/non-profit
use). As I get the other seasons finished I will add them to this page.
I do hope you enjoy.
CLICK THE BUTTERFLIES TO SEE THE DIFFERENT
COLOURED
SPRING WILDFLOWERS:
To see
white wildflowers:
To see
yellow wildflowers:
To see
blue/mauve wildflowers:
To
see pink/red wildflowers:
To
see orange and odd wildflowers:
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Winter Break
by Archibald Lampman from Lyrics
of Earth
All day between high-curded clouds the sun
Shone down like summer on the steaming planks.
The long bright icicles in dwindling ranks
Dripped from the murmuring eaves till one
by one They fell. As if the spring had now begun,
The quilted snow, sun-softened to the core,
Loosened and shunted with a sudden roar
From downward roofs. Not even with day
done
Had ceased the sound of waters, but all night
I heard it. In my dreams forgetfully
bright Methought I wandered in the April woods,
Where many a silver-piping sparrow was,
By gurgling brooks and sprouting solitudes,
And stooped, and laughed, and plucked hepaticas.
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