Not to be confused with Niagara-on-the-Lake. Don’t get me wrong. Both are lovely.
But, but, but…
One is an incredible edible — most of the time. Sometimes an hallucinogen. And sometimes deadly.
The other is a locale. An historic locale.
They’re both magic.
I found these on a stroll down the shore of Lake Ontario in my neck of Canadaland.
They were unexpected.
Here be Friday.
Take a step away from the news. Smell the mushrooms.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…
Who’s growing tomatoes?
There are twenty tomato seedlings sucking up the sunshine in the upstairs den. Three different varieties. This was taken a few days ago when they stood five inches at the highest. Today — seven inches. We might be running a little tomato stand this summer. But I always have to take into account the demon squirrels and the pigmunks and the undead bunnies when I think about yield. I could end up with a pint of tomatoes for my effort. Just sayin’.
Here be Hump Day in all its spring color palette.
Get jiggy with it.