Close Shot Friday… Possibly 103


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…


Humpity Day: Tomahto…

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.