Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Flowers
Like most houses do, ours had a modest little garden. My mother planted different types of flower plants in it. She drew water from the nearby well, watered the plants, trimmed them and planted new ones once in a while. As a young boy I had my own set of plants that I tended to. Every morning when I woke up I would go to the garden to check whether any new buds had come up. During the rainy season, in one corner there was a creeper with tiny red flowers that was my favourite. It seemed to grow rapidly each day. I had tied a string from one side of the house to the other, just under the eaves drop, for the creeper to hold on.
Ball's Falls - Niagara Escarpment, Ontario
The site occupies over 80 hectares (200 acres) of the original 480 hectares (1200 acres) purchased by the Ball brothers. George Ball constructed grist, saw, and wool mills, which lead to the growth of one of the first communities in this area. The hamlet was known as Ball's Mills, Louth Mills, Glen Elgin, and finally as Ball's Falls because of the two delightful cataracts on the property. In the mid 1800's, however, significant developments such as the railway and the Welland Canal led to the rapid growth of other villages below the escarpment, and by the turn of the century, most of the activity at Balls Falls had ceased.
Ball's Falls has been lovingly restored to its early 1800's atmosphere and now features an operating flour mill, a lime kiln, a church, family home, blacksmith shop, carriage shed, and more. In addition to its historical interest, Ball's Falls is also a centre for nature activities, offering a tremendous diversity of flora and fauna as well as excellent exposures of geologic strata.
The Bruce Trail passes through the very north end of the conservation area to the north of the lower falls. Hikes along the Bruce Trail either to the west or the east can be made from this location.
The Annual Ball's Fall Thanksgiving Festival of Arts & Crafts has been held for over 30 years just betwen the first and second Falls.
Summer time, Toronto
Cabbagetown, Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Cabbagetown is located in downtown Toronto, bounded by Wellesley, Parliament, and Gerrard streets and the Don Valley Expressway. In fact it should be correctly called Dona Vale but the name 'Cabbagetown' somehow stuck from the habit of its first residents growing cabbages on their front lawns. It is a heritage neighbourhood where many famous Canadians in the arts live.It remains as a popular tourist attraction, Victorian style homes lining the streets.
The well-known Cabbagetown Art & Crafts Sale is held in Riverdale Park, right beside Riverdale Farm in the centre of Cabbagetown. The farm consists of a small family farm with a farmhouse, barn, and a variety of heritage breed farm animals. Each year over 150 artists and craftspeople exhibit in the juried high quality arts and crafts sale.Gerrard to Sumach Street.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Getting to Sixty
When were in our teens we rarely thought of being sixty years of age, but then you know how time flies and that time is finally here. They say when you are sixty you first tend to forget names; then you forget faces; then you forget to zip up your fly; and then you forget to unzip your fly. But on the other hand it does take a long time to get there and its not easy - it took me 21,960 days to get there.
Having been born in the roaring forties, life has been a great experience - studying through the swinging fifties, long hair and side-burns, getting married in the fabulous seventies, and learning to manage kids through the rocking eighties and digital nineties.
Having been born in the roaring forties, life has been a great experience - studying through the swinging fifties, long hair and side-burns, getting married in the fabulous seventies, and learning to manage kids through the rocking eighties and digital nineties.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
JUST THOUGHTS
Thought 1:
When we are born, our mother's get the compliments and the flowers. When we are married, our brides get the presents and the publicity. When we die, our widows get the life insurance. What do women want to be liberated from?
Thought 2: The average man's life consists of - twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going; forty years of having his wife ask the same question; and at the end, the mourners wondering too.
Thought 3: A Man was walking down a street when he heard a voice from behind: u take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you."
The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished. He went on, and after a while he was going to cross the road.
Once again the voice shouted: "Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step a car will run over you, and you will die."
The man did as he was instructed, just as a car came careening around the corner, barely missing him.
"Where are you?" the man asked. "Who are you?" "I am your guardian angel," the voice answered. "Oh, yeah?" the man asked. "And where the hell were you when I got married?"
When we are born, our mother's get the compliments and the flowers. When we are married, our brides get the presents and the publicity. When we die, our widows get the life insurance. What do women want to be liberated from?
Thought 2: The average man's life consists of - twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going; forty years of having his wife ask the same question; and at the end, the mourners wondering too.
Thought 3: A Man was walking down a street when he heard a voice from behind: u take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you."
The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished. He went on, and after a while he was going to cross the road.
Once again the voice shouted: "Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step a car will run over you, and you will die."
The man did as he was instructed, just as a car came careening around the corner, barely missing him.
"Where are you?" the man asked. "Who are you?" "I am your guardian angel," the voice answered. "Oh, yeah?" the man asked. "And where the hell were you when I got married?"
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
THE BRIGHTER SIDE
As from today I shall pretend I am twenty with 40 years experience.
Convert that into Celsius and it should be about 16 with wind-chill.
From now on I shall select only sweet tunes as they say the older the fiddle sweeter the tune.
Have you ever wondered why sixty is considered as a great mile stone?
I think its simple - because if we were to count age in kilometres I would have been 94 years old today.
Days of inflation are long gone for me. Inflation was supposed to be when I paid fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut when I had hair. But inflation or no inflation – I don’t have to worry about rising cost of hair-cuts or try to get mileage from my hair anymore.
Today I embark on another 365-day journey around the sun, with wonderful friends and a loving family. And after having completed 60 round trips already I am happy to be alive to tell the tale. I thank God for a good life, a good wife, beautiful kids and excellent friends.
So let’s celebrate. Enjoy your evening.
Thank you for coming.
Convert that into Celsius and it should be about 16 with wind-chill.
From now on I shall select only sweet tunes as they say the older the fiddle sweeter the tune.
Have you ever wondered why sixty is considered as a great mile stone?
I think its simple - because if we were to count age in kilometres I would have been 94 years old today.
Days of inflation are long gone for me. Inflation was supposed to be when I paid fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut when I had hair. But inflation or no inflation – I don’t have to worry about rising cost of hair-cuts or try to get mileage from my hair anymore.
Today I embark on another 365-day journey around the sun, with wonderful friends and a loving family. And after having completed 60 round trips already I am happy to be alive to tell the tale. I thank God for a good life, a good wife, beautiful kids and excellent friends.
So let’s celebrate. Enjoy your evening.
Thank you for coming.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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