IF A TREES FALLS...

A friend recently sent me this, so it's making the rounds, perhaps you've seen it, too. I was amazed at the creativity and labor that went into this, painstakingly turning and fitting each piece of wood so it lies just right. I'm wondering if this tree was created to be left as a natural sculpture, to let nature do its work over time (Frost's "slow smokeless burning of decay") or if someone is taking it part again, log by log, for warmth and cheer on chilly nights. I don't know who created this, or who took the picture, to properly credit them, but I certainly thank them, and salute their ingenuity!

Link to Robert Frost's poem The Wood-Pile

YES, WE HAVE NO CUCUMBERS

In contrast to the bustling central Farmer's Market I visited when I lived in the foothills, little stands like this can be found all over the place where I live now. Leamington is part of a huge produce-growing area in Ontario. Some of the roads on the outskirts of town are lined with homes, just like a residential street, but if you look behind them as you drive by, there's always a big garden, and often a complex of greenhouses. The vast majority of these little stands operate on the honor system, although sometimes you'll see grandparents and grandchildren sitting there in the shade. Not yesterday, however, when I went out for a drive and took this photo. No sign saying, "Come back next summer" needed. On the way home I took the second shot of a sparkling cornfield, with four different trees. I assume the one on the far left is a willow, but I don't know about the others. I just like the way they were all standing there, shoulder to shoulder, like friends in a row.





Also (ta-da!)an award! It's from Sylvia for the Van Gogh's Ear Award, for having an inspiring blog. That is truly is an honor coming from a fellow blogger I admire very much. To someone like me, this is especially meaningful. No, not because I'm a hooker (good grief!) but because I was an Art History major!! Thanks Sylvia!