Oy! What a show!

One of the best shows Ronna and I attended recently was a concert by the Montréal Klezmer Trio who presented a lively and trilingual (English, French and Yiddish) performance at an Anglican church near Lachute. Here we see the flying hands of Henri Oppenheim.

Camouflage

This little creature emerged after Ronna and I had started splitting firewood a few weeks ago.

We thought the critter might croak after being evicted, but he said little, giving us the eye as he perched on top of a log to check out the real estate market.

We referred him to a nice place down the road, called Frog Hollow. Honest, that is the name of the place.

Prime colours

Some of Ronna's lilies have just peaked, providing a chance to stop and look into the heart of the flowers, where apparently pieces of brown rice can be found in a form of suspended animation.
Again, Mother Nature proves she has a colourful sense of humour.

Getting our goat

Ronna and I were invited to a goat roast Friday. The dinner had been cooking all day, in a pit.
Talk about your slow cooking movement!