Road kill

The Green Party, one of the five main parties seeking votes in the October 14 vote, is aiming to make inroads this time around. A sign for our local Green candidate somehow made it into the southbound lane of a highway on the weekend, and was run over by traffic. So, was the placement of this sign an accident, an act of vandalism, or a clever tactic to make a statement about the impact of our wasteful ways on the planet?

A little to the left

The visit by Liberal leader Stéphane Dion to Alexandria began with the movement of Dan Boudria's campaign sign a little to the left and ended with the leader kissing hands and shaking babies. In the interim, we got up close and personal with some of the staff members, such as the one to the right in the top photo, who was never unplugged.

It was very exciting, actually.

Turkeys shoot the breeze

With Thanksgiving approaching, this flock of wild turkeys is plotting camouflage strategy.

Wetting the beak

You know the water in this lake is good when even the ducks are drinking it..

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!

Summer growth

This has been another humid summer in our part of the world. Conditions have been great for gardens, which have produced splendid flora, such as this lily in Ronna's summer, and the less spectacular, such as this natural water receptacle that has latched onto one of my trees.

Nature, go figure.

Another sushi fan

Ronna serves up a helping of sushi to Barny, who has quickly developed a taste for raw fish, along with raw birds, toads and most any other forest creature he can get his tiny yet strong paws on!

Hosta vistas

The hostas Ronna gave me last year have bloomed.

Hummer

Ronna's flower garden attracts an assortment of creatures, none of which is more entertaining, or fast, as this hummingbird, which makes frequent yet brief visits to the colourful foliage.

No cell phone

When we took in a tour of the former L'Orignal Jail, just down the road from Hawkesbury, Ronna made the mistake of complaining about the absence of cable TV service in her room and well, she made a public spectacle of herself.

Young performers

At the Vankleek Hill, Ontario fiddle and step dancing contest, if your toe is not tapping, you had better check your pulse. There is always a fiddle tune being played somewhere.

For the young competitors, however, waiting in the wings, and watching the opposition, can be nerve-wracking.

Son of a bee

So, you are working like a son of a bee, probing for sweet stuff while trying to stay airborne and some guy keeps taking your picture. It is time to get back to the hive and plan a sting.