Froggy time of year


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treefrog on iris leaves


This is the time of year when the wee frogs start emerging from the pond; I’ve found a couple while deadheading irises (DON’T get me started on the idiocy of the people who planted them in the first place). When I spotted this little guy I grabbed my camera and shot a few pictures.

side view of treefrog on leaf

They’re not as crisp as they could be; the light was really too low for handholding…

treefrog on fingertip

….especially when handholding with one hand because the frog was on the other one. But good enough, I think.

Yard mods


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2 guys shoving tree debris into a chipper

A busy day today. The Limber Tree Service came and took out two pines that were leaning over the house, and cut back a whack of the weeping willow*. (There’s lots more to do, but it’s a good start; the rest will wait till the fall sometime.) We ended up with an ginormous pile of chips (look at them flying out the end of the chipper! whee!), so our yardwork regimen for some time to come will involve moving wheelbarrows of them to mulch garden beds and paths.

What with the new vistas and the mulch, everything will look MUCH different.

*And what did we do while they worked their butts off? We rode our bikes from one end of the island to the other and had lunch on the patio at Silva Bay.

The other irises


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purple and yellow iris 1

The owners who landscaped around our yard and around the pond, long before we bought the property, planted yellow flag irises. Sigh. Much of my yard work every summer is a long, futile, and very muddy attempt to fight this invasive species back. (One strategy I’ve seen described: cover the plants with a heavy tarp, weight it down, make sure it extends well beyond the area of the plants; leave the tarp in place for several YEARS and you MIGHT kill them.)

But elsewhere in the yard—in a dry spot—there’s another iris. I don’t know what it is, some sort of purple flag? I don’t think it’s a native variety, but it’s hard to know. Unlike most irises I’ve seen, it’s got very subtle colours—the purple and yellow together almost have a brownish tinge. The flowers are smaller and seem less floppy than many irises. It’s so self-effacing that the flowers always take me by surprise: omg, there are flowers here!

purple and yellow iris 2

It’s not flashy, but it sure is elegant.

purple and yellow iris 3

“There’s no one way to be beautiful.”



Yesterday someone I follow on Twitter retweeted a link to a Cosmopolitan article. A young journalist had sent a photo of herself, with no makeup, to a bunch of Photoshoppers and asked them to “make me look beautiful.” If they weren’t sure what she meant, she said that they should “make her look like “a woman in one of their country’s fashion magazines.” (I could challenge the assumptions that fashion = beauty and requires makeup, but never mind, it was given as a reference point for the project and such a challenge is a whole ‘nother post.)

This article collects the initial results of her project.

And those results are quite interesting. As the article points out, most included light skin and blue or green eyes, showing “how euro-centric beauty ideals are around the world.” But apart from that, there are some interesting variations and flavours in regional ideas of beauty. Germany seems very avant-garde, for example. Images from some countries look more “natural” than others.

Most Photoshoppers focused on applying digital makeup and removing perceived imperfections (what is seen as an imperfection is interesting in itself). But the ones that stood out to me were the ones from the Philippines and the US, which went further than that. Okay, changing the hair is something that could go along with using makeup. But in the left-hand image from the US, the artist even changed the facial proportions. The result is that she is completely unrecognizable and looks like she’s about fourteen instead of twenty-four.

Make me look beautiful, she said. This may look like someone in a fashion magazine, but it’s no longer her. What does that say about ideals of beauty?

Going slow


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shady trail through woods with golden retriever

This is where we go for bike rides. Aren’t we lucky?

It’s hard to be a longhaired dog on a warm day. Especially when you’re nine and don’t have the energy you used to. Especially when you really, really WANT TO GO FOR A WALK and your people want to go for a bike ride.

So compromises get made. The bikes go, but they go very slowly.

dog drinking from cloth water bowl

There are frequent stops for short rest and water breaks and everyone has their own water dish.

We stop for a loooonnnnng rest at the lookout. That way the people can eat an energy bar and look at the flowers.

field of daisies

Daisies! Invasive, but awfully pretty.

While the humans are doing silly things like taking pictures (well, one human) the dog gets to relax in the shade. (And maybe be a bit goofy and eat a stick that was home to a bunch of ants.)


It works out for everyone.

happy golden retriever

See? I told you you’d be happier if you took me with you.

An excursion


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tidal inlet

Every once in a while we leave our island and go Somewhere Else; this was one of those days. Weather a bit iffy, but on the whole good, mostly cloud to keep us cool with occasional sunny breaks later to cheer us. We took our bikes on a foot ferry to Newcastle Island, a provincial park, and rode around the whole thing (well, as much as was designated bike trail). At one point we dumped the bikes and took our panniers (memo to self: use backpack next time) to a beach where we ate granola bars (or in my case, a muffin) and whistled at a raccoon that hadn’t looked around to see who was there when it came onto the beach. (Much startlement!) Then we ambled with our bikes to a viewpoint and finished lunch. Then we headed home and the brief rain just missed us.

marsh grass

These pictures are from a little mini-inlet that runs from ocean into a saltgrass meadow. I was quite taken by the grass, which looked astonishingly like someone had given it a bad haircut. There were a couple of nondescript brown birds running around in the grass; I’m not positive as I didn’t have binos but I think they were cowbirds. There were also three killdeer on the mud, with much birdy yelling—I suspect a youngun asking for food and parents saying “You’re on your own now, kiddo.”

looking out at the ocean with the city in the distance

A lovely day altogether.


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