You may wonder why I’ve begun with this bleak picture. Well, it makes me sad. Each time I walk by I want to cry. This chopped down brush guards a tiny creek. This tiny creek would feed the brush, the brush in turn would be full of bird song when I’d walk by. I believe it was cut down to allow more sun to reach the vineyard. Though the grapes are truly a fair way off. I’m sickened that someone would value a few grapes over precious natural habitat.
This tiny creek can produce beautiful watercress and catnip abounds. And directly across the road from where the brush was cruelly cut down (and not even a neat job of it!) there is a pond where the Conservancy is working to try to reestablish a population of local frog species. I wish the winery would realize being good neighbors and partners with this sort of thing would be good advertising. Being a good steward is cool!
Ok, I’ve finished my rant.
And why a rusty old penny you ask?
Why, because this is a rare thing, and will only become rarer now that pennies are not used in Canada. I have picked up pennies all my life and will miss that. Strange it will seem irrelevant to our grandchildren.
Why this sign?
It just caught my eye, so bold and bright! Shouting forcefully – SLOW DOWN! But not everyone does.
Drat! Why did I forget my “good” camera in the car? I could only get so close to this eagle before…
He swooped off across the glassy lake.
As I sort of started with greenery, I will end with it as well. What a welcome sight pushing up through the ground.
Hope you enjoyed coming on my walk with me today.