Proof that the Purdon Fen ecosystem is at least a month behind the rest of the region. Here, trilliums still bloom while their more urban cousins have (...)

After that masterful segway, here is the first rose of the year. For me, that is.

From wild rose to yellow weed. Beauty knows no class and bestows her charms on all.

From the worm to the ... what the heck is that! All I know is that this tag was just off the Hull bikepath near the bridge.

So here I am doing primary colours - I feel like I'm back in kindergarten, only my garten is much bigger now.

Old railroad tracks are great places to find all kinds of different flowers. These little guys are the first to colonize the railbed gravel.

Another lovely close-up.

I love clover. I love its smell and it is so useful to all life.

An old favourite. Who hasn't placed a buttercup under a partner's chin?

Another neglected plant - oats gone wild.

A parting shot of ... more oats!

Continuing up the river, past Aylmer, at sunrise.

These shore ferns made me think of the Land That Time Forget.

Yes, this is a grass plant in bloom. You know, the tall grass with the broad leaves that you used to use as a kid to make rude noises between your han (...)

Yup, it's that bridge again, up near Fort-Coulonge. I liked the flowers in the foreground.

Natured called so I parked by this meadow. It was a lovely spot.

Daisy ... daisy ... stop dancing in the wind. You move like crazy, my camera's chasing you.

Well, it was time to re-visit the Experimental Farm to see what was blooming. The peonies were putting on a grand show in the main beds. These things (...)

A close-up view of a peony bud.

Since there was a lot of dew about I decided to shoot some abstracts featuring it.