When I'm fifty three...............

Cake , stove , old man .

Rainbow in May .

That was the day that Daisy died................

Sure something , death , after 6 months of increasing illness , Daisy finally died this morning , poor , poor darling Daisy , not an easy life , no easy death , hopefully off to a better place .




We had her for only one year , and just a few days shy of her 10th birthday , but man , Daisy rocked , she was the kindest , happiest of hound , not a beauty ,but she always managed to crack us up with her funny ears , four legged vertical jumps , and her floppy lying down and big smile walk.


Go girl go !


And life continues , dogwalks ,sunshine , Mt. Arrowsmith , beach...............



Sticks for Tashi the retriever hound

Changes and the "we're a pack " song.

Bye , bye mud puddle .
Look at all that fresh bark mulch , sexy .



Thanks to Ben the Wwoofer , poetry in motion...



And now for something completely different : our "Pack Song "

Noisy birds and Selma running .

Roe , Daisy and mud .

Herring roe season , this attracts not only fishermen and gardeners , but also lots of animals , last Sunday people counted 50000 Sea gulls on Big Trib , only a few left .


Daisy enjoying the sun , poor old girl .


Oh dear still some work to do , and my back is hurting already.

Stoney Creek 2010 .

Not everything was "all work and no play" , movie time at Wat Khmer Krom .

And then there was all that wonderful food .

And some meditation as well of course.

That's the view from the escarpment , big Toronto in the distance .

And this is the Wat , not that beautiful , but it's got a big heart .