Saturday, 25 June 2016
Not all of us are Québécois de souche (although grandson Thomas Édouard has ancestors who arrived in the middle of the 17th century from France), but Lee and I chose to live here and the grandkids and their parents were born here or (in the case of Jeanne's father) also chose Quebec.
This reflection comes as the British are trying to come to grips with what they did on Thursday. People, it seems, didn't really believe that Brexit would pass. Can't understand how people could vote to leave without considering the implications. But apparently that's what happened in many cases.
Now, there may be good arguments for leaving the European Union, but just because you're angry is not one....
Sunday, 19 June 2016
I'm always of two minds about overgrown, shaggy spaces. A weed, after all, is just a plant growing where you don't want it, right? And my own approach to gardening is what I call Darwinan. In other words, what grows, grows. Sometimes the unplanned array of flowers is truly wonderful.
But then there are yards where people have opted for grass and yet who don't do anything about what grows there until it becomes a grass fire hazard. With just a little thought they could have a low maintenance yard that is a delight for birds and butterflies and also is easy on the eyes too.
Sunday, 12 June 2016
Sunday, 5 June 2016
They don't bloom until late May or early June here, and now I'm pleased to report that they are lovely right now.
What I'm not so pleased about is the way the Paris is being submerged in flood waters. Not so surprising, I suppose: the location was originally chosen because it was on easily-defended islands in the middle of the Seine. But the recent photos I've seen have given me a little wrench because so many of them show places I've walked completely covered in water, like this pathway along the Seine.