Most images in my February posts were pretty bleak-looking in terms of the colour palette, so I’ll finish off the month with something brighter in honour of a very vibrant little girl.
These hair elastics are labelled as “ouchless” on the package (not entirely true). They stretch and snap after a while, but we find they hold pigtails like nobody’s business. They’re slick and bright and shiny, which not only pleased my flashy first-grader but also inspired this photo for Narami’s weekly feature, Tuesdays of Texture.
When we got home from the store with the new package of elastics, my daughter picked out all the black ones and all the white ones and gave them to me. “You can have the plain ones,” she generously offered. She already has a good grasp of her mother’s neutral style. Her own style, she refers to as “fancy” (pronounced with an English accent). Aptly, she calls mine “not fancy” (but without the accent).
Though she loves them all, she likes the orange elastics best.
Shine on, girl, shine on.
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(Love notes #5, #4, #3, #2, #1.)
Normally, a February visit to the playground wouldn’t be my idea of a good time. But with record-breaking mild temperatures this week in southern Ontario, it seemed wrong not to go.
True, things were a bit soggy. But pools of melted snow, evidently, are even more fun than the swings and slides. In fact, when they’re located directly beneath the swings and slides, they improve the experience.
The best is when there’s a lake underneath the park bench.
*(Note: check boots for holes before visiting the soggy playground).
Rubber boots and muddy puddles are a naturally perfect pairing for this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge (A Good Match).
Well, I confess that the photos of this Thursday’s Doors are mostly windows. But they have fake shutters that look like doors, so…
In Waterloo today, I took a few minutes to wander past the Seagram Lofts.
These buildings, part of the former Seagram’s Distillery, housed storage facilities for whiskey barrels starting in the early 1900s. (An informative post about the history of the buildings can be found on the City of Waterloo’s Foundations blog here).
Nearly twenty years ago the buildings were converted into lofts, with some commercial units as well. They’re beautiful. (At least from the outside. When I make a friend who lives there and invites me over, I’ll let you know about the interior. But I’m guessing I won’t be disappointed).
The small windows, with their stationary blue shutters, add striking interest to the simplicity of the architecture. Larger, modern windows (not pictured here because I find the miniature ones more compelling) line the sides of the buildings. The landscaping is minimalist and modern, and the location – in thriving Uptown Waterloo – is vibrant and convenient.
I just love the lines of these windows.
Seagram Lofts are a lovely example of adaptive re-use.
Thanks for sticking with me, door-lovers, despite this post being pretty heavy on the windows. 😊
To avoid injury, embarrassment, and at least one load of laundry, appropriate footwear* is strongly recommended when squelching through the mud beside a waterfall or attempting to descend a steep and slimy wooden staircase in the forest.
*1. Treads are helpful
2. Don’t wear Posh Wellies
3. Don’t wear any shoe with the word “Posh” in the brand name
This tree – I think it may be a yellow birch – knows what it’s doing.
A bit of reading (here, here and here) suggests that it’s not completely certain why the bark naturally peels from some trees. It may be a mechanism to protect from a build-up of parasites and other pests, or it may be that the dead outer bark must split and peel away to allow the tree to grow. Maybe both, or neither, depending on the species.
In all likelihood, it sheds for a practical reason, whether or not that reason is clear to us. This casting-off and renewal is necessary, ongoing, and messy, and is just as much a part of the tree’s being as is the shape of its leaves or the taste of its sap.
And the tree is beautiful, not despite this unkempt-looking evidence of its existence, but because of it.
Maybe it could teach us a thing or two.
Close-ups of bark are naturals for Narami’s Tuesdays of Texture.
In my opinion, 8 degrees Celsius isn’t really a warm enough outdoor temperature in which to remove one’s winter gear and fling it onto the pavement in sad, crumpled heaps. Apparently, my kids disagree.
I let it go. We were all just happy to feel the sunlight on our faces.