
These flowers were blooming in Germany in middle March when I visited my relatives for a couple of days.


These pink flowers are called SchneeHeide or WinterHeide and appear at the end of Winter.
Hello! My name is Mike, and I live in Hillcrest Village in a city called North York in Ontario, Canada. Besides filberts and chocolate, my interests include movies (>3000 seen and counting), writing, Celtic things, stone circles, music and baking. I also recently got married to a wonderful, sweet, kind and beautiful Thai-Chinese Lady; we have a beautiful young girl. I am German in heritage, Canadian in heart.

These flowers were blooming in Germany in middle March when I visited my relatives for a couple of days.


These pink flowers are called SchneeHeide or WinterHeide and appear at the end of Winter.

We found this flower growing on the outside of my Dad's flower garden; we don't know how it got there, or what its name is.
We were done in Niagara Falls this week, and spent a little time at the Butterfly Conservatory, located on Niagara Parkway close to the Falls. It's an interesting place, they have lots of gardens there, rose, herb, vegetable, and so forth, and in one heat-controlled building, there are hundreds of butterflies flittering around the tropical plants. Very interesting, and fun for kids who enjoy nature and animals, it's always a joy to see the smile on a child's face when a butterfly lands on them (well, some of them cry or try to squirm away). Here are a bunch of the more interesting pictures we took.














We found this lucky hitchhiker in our bag of russet apples. We were lucky to get some russets this year, the season for them is quite short, two weeks, so some stands at the Farmer's Market had one. Luckily, we found one with lots.



This must be a good year for Trilliums, at least in a forest near my Dad's house. These two pictures give you only a taste of the whole hillside of white flowers.

I learned today that when trilliums age, they last about 20 years, and mature after 8-11 years, they sometimes go pink in colour.

This oddly sharp, crinkly one is neat.

The zilias at my Dad's place have multiplied tremendously, there is now a thick carpet of them along his driveway.

A tradition my Dad has been keeping lately, is to buy shamrocks on St. Patrick's Day. A little bit of green before Spring starts.

We had a cold snap for a long while in February. Often, that causes moisture to condense on the inside of windows and then freeze, creating beautiful crystal trees, with many branches.

We had a light sprinkling of snow on the weekend, these red berries looked quite good with their dusting.

My Dad decided to gift me this Christmas with some irises. They lasted quite long, and look beautiful.

I took this picture sometime at the end of summer, I thought it was quite pretty, the dew marking the web, strung between the blades of grass.

There are certain things that bring joy to my heart, this is one of them. There is a place in Cambridge, a Conservation Area called F.W.R. Dixon, frequented by many nature lovers and hiking enthusiasts, where one can feed the chickadees, they will fly to your hand and take seeds from them. It is a wonderful feeling to have this tiny animal approach so closely, so trustingly, and return for more. The seeds that you see in my hand are sunflower seeds, the chickadees take one or more, fly off to a branch, place the seed between their legs, and crack open the seed to extract the edible portion inside. This time of year, they are not as hungry as mid-winter, when there is little food about, but there is still the opportunity to have a close encounter with nature.

We were enjoying the very warm fall weather on the weekend by going for a walk in this excellent Conservation area near where my brother and his wife live, and we came across this tree with apples still hanging on them. They were still quite hard, and small, and definitely not sprayed in any way, most of them had spots on them. But we picked some, my Dad used to like them, what he called an Augustapfel in German.

Though a little bit fuzzy, this picture gives you a good idea of the beauty of the hisbiscus flower. My father enjoyed these in Africa when he was growing up, though the bushes were huge compared to the little plant that grows at his place. I like the long projecting stamen.


Probably because it’s been warmer than usual here in Ontario, like it has been most everywhere. They are beautiful, though.