Cranberry delight
I felt like I was walking in my own wonderland. Given permission to wander and enjoy, I took full advantage and drove down towards the fields of now harvested cranberries.
The light drizzle and clouds over head, did nothing to dampen the thrill of the experience.

There was a calm, the ducks, and birds were nesting and peaceful, the waters drifted lazily along, enjoying the pull of the breezes.

I had wanted to visit the Cranberry fields for a very long time. The other day, I slowed down, and took the winding country lane down to the farm. Upper Canada Cranberries, Ottawa’s only cranberry grower. Greely, Ontario. 613-798-6232, or the other number shown, 613-720-6232.
It is of course off season, the harvesting had been down, workers were gone, it was just me and whatever wild life called the farm home.

I was happy, my spirits were soaring with the high of being alive and able to be there at that moment in time. For me, it was a blessings, pure intoxicating love for all that IS.
The owner was busy when I was driving out, I hope he knows how content I was. He lives and works in this environment all year. WOW… He has a small store front, for days he is open. You can get fresh cranberries, and pure cranberry juice, no sugar. That my dears is a find. If you are in the area, please look the place up.
This was a very special blessing, I followed through on my desire to visit the farm, there was no distraction. My reward was the intense feelings of being ONE with the environment I was in.
I wish this for each and every one of you. Have a joy filled day… now and always.
Oyashikiri


May the day shine brightly for you. Sunday and we are not having a service this morning, because of the service last evening. What does one do on a Sunday morning, when there is no service. I to Drucilla’s displeasure, decided to play with my paint and other supplies to start on a makeover for her. I have told her that this is therapeutic for both of us, but her silence tells me, …. it is all in my head.







Bom dia, Happy Friday dear my dears
Happy September 18th everyone.

While out driving the other day. I reflected on that question myself. We are asked, at least I am, on a fairly regular basis. I was out driving the back roads, and needed to find my way, or get my bearings. After a while, the farm land was starting to all look the same. In other words I was getting weary, and needed a change. Searching the skies I saw a steeple off in the distance, in the countryside here, both in Quebec and Ontario, you can always count on a church steeple to guide you towards “civilization”