Instead, it’s this street library that’s charmed me. Within a few blocks of my brother’s home in OBrien Lake neighborhood, is The Book Barn. Like the street libraries I admire so much in Victoria, this one reads:
‘Take a book,
Leave a book’.
Grande Prairie is an industry town surrounded by expansive farmland. Perhaps this library’s host-family grew up on a dairy farm?
Do they miss getting up at the crack of dawn to do chores & milk cows?
Just around the corner & down the street is another gem!
Small town friendliness must be catching. I also figure this has gotta be a kid-oriented neighborhood.
This particular street library has a sign that reads:
It’s no secret that I like wildflowers, but occasionally my affections are tested.
Self-heal is a perennial with pretty pink (sometimes purple) flowers. It’s tough as nails. It thrives in moist meadows & dry roadsides alike. It thrives so well that it’s pretty much worn out its welcome in my garden. I always weed it out of formal beds and usually remove it from the rockery, in favor of plants I prefer.
Just because it self-sows willy-nilly, should I really be so judgmental?
A neighbor welcomes self-heal into her garden. I can appreciate it there, but I’m not the one working to keep it from out-competing her other plants. Lazy me.
Self-heal has established itself in C’s lawn. It seems to hold its own beside the grass, clover, wild violets and English daisies. It survives the mower and the foot traffic. I’m rather pleased that C’s monoculture ‘lawn’ is becoming more of a diversified ‘meadow’. I’m just fine with enjoying the self-heal in this space, too.
Perhaps this balances out barring it from the garden beds & borders?
Is it enough?
Am I redeemed?
Life is magic. Two days after the heavy winter storm, life proves itself.
And magic begins.
The snow has melted! In just 2 days? Even here on the coast, that seems crazy-fast.
I tentatively wander through the yard assessing the damage.
My muscles certainly remember shoveling sidewalks & shaking shrubs. But the winter blooms? They’re like children in a hospital ward. Perhaps a little bent & broken, but mostly they’re just happy to be alive and enjoying the sunshine.
The yellow cups of the winter aconite (Eranthis) don’t seem to have noticed they’ve survived 33 cm of snowfall since they showed themselves in January. (That’s more than 12 inches – a full foot – – radical for balmy Victoria BC!)
The snowdrops (Galanthus) have also held up well.
The Primula Wanda leaves are super-sad, but who can’t smile at those tough purple flowers?
I hadn’t even noticed the crocus buds before the snow. How did they arrive so quickly?
The Cyclamen coum unfurl their petals as the sun warms them. More blooms are on their way, too! Soon they’ll be a mound of pink.