Under the thick canopy in Sunnybrook Forest, there aren’t many colourful plants.
I will identify it at the end of the post.
But at the edge of the forest, where the sun can reach, there is an abundance of colour.
I have had bird feeders for most of my adult life and make a point of keeping them clean and well-stocked. A few evenings ago, I was sitting in a second floor room when I noticed a House Sparrow land on the outside window ledge and give, what appeared to me, to be a nasty glare. I have never seen a bird land there before and immediately thought “It’s trying to tell me something. Could it be that the bird feeder is empty?” At this time of year, House Sparrows and Red-winged Blackbirds are constantly visiting it with their hungry chicks. The youngsters stand on top fluttering with their beaks open and a lot of food is taken. No, I thought, that is giving our feathered friends a little too much intelligence. Would this little creature actually fly to each window in the house searching for me knowing that I am their great provider? Downstairs and into the garden I went. Indeed, the feeder was empty … but not for long.
The short and thin needles indicate that this is a Hemlock.
I love thee, Nature, with a boundless love!
The calm of earth, the storm of roaring woods!
The winds breathe happiness where’er I rove!
There’s life’s own music in the swelling floods! – John Clare (1793 – 1864)