April 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
On a small hill nearby, Garry oak trees stand in meadows that burst forth with an undergrowth of wildflowers every spring.
I never tire of this little bit of wild nestled within the city…
…and the way that nature tends its own garden never grows old.
During an unpredictable spring day – filled with a mixture of sun, blue sky, clouds, wind, hail, and rain – I went to capture the resilient beauty of these flowers…
…and enjoy the peaceful solitude always found there.