rhodon’t

i got attacked by one of these puppies today:

rhododendron

 

and by attacked, i mean i fell into it, and its branch scratched my arm open.

thanks rhodo.  you may be the most amazing coniferous tree ever, but you make an ugly fighting partner.

No pinecones in a pine forest.

 I`m quite serious.  The real pictures will come soon and I`ll update this post.

 

Today I made something that looked something like this:

   

look something more like this:

 

I also picked up all the branches that fell off the trees in the wind storm.

I also helped build a stone wall and some stairs.

 

How was your 9-5?

I love my job.

Even though I was face to face with this all day;

I still love being a landscape contractor.

How many people get to be lost in their thoughts all day, playing in the dirt, tromping around in a banana yellow rain coat and awesome rubber boots, dreaming about how they can possibly incorporate poop into another blog post?

How was your 9-5?

front lawns

i was going to title this ‘front lawns are the faces to our homes’

or ‘lawns are the first impression’ or something equally cliche and corny.

 

bah.

i haven’t written in a while because i’ve been actually pretty involved in DOING… i’ve been landscaping, and this has provided me with a lot of examples of excessive frivolity on lawns, gardens, and related items.

without spewing my bad feelings about the unashamed wealth of a good portion of rich torontonians, i will say that i’ve fallen in love with the idea of lawns saying something about the people that live within the home that falls behind that lawn.

i was walking home from a friend’s house and saw this:

 

i really couldn’t decide what i thought of it, but i knew it needed to be documented.  i felt strongly about it, but didn’t know how i felt.  more than a month after i’ve taken the photos, i still don’t know how i feel.

this entry reminds me of some old journal entries; sort of rambling and unrelated, but i’m done school and i need to continue to write, so i will publish this entry knowing that i will continue to write BETTER pieces in the near future.

stopped to smell ‘em

  I was walking home in the crisp early evening and stopped to smell these tiny little pink buds on a tree.  A girl was biking by and caught my indulgence and smiled at me. I realized how rarely I do actually stop to smell flowers.  I kept walking and realized that the reason I stopped in the first place was because they were so pretty, so I took some flower pictures on the rest of the way home.

The first two are in front of a restaraunt with the loveliest patio I’ve ever seen.

  

The next two were inside a fence, and I sure did have to hang myself over the fence, bum up in the air, to get these shots.

  

The last three were in the front lawn of a house that always has beautiful landscaping.  Right now they don’t have a lot of flowers, mostly greenery, but this lone daffodil certainly caught my eye.