i was riding home yesterday as big brother sun slipped back behind the hills on the far side of the otonabee river valley. a chance opening in the leaves of the trees on the west side of the path let some of the last pure golden light onto - well - this beautiful (albeit sneeze-making to some) goldenrod . . .
martha washington's . . . i hadn't heard of them until we discovered a few in the "leave 'em for dead" bin . . . we got a great price on them, and slowly but surely they've returned from their state of near goneness . . . this is the first flower they've produced . . . .
when i paint, these two like to keep me company. sometimes resting their paws on my shoulders to watch, sometimes racing across my lap in the middle of one of their scraps . . . .
usually though, they snuggle together and sleep . . .
among the small joys . . . alternately trusting and ignoring the directions on her cell phone as we made our way across the southern ontario landscape . . .