The old rail-line.

One little Nut-hatch is becoming a lot less terrified of it's feeder these days. I walked right up to it this morning and it stayed put for a minute or two. I didn't have my camera but I did reward it with some blueberries.

Thank you so much for all the suggestions with caring for my violets. After reading your comments I have taken the damaged leaves off and will start again. We probably do get too much light where I have them and I think it will take time for them to adjust to our water. Moving them in the winter put them into shock, most likely.  

When I was little, my cousins and I would get great pleasure out of walking the old railway line that cut through my grandmother's property; the property where we now live. I still remember the old train chugging by as it slowed when approaching a whistle spot. I also recall lining the track with apples from the orchard just to watch them fly in the air when hit. Instant applesauce.
Today, the tracks are gone and the old line is now a walking, snow-mobiling and horse-back riding trail.
This morning, we stopped on our way home, leashed Kane, and walked up the old path.

Kane, even in his 15th year, takes me for the walk.

I have to slow him down just so he will pace himself. He forgets sometimes that he's an old dog but I know how stiff and sore he can get. I find the best thing for him is to take a few short walks throughout the day.

The temperature is dropping tonight and you can see we still have lots of snow.  So, if you are in Ontario, Canada....

stay toasty,

Deb