Too bad thinking about blogging does not make a blog.
The day started nicely with our local Great Horned Owl singing to the dog and I at 5:30 long before the 8:01 sunrise this morning.
I did my usual morning work at the Royal Botanical Gardens Herbarium then went down into the Hendrie Valley to look for wild flowers still in bloom. Between the Hendrie Valley and the edges of the plots in the Rose Garden I found twenty-four wild flowers in bloom. The brightest colours, however, belonged to the tree leaves and their reflections in the Hendrie Valley ponds.