The Wolfe Island Annual Plowing Match
It’s probably too late for me to be a real farm girl, but I’m trying to absorb as much as I can by osmosis. So last weekend we checked out the Wolfe Island Plowmen’s Association’s annual plowing match.
The world through my lens
It’s probably too late for me to be a real farm girl, but I’m trying to absorb as much as I can by osmosis. So last weekend we checked out the Wolfe Island Plowmen’s Association’s annual plowing match.
You know how sometimes you’ll be having dinner at a nice waterside restaurant patio, and there are swans on the water so you grab your camera and go lie down on your stomach on the restaurant’s dock so you can take pictures? No? Just me? Not sure what the other diners thought but there I was, lying flat on my belly on the dock. And then the drama happened!
Getting up at 5am has its advantages. There’s a sense that you’re going to make the most of the day, not wasting a minute. And if you’re lucky, you’ll be rewarded with colourful skies or a rising sun breaking through the trees, illuminating the mist that’s still hanging over the lake.
Spring has sprung! The frogs are busy in the vernal ponds, the spring ephemerals are blooming in the woods, and everything is turning green.
Here’s a little recap of winter on our beautiful island.
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