Just grass.

I don’t like working myself into a political rant because it always alienates someone. I need the readership.

But, here I go again. I’ll be brief. I know we are Canadian, but whether a person likes it or not, we are all North Americans. We share a common border and a common culture. I hear a lot of anti-US sentiments, usually from folks who have not travelled much south of the border, but it is said that “Empty wagons rattle the most” and I’ll leave that one where it sits.

Welcome to de swamp.
Therein live some flowers.

New legislation in the US Supreme Court has once again further divided the US population over issues regarding a woman having a choice about her own body. It is mid-2022! What the hell? The term “Pro-life,” if examined, proves to be a grand oxymoron. ANYONE, who advocates people being denied basic rights about their personal well-being is mindless and entirely self-centred. I can tell you from my own experience that any person who would disallow safe, clinical pro-health and life procedures has never had to make the agonizing personal choice about terminating a pregnancy. You do not comprehend the pain of choosing to end the life of your own flesh and blood because of an overwhelming circumstance. I cannot voice loudly enough my contempt for your selfish uninformed ignorance.

A summer path.
Slug crossing. They’re marvelous creatures if you take the time to look and read a bit.

It is also very much worth noting, that same political persuasion which farcically declares itself ”Pro-life” is also the mob standing firmly against gun control. “Pro-life? Bang!”

Enough said?

Blackberry flowers already. Can you believe it?
The old trailer, of which I am very proud, but is now sold and the new old trailer. “Ya gotta horse in there?” I have several answers. It is proving durable and very handy for backroad wandering.
Indian plums are almost ripe. They’ll get a little darker and then they will be gone, they birds get them.
Gnombody home. A whimsical touch in the woods.
Tiger lilies in the forest.
Tiny flowers, as magic as bigger ones.
Town flowers
On the steps to the pharmacy.
A brave new world.


Finally the weather has turned to summer. I’m going to go get me some.

We don’t like to kill our unborn; we need them to grow up and fight our wars.”
―  Marilyn Manson

Author: Fred Bailey

Fred is a slightly-past middle age sailor / writer / photographer with plenty of eclectic hands-on skills and experiences. Some would describe him as the old hippy who doesn't know the war is over. He is certainly reluctant to grow up and readily admits to being the eternal dreamer. He has written several books including two novels, 'The Keeper' and 'Storm Ecstasy,' as well as 'The Water Rushing By', 'Sins Of The Fathers', 'The Magic Stick', as well as an extensive inventory of poetry, essays, short stories, anecdotes and photographs. His first passion is the ocean, sailboats, voyaging and all those people who are similarly drawn to the sea. He lives aboard 'Seafire' the boat he is refitting to go voyaging, exploring new horizons both inner and outer. This blog is about that voyage and the preparations for it. In spite of the odds against it, the plan is to sail away this fall and lay a course southward. If you follow this blog your interest may provide some of the energy that helps fuel the journey. Namaste Contact him at

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