Character

"It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare."

                                                                                                                                   Mark Twain

This carriage house leans in as if fighting against a strong prevailing wind. The roof heaves and rolls like the waves on an ocean. 

It even has a bit of an interesting story. 

When a new subdivision was added to this part of Fergus, the town planning department decided to square-off existing property lines even though it meant that the revised line would run right through the middle of this carriage house.

One neighbour owns the front half of the carriage house and the other neighbour owns the back half.

One of the two property owners is a gardener.

Here's another vignette that is effortlessly charming.

This gardener very much wanted me to take her picture.

What a great smile!

This is her garden in Guelph, Ontario.

Private Garden in Fergus, Ontario

I love the honesty of this shot down to the rake resting up against the tree trunk and the 

shirt drying on the line.

Private Garden in Fergus, Ontario

Tibetan prayer flags send prayers out on the wind.

Private garden, Fergus Ontario

I wonder what the plans are for the cobalt blue pot?

Private garden, Niagara-on-the-Lake

Is he hiding or did the Big Bad Wolf eat the third little piggy?

A lesson in how to add character.

Private Garden, Toronto Ontario.

And if you have any doubt as to which way to turn to find the garden, here's your answer.

Brain Folmer's Botanical Garden near Walkerton, ON

A pretty checkerboard garden.

"Why are you trying so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out."

                                                                                                       Oliver James

"Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting..."

                                              from Proverbs

 Private Garden, Dartmouth, N.S.

Private garden, Georgetown, Ontario

"And he sailed back over a year 

and in and out of weeks

and through a day

and into the night of his very own room 

where he found his supper waiting for him

and it was still hot"

Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

Have a wonderful weekend!