Calgary’s Pearce Estate Park: A Wetland in the Middle of the City



“I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful —
an endless prospect of magic and wonder.”

~Ansel Adams

Pearce Estate Park Interpretive Wetland

Please join me on a long, meandering walk through the beautiful wetlands of Pearce Estate Park in Calgary, Alberta. You may want to pack a picnic lunch. This walk cannot be rushed—it should be slowly savoured. The treasures here are not necessarily obvious to those who rush through—they reveal themselves only to those who are willing to stop, look and quietly listen.

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A Case of Mistaken Identity


A winter get-away

The other night, as I was painting my toenails, I was reminded of a fun little encounter I had a few years ago while on a winter vacation in the southwestern United States. Sporting ten brightly painted pink toenails for the occasion, I was sunbathing by the pool one morning when I got rather hot toasting in the sun and decided to take a dip in the water to cool off a bit. I had a short, invigorating swim and emerged dripping wet, feeling totally refreshed. I rearranged my pool towel, reclined once again on my comfy chaise lounge and was luxuriating in the warm sun once again… when along came a little bee.

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Tulips on My Windowsill


“Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower.

~Hans Christian Andersen

The Joy of Tulips

It’s an utterly amazing thing to me that I can watch brightly coloured orange and yellow tulips (most likely from Holland), unfurling perfectly on my dining room table and my windowsill while we still have snow, or when the snow has finally all melted and we have entered “The Brown Season” of early spring. I often keep tulips around while we await signs of the first dabs of green to appear around the edge of Winter’s sometimes slow retreat. Each year, I marvel that these gorgeous tulips come to me so easily, cheerily gracing my home with their joy and beauty.

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Spring Springs Eternal


“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”

~ A. A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

The first day of spring: she teased us yesterday morning, blanketing our world with a thick layer of soft snow and an icy wind. All I could do was laugh when I awoke to see the state of affairs. Beautiful, yes, but honestly I’d rather she had left all joking aside. I was counting on her arrival.

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