The best antidote for a cold winter’s day is a visit to the Regina Floral Conservatory. Granted, Saturday was the first time I’ve ever been there, but for an hour it was easy to forget that it was the beginning of February and minus 20 outside! The air was warm and moist (great for prairie winter parched skin), and the bright colours are a feast for the eyes!
The Conservatory is maintained by volunteers, and there are different themes throughout the year. The theme right now is A Glimpse of the Tropics. It’s open every afternoon and there are lots of benches and seating areas to soak it all in. Admission is free, but donations are appreciated.
I have a new phone so wanted to try out the camera, what a perfect place to take photos in the winter!
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ”
Every winter, I walk by frozen Wascana Creek, and think wouldn’t it be awesome if it was turned into a skating rink!
Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.
…and cheers to a fresh start in 2018…my only New Year’s resolution is to take more pictures!
A glimpse of the Banff Springs Hotel (someday I’ll stay here, but a visit to the Rundle Lounge in the Hotel is the next best thing!)
And further down the road, a sliver of beautiful Lake Louise….
Since this is the first of my favourite places I’ve visited (having camped in Banff as a little kid), it’s probably at the top of the list followed by New Orleans, Maui, and Tofino/Ucluelet. Where to next, that’s what’s on my mind – somewhere new, perhaps.
Cenotaph in Regina, SK
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
– John McCrae