Life is too ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence.
Whenever people come to visit they think they are stepping into a jungle. Then I hear comments about how my plants are sitting on top of each other, and why don’t I remove the weeds and how come there are so many moss patches on the ground everywhere. The fact is that I am pleased about these comments because I like to live in a jungle. I don’t want a designer garden where everything is measured and calculated. I like it wild and unruly, where you can play hide and seek and the bees and the birds and rabbits are having fun. This year the plants have grown even higher and the weeds as well. here are some pictures of my Urban Jungle.
Two apple trees and some bushes near the fence
my little Buddha garden
sitting under the apple tree
Tina hiding near the gate
The apple tree in bloom
A jungle growing near the wall……don’t even know what is growing in there
a romantic view from the house
my own little home made terrace
The Jungle inside the house
looking from the inside out
Last week I went for a drive to St. Therese, a northern suburb of Montreal, just across the bridge from Laval. Since Montreal is a town of islands there are a number of bridges leading to the northern and southern suburbs. St. Therese is basically a little town and the town center is called Vieux St. Thérèse, where everything still looks like many years ago. There is also a big college there and you will see lots of students walking around. Here are some of the pictures I took.
a lovely little street with old houses
One of the older charming houses
a little creek running through one of the back streets
One of the many balconies you see everywhere
another typical street of Vieux St. Thérèse
The big church called Église Sainte-Thérèse d’Avila right in the middle of town
another of the older homes
one of the little shops
with plenty of cafés and restaurants to choose from