“Ice, Ice, Baby”. Why is it every time I think of the word ice, that annoying song by Vanilla Ice comes on in my head.
We went for a walk on the weekend. To another one of the waterfalls on the Waterfall Tour. This consists of seven waterfalls, all within a 45 minute drive from Kilbourne Grove.
This time it was to Indian Falls.
It is approximately a one kilometer walk from the parking lot to the waterfall, through the woods.
It was a beautiful day.
Indian Falls is a horseshoe shaped falls, like Niagara Falls, but much, much smaller.
The ice at the bottom of the falls is getting thicker and thicker. I am not sure why it is more yellow than the blue that ice normally is. Pollution? Minerals in the water?
You walk along the stream going back to your car. This is Indian Creek which flows into Owen Sound Bay.
You can see why I am a bit jealous envious of all those bloggers having some colour (or at least seeing the ground) in their gardens. There is still a lot of snow in Owen Sound.
I am a floral designer living in a tiny condo in downtown Toronto, Canada's largest city. But on the weekend, I am a gardener/frustrated architect trying to keep up with a 3/4 acre garden in Owen Sound, Ontario, a warm (to Canadians, Zone 5b, and a cold (to Americans, Zone 4b) garden.
Green Theatre 