Memories of colour

It was beginning to look like spring. Then we had two snow storms with another in the forecast. Fellow bloggers are showing colourful spring flowers which will be months away for us.  Looking through photos from last summer, I discovered some colour of a different sort. It made me smile!

We turned off Veterans Memorial Highway to Coleman on our way to Cedar Dunes. Just past the exit, a riot of colour caught our eyes. 

My husband pulled over and cameras appeared out of the back seat. There was much to see.

The buoys were many and in various colours hung from a huge tree. We had seen something similar last year on our way to Point Prim Lighthouse. At the base of the tree, a miniature dory, like those used in the oyster fishery, leaned against the tree. 

Oyster tongs rested in the boat and on the tree. The garden was different from the one near Point Prim in another way however. It was home to garden gnomes.

There were tree stump houses surrounded with toad stools where the little creatures congregated. A train load of the tiny creatures was on its way to the buoy tree.

A red door attached to a tree looked as if it was a portal to a magic underground world where the little creatures came to life. 

The old barn was charming too, though it had seen better days. The house was attractively decorated as well and the grounds were well maintained. 

The owner arrived home as we photographed his yard. He told us people stop every day to take pictures but one Saturday was particularly busy. He discovered later his property was part of a scavenger hunt for a wedding celebration. 

Caught in the grip of winter weather, memories and photos of summer keep us going.