The stone house beside the stop sign to get back on the highway in Franktown
had these beautiful hollyhocks growing in the garden.
Since it was such a small town, I parked at the stop sign to take some photos.
And the sun came back out from behind the clouds to cast these fascinating shadows!
While following the path through the purple loosestrife this morning,
I was comparing the different environments
it grows in.
While I was in Franktown, I took a detour along Lilac Lane, (Note to self, go there in the spring*!!!) and ended up beside the baseball/soccer field. At one end of it, there was a chimney. All alone.
I am guessing the house must have burned years ago, and this is all that is left.
Driving through Franktown, I was struck by this unusual steeple.
There was only one rounded tower.
This field of grain took a lot of rain or wind damage. Honest, it is a flat field, and what looks like hills and valleys is the standing or fallen grain.
This was Friday evening, a couple of hours after the storm dumped two inches of rain on the area over the course of two hours. The paper said enough water made it into the Ottawa River to fill 70 Olympic swimming pools. This is the path we usually take to get to the path on the other side of the Carp River.
Saturday morning, the water was down enough that you could see the top of the storm drain about a third of the way across.
Sunday evening, we took the long way around, and watched the geese at the hill of the storm drain. That was where the turtles laid their eggs.
This morning, the water is only eight inches above normal, and you can see some of the rocks of the path, beside the joe pye weed.
Sunday evening
and this morning, they are looking more normal.
Friday morning, these chamomile flowers had been happily above water. I took the photo on Sunday evening. They saw air again yesterday.
Sunday morning damage on the tributary of the Carp River,
and this morning, a duck floats downstream.
In the next photo, the flattened vegetation shows how high the water was at the peak of the flooding in this deep valley.
Friday evening, the water in the ditch between the road and the Carp River was just above my knees when I waded across. Both of the dogs had to swim.
In April, shortly before the flower season started, I took a series of photos of trees which had started growing on top of a stump from a former tree, and then proceededto strengthen their roots so they are above ground level.
Someone posted a similar photo, but her tree had grown to fill in the space between the trunk and the ground.
Obviously, these have not. I think they look very strange.
I picked myself a bouquet of flowers - 
Queen Anne's lace, purple loosestrife, tansy, some wild grass, and a bit of sweet clover.
I love the mixture of colours and textures, shapes and colours. This Queen Anne's lace shows the purple heart of the flowerhead.
