This week it rained. I have been praying for rain for weeks now. Well my prayers have been answered. I have also been praying for a lot of other “things;” I guess rain was the easiest to deliver. 🙂 The garden needed rain. This is the Yin Yang of gardening. We need rain. It comes […]
…..From several weeks of trying to “frack” Joy from the slate of “nothing interesting to report,” there comes the motherload of refinable Joys. 1. My son has spent five splendid days with us. He was out East (from Calgary) for a wedding and stayed with us for a whole week before going back home!! Totally
…OK, I keep a gardening journal to remind me of what I need to do next Spring. Rearranging a garden is a little like rearranging a room, except that it’s usually done in Spring and can take 2 or 3 years to see the results. The picture below is the result of an entry in
I am a warm weather person. As a family, we went to Florida in August. I could live in the tropics. How I ended up in the cold of Canada is something I often ask myself. This last week, though, was a warming up week. Everyday that the temperatures nudged up – 14ºC, 15ºC, 16ºC…
I probably should have said the Joy of new windows, but the disruption of any sort of renovation takes away a lot of the Joy!! Still I have 3 new windows at the front of the house upstairs and the main window downstairs clad in the same colour as the upstairs windows, so I never
I have a list…yes, OK, I have dozens of list. They are there to avoid a “listless life” – no pun intended!! One of the items on my list for the front of the back yard…..(it’s a big yard)…is to stop a basement window sill from rotting. “Something there is that doesn’t like a wall
OK, I probably didn’t have to put the word, ovenable, in quotation marks. It is a word, as words go, however, I have never heard it before. Yes, I have a Shorter Oxford English Dictionary and it is, sad to say, not in it. Well, it’s an old edition. I actually found the word “ovenable”
….OK not exactly a great title for a poem, the opening line of a novel or even the chorus of a song, as in “I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch.” I kid you not, it is a real song – lonely little petunia in an onion patch. I grow some edible, leafy greens
Finally a bird came to my feeder – a Chickadee. I was overjoyed. This was the feeder closest to the house, with the smallest number of suet balls – three. The other feeder, I had hung in a nearby Apple tree. It held six suet balls and a lot of hope. Well, within a day
