This has to be some kind of record ... 33 degrees on the 24th!!!
I have changed my header photo to reflect the reality of this wondrous spring ... and my first real garden ... but I will have to wait for Tammy to make it look good.
My radishes have started to sprout and I can harvest lettuce and herbs of all kinds now.
Today the neighbours are having parties and Kenya, Remi and Sadie have been playing in the water all day. The Alaskan Sled Dog came over and attacked Kenya ... and Kenya never backs down so there was a rumble. I hauled Kenya off and crated her, and Juno's dad was pissed off and sent him home with his son. All the nice dogs just kept on playing outdoors.
Then I went and had lunch with Carlos, and after I returned Kenya was let off suspension and has been good ever since.
I planted lemon balm from Tom, and more basil from the store and also winter savoury and thyme today. Someone has to stop me or I am going to be following in Rowboat Flo's footsteps ...I am going to have a garden (gardens) that will consume me and enslave me!
Tomorrow Sarah is coming out for the afternoon and will take Remi home with her. I think he misses his family ... but Sadie and Kenya have been good stand-ins for the duration.
I kind of hope that this summery spring is not an aberration but a harbinger of springs to come!
Happy May 24th to all of you, especially the gardeners.
..the daily life of a hermit and her dog ...
River Echo
September, 2010
Welcome to Oma's World.
Welcome to Oma's world: a hermitage set on a pristine lake, nestled in mountains, surrounded by trees and inhabited by Oma, Kenya (her own dog) and the dogs she looks after.
In Oma's world there is time to see, really see, the natural landscape as it changes. When she is not outside with the dogs, Oma reads, writes and watches films. She has also returned to a lost hobby, knitting, tried pottery and felting with very limited success, and produced a great deal of funky furniture over the past year or so. She also teaches occasionally at a local language school.
Since moving to the hermitage she has discovered the secret to raising healthy house plants. They have to love their environment. We all do if we are to lead happy productive lives.
This summer she tried her hand at creating a garden, and has been consumed by it to the exclusion of most other occupations.
In Oma's world there is time to see, really see, the natural landscape as it changes. When she is not outside with the dogs, Oma reads, writes and watches films. She has also returned to a lost hobby, knitting, tried pottery and felting with very limited success, and produced a great deal of funky furniture over the past year or so. She also teaches occasionally at a local language school.
Since moving to the hermitage she has discovered the secret to raising healthy house plants. They have to love their environment. We all do if we are to lead happy productive lives.
This summer she tried her hand at creating a garden, and has been consumed by it to the exclusion of most other occupations.
My Other Blogs
Kenya
My Lady of the Lake
Some of My Regular (and Occasional) Haunts
About Me
- Oma
- ... a woman who has been many women and will likely continue to metamorphose right til the end ... I have been a mother, a grandmother, a writer, a teacher, a traveler, a nomad,a hermit, a dog sitter, and a sporadic folk artist wannabe. Right now I am also a tiny-time-chef and caterer. Who knows where my travels will lead me as I travel down the final stretch of life's road?
Blogs for Writers
Followers
Something I Noticed Recently
- "A first draft is a work of construction. A seventh is the work of an artist." Barbara Kingsolver
Kenya's Sleepover Buddies
- Peach, a gentle 5 year old Lassie-type Collie
- Oberon, King of the Cat Fairies
- Corey, a 7 year old Golden Retriever
- Kitty, AKA Button, 8 weeks
- Tom Cat, 1 year old... run over November, 2010
- Olive, the 2 year old black lab
- Chelsea, the old and lumpy black lab on steroids
- Mica, the Siberian Husky
- Maggie, the two year old Berner
- Stella, the 7 month old Bernese Mountain Dog puppy
- Tango, the Ancient Sheep Dog, now deceased
- Zeke, the Nova Scotia Duck Toller, now deceased
- Henry, Marta's Golden Retriever
- Lulu, the tiny Cockapoo puppy
- Havoc, the Doberman
- Remi, Sarah's Golden Doodle
- Tango, the Golden Lab mix
- Teddy and Shea, Tammy and Carlos' dogs
- Nina, the Chocolate Lab, now re-homed because of viciousness
Blog Archive
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2010
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May
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- Kenya smells lovely and has a new identity ...
- Natural defense to the Rescue
- Finally ... over my first phobia ...
- The Queen's Birthday
- May 24 Weekend
- Today's Labour of Love
- Photos of my first real garden
- If I get enough energy back ...
- Gardening Update
- Quick and Dirty
- Natural Defense
- White Bites by Arm and Hammer, the Baking Soda People
- An Eclectic Post
- Safe Post
- A Modest Proposal
- Kenya's New Best Friend
- A little of this 'n' a little of that ...
- Mother's Day 2010
- Kenya's Choice
- Gardening is stalled ...
- On finding cookies everywhere ...
- First Taste Test Report on Crunch'nClean
- Optimistic Gardening Neophyte
- Kenya has a job ...
- Spring is here ...
- Special for Irish Girl
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May
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Films I am Watching (reviewed are starred)
- Blood Diamond
- Amazing Grace
- Rosenstrasse
- The Blade Runner
- My Cousin Vinnie
What I am Reading These Days
- Through Black Spruce by Joseph Boyden
- Good to a Fault by Marina Endicott
- What They Wanted by Donna Morrissey
- Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather o'Neill
- Merle's Door: Lessons from a Free Thinking Dog by Ted Kerasote
3 comments:
At this point of your garden, with only a little green poking up, I can see you standing (from where you too the pic) and saying, GROW...GROW...it always takes so long to get a good bushy/eatable garden. Then it all tips and there is suddenly TOO MUCH!
All this heat is hard on new plants who don't have a good root system yet. I end up covering some of them in the hot heat of the day. Get ready to be a garden mommy...
Garden Mommy ... yes ... I like that ... and it is exactly what I half fear! How do gardeners get away with no babysitters or day care centres for respite?
They fret.
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