More Ketchup

While I was busy filling in imaginary words and thoughts for speech balloons, I missed the real excitement.  A tree fell and hit the top hydro line (that's the only live one) and caught on fire.  Only Hydro Quebec could resolve that situation, and they arrived 16 hours later when I was already out for the night (around 10 p.m. on Thursday).  They brought their poles and left them on the side of the road and used their cherry picker to lift the tree (its fire long extinguished on its own) off the wire.  I don't know how I missed it.  Apparently they had several big vehicles and massive lighting units operating right across from my bedroom window!  Even Kenya slept through it.  And through the fireworks that my next door neighbours set off.

Of course Kenya is sleeping through a lot these days and nights.  She is exhausted by all the swimming and playing she's been doing.  She chased sticks thrown by the little boys most of the weekend, and for the last couple of days I have been exercising her with the kayak.  Yesterday I whipped across the lake to deliver dog fur to a neighbour who has a pesky groundhog.  Kenya swam behind me and while I visited she chased sticks into the water.  Then we headed home.  She was finally beat enough to say no to retrieving a stick.  I still had enough energy to go for a long refreshing swim that relaxed me.

On Friday night I joined a group of people at a local restaurant ... interesting but a little strange.  The woman who invited us all failed to show up and the odd assortment of people who were there were somewhat bemused by her absence.   We ended up doing what people usually do ... found those people with whom we had most in common and chatted.  Nice break from talking to Kenya and bearing the noise of machinery.

My box garden is becoming a rainforest of tangled vines.  Lots of nascent tomatoes and nasturtium flowers.  Just leaves on  the pepper plants and leaves and vines on the cucumber.  The onions are doing well.  I ate one yesterday.  The second crop of radishes is coming along nicely.  And I have given up on the chard and the leeks.  The Thai basil  and the arugula are quietly doing their thing and providing me with salad ingredients nearly every day.

I nurtured a weed in my chard square for a few weeks, but when I went to the market yesterday morning I asked the farmer from whom I bought Swiss chard what she thought had happened to mine.  She said that I would definitely have chard by now if the seed was viable and had not been killed off by heat or eaten by a bird. So I went home and uprooted the very healthy weed I had been growing and transplanted a lettuce into that square.  I think I will transplant one of my regular basil plants into the leeks' square.


Outside the box, the zucchinis are producing lots of flowers but far fewer zucchinis ... I think I have a plethora of male blossoms.  Apparently you can deep fry them.

All the herbs except the basil are doing well.

The beans, nasturtiums, and morning glories are all madly climbing the trellis to the deck railing and I have a riot of green foliage and lots of blue and red flowers but no bean flowers or beans yet.

Tonight I am entertaining Tom and Marlene.  I am not sure what I will prepare but I do know that my herbs will be part of the meal ... and the Dutch ginger cake I bought at the market will be served with an iced coffee drink that is wonderful.  You make double strength coffee and blend it with ice cubes and vanilla ice cream and then chill.  It is very refreshing but not calorie free.

Tomorrow I start another week of teaching.  I expect to enjoy it ... two hours a day with a middle aged Swiss woman  who would like to have some of her lessons in a canoe.  We may ask Conchita who is married to one of the men on the lake to join us.  She is not too sure about cold Canadian lake water, so we will see.

I have been  reading another travel book called The Female Nomad and Friends.  It is a combination of adventures and recipes picked up along the way by an interesting and varied group of solo women travelers.  Almost all of the women have websites to visit and several have  recommended SERVAS as a good way to meet interesting people as you travel. A few weeks ago I decided to become a host for SERVAS and if I ever get my act together will jump through the necessary hoops.  And then I may register as a traveler as well.  All this reading about adventures is making my feet itch again.

So that's it ... the weekend dollop of ketchup ... hope your weekend has been enjoyable and that you are looking forward to a week of blistering heat in a pleasantly cool environment.

Peace and Quiet

Today they didn't show up at seven .... and here it is, almost 9, and the lake is still lovely and quiet.

Kenya awoke with a start at 8 ... a Merganser was on our deck ... she went out and shooed it back into the water with its two siblings and then lay there in the sunshine guarding the deck from any more intrusions.  it was quite sweet watching her lying there watching the trio of scruffy headed ducks swimming nearby.  Kenya recognizes territory quite clearly, and understands that the lake is to be shared ... but not the deck.

All the time the blasting and noise has been going on, the Mergansers have been absent from the lake ... likely hiding in the furthest corner away from the noise.  The loons are a little more comfortable with human noise so I have seen them more often.

Twice this week I have dreamed about hugging absent loved ones ... and both times I have awakened feeling at peace.  Nice that the peace will not be shattered today!

Filling in Speech Balloons

It's been really quiet on the other side of the lake ever since a good sized landslide occurred about an hour ago.

Five men are gazing up at the spot where it occurred.

I can't hear what they are saying of course, and I feel a bit as if I am looking at a cartoon and waiting for the speech and thought balloons to be filled.

"Duh, do you think if we dig a little more out in the middle those trees up there will come down with the earth?"

"Yeah, and then we could just scoop everything up with the shovel and cart it away.  No need to dig any more or blast."

"Those are pretty big trees."

"We could get chainsaws and haul them away.  No problem."

"Yeah ... but look where the hydro lines are."

So they ponder the problems they have created on this Canadian holiday when they probably all wish they'd stayed in bed.

A Little Later:

Well, they've decided to go ahead and hope for the best.  A tree came down and hit the hydro line but did not break it and they were able to nudge it away with the shovel ... and that seems to be the plan ... uproot and guide.

Not sure what happens when they leave at the end of the day with trees in jeopardy ... but we will see.

They have an enormous pipe with them and intend to use it to build a tunnel on the inner side of the road.  They hope it will catch falling rock before it hits the road.  So far they have spent twice as much money as they thought they would and they are days, perhaps weeks, away from concluding the work.  The hydro men were supposed to move their poles and erect higher ones than originally intended ... and their visit has been postponed till July 17.  Maybe, just maybe, my peace of mind will be returned to me by the end of July.

Happy Canada Day

Canada Day at the Lake
July 1, 2010

7:01 a.m.    Two red trucks arrived followed by a black car.  Five minutes later the whole damned crew was back across the lake and the earth moving machine was revved up and rarin' to go.  I groaned and began to wander around the house turning on taps.

7:15 a.m.    I have now let all the taps run again.  The object  is to clear the chlorine from the system so that the pipes will not be corroded.  Last night Ryan (my plumber) installed the new UV lamp, showed me how to do it next year myself, and left instructions to pour Javex through the system again.  I did it at bedtime stripped down to my undies and slippers so that I would not damage my clothes again.  Good thing because I forgot to close the bottom of the filter container and pure Javex sprayed all over the floor and my slippers.

7:33 a.m.    I am still half asleep in my grey polka dotted slippers and my jammies and robe wondering if I should escape to Hull or Montreal or if I should make yet another attempt to prepare lessons for next week. 

7:37 a.m.    I think I will grin and bear it yet again.  I am still not feeling A1 ... possibly because of the E-coli in my water?

8:21 a.m.    Email and such finished for now.  Better get at something productive ... or at least get dressed and have breakfast.  I want to take Kenya for a good walk, get into the village at some point because there will be festivities and I need to buy a sympathy card for a friend whose husband died yesterday, and start a writing project based on my recent reading.  What I don't feel terribly inspired to do is plan those lessons!  But that is what I should be doing.

HAPPY CANADA DAY TO ALL OF YOU!

Blast!

Blasted Road Blasting:

I suspect they are being hurried along because of the Quebec construction holidays in July, but yesterday the blasting seemed to be getting more careless.  First one of the great rubber tire mats flew to the edge of the road and hung into the lake.  Then the next blast shot rocks into the lake.

I feel as if I should be here to see the process and to keep Kenya calm, but I hate being here because of the intrusiveness of the operation. My life feels as if it is on hold until they finish.  Because it is Quebec, everything will likely stop for the entire month of July.  That would be a real relief, but another part of me just wants to grit my teeth and bear it for the short term to get it all over with.

Their hours have gone up recently as well.  They arrive at 7 a.m. and leave at 6 p.m.  That is an awfully long noisy period to endure, especially if you are a dog.

Kenya smells like a kenneled dog right now ... very different from her odour when she spends most of her time outdoors.  Maybe it is the smell of fear.  She hates being outside and refuses to go out alone unless she can hear the little boys giggling next door.  When she went over to investigate yesterday she ended up staying for an hour while the family had an outdoor fire going.  She paddled in the shallows nearby.


Fake Lakes, Fake Evidence, and Now Fake Laws... Fake Toronto Police Chief?

Have any of you been following the police chief's interviews?

Yesterday I caught a report of his news conference in which he displayed some of  the weaponry taken from protesters.  Among the items were a chainsaw and a cross bow.  When reporters pushed him about these particular items, he admitted that they had been seized in something completely unrelated to the G20.  (He sounded like a kid caught in a lie, by the way, nattering about more that he didn't bring and arrows whose tips could have been lit afire.)

Today CBC reported that the "law" preventing people from being within a few feet of the enclosure ... the "law" that allowed police to question, search and detain anyone walking near the fence ... was actually not a law at all.  The police chief just wanted to prevent criminals from acting. This time, he apparently smiled rather than appearing flustered.

And yet the real thugs in all this (those men in black) were allowed, despite a huge police presence, to burn police cars, smash windows, and loot stores.  The only way this makes any sense to me is if the police actually promoted the use of violence by the thugs .... or instigated it themselves ... in order to make it seem that the obscene amount of money spent on keeping the peace was warranted ... and to intimidate those law abiding Canadian citizens who believe they have the right to protest peacefully in this country.

I really don't want to believe that our Canadian police would do such a thing ... even though I know they have in the past.


I wonder what they did with our real police chief, our Canadian police chief, the one who abides by Canadian law when they replaced him with this blasted police chief.

An Update on the Box Itself

Just compare with my header photo ... a month a a half of wonderful weather for gardens.  I am very glad I chose this year to start gardening!

Travel Books and Gardens

 am reading Laurie Gough's first travel book, Kite Strings.  It was written in her twenties and tells of her adventures in the southern hemisphere.  Much of it deals with living in Fiji which abundantly supports its society of food gatherers.  Laurie taught with me in June.  She has a second book out (which I will definitely buy) and she teaches a course in travel writing which I intend to take.  Her writing is remarkable ... on a par with Karen Connely's, Touch the Dragon, which won a GG for non-fiction the year it came out.  This is a book I would find hard to lend out in case it didn't come home.

My own garden is becoming Edenic in its fecundity too.  Here are some photos.

First the beans ... the vines ... no beans yet.

 Then the beefsteak tomato plant which has two tiny tomatoes so far.  This is one of them.


And the other tomato plant in the box which has five mini tomatoes so far:

And then there are the zucchinis. I am already eating from the first plant shown, but the other garden up by the house looks as if it will soon be feeding me too.

And then there are the nasturtiums which are wonderfully colourful and edible, and the herbs which are all madly producing far more than I can enjoy by myself despite my most heroic efforts.

A Book Report and Some Thoughts About the G8 and G20 Nonsense

Little Bee by Chris Cleave

My friend Erma sent me this book recently.  It is wonderful.  Beautifully written.  A fine story. And an important one.  I won't spoil it for you by telling all, but it deals with women, global ugliness, relationships, courage and cowardice,  and does so in an interesting way.  I couldn't put this book down.

If I had to mention one thing that sets this writer right up there with the best, and it is hard to choose just one, I would mention his care with dialogue.  He captures so many ways that English is spoken ... by the Queen, by a Jamaican refugee, by Nigerians, and by a four year old who thinks he is Batman.

I was especially taken by the four year old superhero.

I could hear my grandson Max, the pirate, in every speech.  It made me sad because I haven't seen Max for almost a year, not since we had his birthday party here.

At his daddy's funeral:

"Mummy, where mine daddy is now?"
.....
"Mmmn.  Is mine daddy coming back soon?"
...

"Is mine daddy in that box?"
...
"Is that box heaven?"
.....
"Mummy! Get him out!  Get mine daddy out of heaven!"

One of the major themes of the book is what happens when developing countries become inextricably entwined with the politics and economies of the developed nations.  So that is my segue into my views about the G8 and G20 in Toronto.

Toronto, the Violent:

I have been in a great many peaceful demonstrations over the years and my first instinctual response is always to assume that demonstrators will be peaceful if they are allowed to be.

I haven't been avidly following this conference but you would have to be dead not to know that Huntsville has been locked down for some time and the central core of Toronto has been turned into a militarized zone.  I was dismayed by the idea of the sound cannons.

Like most of the commentators I've listened to or read, I thought it was ridiculous to spend the kind of money being spent on this conference; nonsensical to hold it in Toronto which made policing even more expensive; and just plain ludicrous that an artificial Muskoka  lake would be built next door to Lake Ontario.

So all my normal prejudices were solidly in place.  Harper was over reacting and spending OUR money foolishly.

But when I began to read about the senseless violence directed against plate glass store windows, and police cars, my sentiments began to shift.  These demonstrators seemed determined to create trouble rather than making solid political points. 

Of course these economic conferences are always more violent than other protests; I think part of the point they are making forces them to scale walls and climb over razor wire.  Part of the protest is against spending money foolishly on 8 or 20 world leaders when millions of people in those countries are not being fed, let alone feted.  So spending gazillions on security is bound to create more violent behaviour anyway.

But even if one could understand the vandalizing of the police vehicles ... what about those store owners and their businesses?

And then this morning for the first time (remember I was not attempting to follow all this) I heard on CBC about a man who was about 5'4" and 140 pounds who was reporting the conference for the Guardian newspaper in Britain.  The police roughed him up ... twisted his arm behind his back and then, when he was helpless, a third policeman punched him very hard in the stomach.  All the while, he was protesting that he was not resisting arrest, that he was press.  A Canadian reporter witnessed it all and reported it to CBC.  He added the information that not only was the man small and no threat to anyone, he had one kidney and was an asthmatic.

So now all my notions, preconceived and recently formed, have been scrambled.

Maybe we got this much violent behaviour in Toronto because it was provoked ... by the police ... and by a government that expected the worst so it created an environment that encouraged it.

Early this morning I received an email that read:

"If you keep on saying things are going to be bad, you have a good chance of being a prophet." Isaac Bashevis Singer 1904-1991, Journalist and Writer

Mr. Singer died long before Mr. Harper came to power in this country, but he could have been  talking to our prime minister, who has spent six times as much on this summit's security as was spent in Pittsburgh last year ... a summit that was much more peaceful and whose damage was far less costly.

After the Weekend

We are back to clanking, roaring, beeping noisiness this morning, but the weekend was pleasant, and quiet.

Our next door neighbours were entertaining, but the only sign of habitation was the fact that two little boys with no experience with kayaks  were out most of the weekend playing on the lake, their paddles occasionally skimming the surface of the water at first but by Sunday dipping in more often than not.

The only time they became loud, Kenya went over to check out what was happening, ended up staying with them for an hour or so and came back exhausted and water logged.

Overall it was a very special weekend for Kenya.  She had Charlie (an extra dog but not very sociable or playful) here to pretend that there was some competition for her sticks, and two young men who threw those sticks into the water.  Techwood and Scott came up on Saturday and left Sunday afternoon.  We ate well  (I made Tamarak's Island pork tenderloin with barbecued veggies and rice on Saturday, and Scott made hamburgers on Sunday. We played with dogs, lounged around the garden, weeded, moved some black pipe up to the storage spot with the roofing tin, turned the clothesline right side up, drank more than we should have ... and just generally had a relaxed happy weekend.

I am still not drinking the water and won't be able to till later this week ... I expect by Friday if my plumber works that day. It makes planning for the long weekend a little trickier, and it was already tricky ...  I had hoped to visit friends near Montreal but M. is undergoing tests and so her dates are up in the air.

We are supposed to have good weather so maybe I will just hang out here ... and invite friends to join me at the lake.

I am teaching the following week so will have an escape from the noise every morning at least.

I hope you all had a great weekend and that the week is beginning well for you too.

Johnny Baptiste Day

Today is Jean Baptiste Day ... if you don't live in Quebec you may never have heard of this holiday ... but when I was a Quebec teacher it was special because it meant a day off in June ... and it means that many things halt today ... including the blasting and hammering and other noise on the lake.

I had intended to go into town today to run some errands and escape the noise, but now I am reveling in silence and even if it is grey and misty after last night's downpour, it is still a lovely place to be.

Yesterday afternoon after the workers quit, there were a few minor landslides and one small tree tumbled down but not all the way onto the road.  But after the earthquake and the weekend's more impressive slides, these were hardly noteworthy.  Kenya, however, still regards the other side of the lake as a menace and refuses to leave the relative safety of the house ... and complains when I stay down on the deck.  "Can't you see that's dangerous?" she whines, and no amount of cajoling will induce her to join me.

When no one showed up at 7 a.m., I thought perhaps they were not working because of the dampness of the earth, that the rain might have created a more hazardous situation ... but I think it is just that Jean Baptiste Day is a good day to sleep in, especially if you went home and had a few beers to calm your nerves after the earthquake.

If I thought it sounded and felt like dynamite, what must have gone through the minds of those men who had been working in such close proximity to actual dynamite for a few days?  

I may just have a lazy day and take Kenya for a long walk.  She needs more exercise than she has been getting since the blasting started.

And tomorrow morning, if the machine all rev up at 7 a.m., I will head away from the hills and into Ottawa.  I want to get a swiss chard plant because I have uprooted one of my renegade nasturtiums and the chard seeds I planted have not done much of anything yet.  I also need a hoe for the other gardens.

Tomorrow my plumber is coming in the afternoon He will replace the ultraviolet light and get my system working properly again because the municipality phoned yesterday to tell me that I have fecal coliforms in my water supply.  Funny I haven't been ill ... maybe I am immune to all kinds of fecal matter!

I felt the earth move

Today I have been feeling like someone imprisoned by noise.  Huge earth moving machines have been clanking, rumbling and drilling since 7 a.m. across the lake and beside me.  After lunch I considered escaping somewhere in my car but then Kenya would have been here alone and miserable ... and besides, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.  I just wanted it to be quiet.

I went up to my bedroom, closed all the windows and lay on my bed reading.  Kenya was asleep on the floor.

Suddenly there was an explosive noise (I think) and the whole house shook.  Curtain rods leaning against the wall by my bureau rattled to the floor and Kenya disappeared downstairs to her crate.

I went immediately to the windows facing the lake but nothing looked any different outside. 

My plants, however were still trembling, and so was I.

I went to the phone to dial 911, certain that the drilling and blasting across the lake was responsible.  No phone.

I went next door and asked if they had felt the blast.  The four men working on their machines said it wasn't a blast; it was an earthquake; that they had heard about it on the radio.

Cripes ... my ears still felt blasted.  I was feeling shaken.  And my phone still wasn't working.

I went home, and tried the phone again.  It wasn't working as a phone, but the service is intact so I was able to go on-line.

Now I am going to check the whole house.

A Little Ketchup on the Side ... updated

* Lake Front News:  On Saturday Tamarak, and her Carino came out to share local barbecued beef burgers.   Our entertainment consisted of a display put on by Mother Nature with a lot of help from the people who have been felling trees and carving out the base of the mountain that borders the road on the other side of the lake. I know nothing about physics, geology or botany but I do know that if you remove a large chunk of the base of a triangle, the top will tumble, and if you remove trees, you will no longer have a root system which help keep shale and earth in place.  What they have done is destabilize an already fragile rock face.  From about 3 p.m. and on through the night, we watched and listened as small avalanches slid down the ravaged almost vertical slope tossing rocks onto the road and into the lake.  On Sunday I rode my bike around (still far too skittish to take a car) and realized that one section of the road was now the exact width of a compact car.  Any vehicle larger than that  would have one wheel up on the debris as it drove through the narrow opening between the lake and the cliff.

I called one of the councillors and ended up speaking to two of them.  They suggested that I file a formal complaint about the dangerous conditions, and recommended talking to the local newspaper people.

On Monday workers arrived with blasting caps and spent the day creating small explosions near the base.

Today they are drilling through rock   (and through my skull). Kenya has been indoors for a couple of days now with her paws over her ears.

As I write they are now preparing to do some more blasting.  It's quite interesting.  They lay the charges and then  cover them with huge mats made of old tires.  Then they move all the machinery used in the process out of harm's way.  Just before they set off the explosion, the biggest machine with the air horn honks several times and then the lever is pushed.  The one they are working on now is the site of one of the Saturday night landslides.  I expect that it will cause several trees to tumble and possibly take out the hydro lines.  So I am closing down for now.

After writing this, I biked over for a closer look and ended up speaking with one of the councillors I had spoken to.  They have decided to put off blasting the spot I wrote about and are nibbling away from the left hand side where the work starts.  It is slow tedious work ... prepare for blasting, blast, shovel up debris and deal with it, confer, start again.

They have been dumping the debris alongside the road and very close to the creek that feeds the lake ... wonder whether that is environmentally sound, too.  But they are running out of places to put it.

While all this was going on a line of cars were halted for about 1/2 hour ... on their way to the 5 Lakes Fishing Club (I know because of the red licence plates).  Maybe if they inconvenience the club members enough something will get done.  They certainly have more pull than the residents here have.  We are too few and not nearly important enough.

On the Social Side:   Tamarak, Carino and Ian came and made dinner yesterday.  They made their wonderful Island Pork Tenderloin and I made up a dressing using a little oil, cider vinegar, lemon juice, water and herbs, and basted slices of red and green pepper, eggplant and zucchini on the barbecue.

Today I am going to meet Liz at Le Hibou for lunch.  She is on her way home from golfing and has some ESL materials for me.  I am looking forward to escaping from the drilling.

Neighbours:    My next door neighbours have picked the perfect time to install their septic system.  They have huge earth moving machines roaring away providing accompaniment for the drills and the blasting caps.

On my way back from biking over to take a closer look I noticed that the new neighbour had parked his car on the road in front of his driveway where his truck was parked.  For a couple of weeks he parked his truck on the road directly in front of the mailboxes necessitating about five manoeuvres for anyone trying to collect mail and then turn using the private road across from his place, so I was pleased that the car was less obtrusive than the truck had been.  I suspected that someone had finally complained to him.  Then I stopped to say hi to Rowboat Flo who told me about the excitement this morning.  One of the massive vehicles used for the roadwork got held up by the car on the road..  No one was home to move the car and it took an hour for the big vehicle to make its way past.  Several cars just sat there waiting for the the vehicle to move so that they could continue.

So ... between our new inconsiderate neighbour and the demolition of the mountain we are have an exciting start to summer ... I could do with a return to the peace and quiet of Pike Lake's usual boredom.

Still wobbly

Yesterday I received a free 1 1/2 hour massage that I had won without realizing I was even entered in a draw!

Afterwards I felt as relaxed and boneless as a jelly fish.  I ate dinner (prepared the day before) and fell into bed around 7 p.m. and awoke this morning at 6 as always.  I am still feeling relaxed and stress free.

An extra bonus came in the form of gardening advice.  The masseur is a gardener and has been since he was a little guy growing up on the farm.   He and his family almost never have to buy vegetables as they have a super cool cellar in their basement with three foot thick stone walls.

Here are some of Jan's gardening tips that I plan to try this year or next.

1.   Pepper plants like to grow close enough to touch their leaves.  (Mine do)

2.  They like to have a drink of epsom salts and water and will reward you with a bumper harvest.

3.  He (and now I) are going to try some upside down gardening next year.  You make a hole in the bottom of a pail and plant your cucumber or tomato or whatever seedling int the hole.  You line the hole with a slit coffee filter to keep the soil away from the plant's leaves and fruit.  You fill the pail with prepared soil and hang it plant side down wherever it makes sense.  I plan to hang some from the deck railing next year.

4.   He has also promised to share some of his seed from amazing tomatoes that create slices the size of a piece of bread with me for next season.

5.  He also told me about a tomato that is picked green in the fall and wrapped and kept in a cool place and delivers fresh home grown tomatoes until February.

So far today I have cooked up some rhubarb that Rowboat Flo gave me, thrown sticks for Kenya, weeded a bit, entertained the next door huskies and talked to their owner, and drunk some iced tea made from a variety of herbals ... green tea with pear and mint ...

When I complete this post I will check the lotto ticket I bought the other day (I almost never buy lotto tickets) and then I will take another glass of tea down to the garden and read.

Unless of course it turns out that I won ... and then I might go a little mad, do a frenetic little dance ... and then go down to the garden with my tea and my book.


I feel very lucky just now ... and still very wobbly ... When it warms up a bit I may spend the rest of my day floating around the lake.

Mood Cycles

Now that I no longer have any hormones my moods seem to be controlled completely by weather and events in my life. 

Several cold damp days with little evidence of sun combined with yet more tax bills from Quebec have had the effect of turning me into a wretched couch potato.  Today the sun is streaming in through my windows and I feel much more energetic. As soon as I finish this post I intend to write some cheques and send them out, have a coffee with Rowboat Flo who is now back at the lake and feeding her feral cats herself again, and transplant some Mugo pines while the earth is still dampish enough to be easy to work.

During my doldrums I watched several movies.  Yesterday ... Alice in Wonderland and Son of Rambow, both kids' movies intended for adults, and ones that succeeded in raising my spirits.

Alice provided a swirl of colour that cut through the greyness.  And it was fun to fall into the madness of that world with Alice.  The other movie also celebrated the world of the imagination, this time a crazy colourful world concocted by two little boys whose everyday lives were as grey as my days have been this week.  In both films, the excitement of imagination wins out over the everyday dullness of a boring life.

I think I may be missing my funky furniture with all its bright colours.

So ... first the cheques, then the coffee, and then the pines ... but next, the first coat on Lily's high chair.  A bright happy yellow, I think.

Guess Who Came to Dinner

Noticing

This morning I was planning a lesson for a writing workshop and decided to use my camera to try something out.  I took photos of the Paw plant, an enormous creature that was a couple of inches high two years ago when it was started from a plant that dated back to a plant grown by someone I loved, now long dead.

The Paw plant has completely taken over my den window, and I have several smaller rootlings started downstairs. A rabbit makes its home in its branches and it is in bloom right now.

The other day Kenya raced over to my bedroom window to bark furiously at the Mergansers that were trespassing.  At that window I have dried wild flowers and grasses.  Her excitement caused the bullrushes to explode into the room and all over her.  By the time I got my camera out, she had shaken off most of her fluffiness, but here is what I managed to capture.

  And here is my sleepy girl this morning.  Most mornings she gets up on my bed for a cuddle before we start our day and she becomes far more interested in sticks, cookies, Sadie and toads than in snuggling with her mom.

A hairy little heartening weekend ...

I seem to have been running from one social engagement to another all weekend ... and also bought  (foolishly) a very expensive pair of German sandals and then returned them a day later.

But I did manage to watch one of the movies I picked up at my favourite little second hand store.  It was called "Heart" and cost me $3.95.   Unless you grew up in the fifties, it probably won't mean anything to you, but when I was fourteen, in 1954, a sixteen year old girl swam Lake Ontario.  Her name was Marilyn Bell.

She learned to swim at the same place I  did:  the Sunnyside pool.  And while my swimming in Lake Ontario was confined to short distances from the raft we neighbourhood kids knocked together, she swam 32 miles across that grey, cold, rough-waved lake. 

Still at fourteen, and living by then in Halifax, I felt a sense of kinship with her.

"Heart" is her story.  I am very glad it jumped off that dusty shelf into my hands.  I like reading about people who struggle against tremendous odds.

Another hitherto unknown movie I bought recently was called  "The Freedom Writers". It too was about a young woman who fought against terrible odds and succeeded;  another movie that reminded me of my youth.  This time, I was taken back to those years I spent teaching.

Today we have rain again and I have botched  a loaf of banana bread.  It is still edible, just not pretty.  I used one of those silicone loaf pan things.

Ever since Kenya went to the groomer she has had dandruff.  I am not sure whether the groomer used a shampoo she is allergic to, or whether she didn't rinse her properly or whether it had something to do with the fact that she shaved a section above her tail (something I would NEVER do and that is where the dandruff started).  It is also possible that it was all just coincidental.   But Kenya's coat is usually beautiful ... long and sleek and silky.

The first attempt to remedy the problem was almond oil applied topically.  She seemed to enjoy it but she looked like a wet hen with spiked hair. After a few hours I bathed her with warm water from the hose and puppy shampoo and then rinsed her really well.


 Then I decided to fix things from the inside out.  I mixed  olive oil into her food She liked the olive oil fine but I went on line to see if there was a better choice.  They suggested Vitamin E or fish oil so I went to the health food store and bought something specially for dogs' coats and skin.

Her coat already looks better so I think I am on the right track.

Rainy Day Musings

A Day Full of Surprises

First of all there was the strange email trapped in my junk mail that I mistook for an ad for child prostitutes when it was really coming from a reputable travel agency.

Kids are just $99 at select Sun Resorts - LIMITED TIME OFFER

What the ... ? I asked myself.  Surely to god no one would that blatantly advertise child prostitutes.

I was about to delete it when I noticed that the sender was Flight Network, the cheap flights service I used to fly to London in November.


That made me think about the odd sign I saw several years ago in Orleans.  I went out of my way to tell them there was a problem with their sign.  It was one of those cheap ones ... big ... but cheap.  You placed the letters of your message yourself.  Sort of like magnetic poetry on the fridge.

The fact that it was in a very francophone part of Greater Ottawa  might have explained the lack of interest shown by the employees I spoke to.

The sign read in BIG BOLD letters:

MASSAGE   THE   RAPIST

I decided against attempting to let Flight Network know about my confusion.  They would likely have been just as disinterested as the massage therapists had been.


And then a while later as I dealt with steady unremitting rain and very wet dogs who followed me from room to room, the smelliest one never more than five feet away from me, I thought it would be appropriate to say that they were "hounding me", or " dogging my footsteps" perhaps.

Because of the stink I opened windows upstairs and lit the wood stove downstairs providing  fresh air for me, warmth for all of us, and drying spots for wet dogs.

The open windows inspired the newly airborne robin youngsters to attempt to join us.  Two flew right up to the screens in my den and one dropped a white calling card on the cedar sill before flying back to his tree.

Yesterday I planted creeping red thyme in the zany zen garden ... and it is very happy with all this rain ... even if I could stand a little more sunshine.

It has been an odd day in many ways.  I am still not dressed ... lazing about answering emails, talking to friends on the phone, researching perennials that like damp places.

A good way to spend a rainy day.

Hope you are enjoying your weather ... and your day.

My Heart Breaks

My heart breaks for that 17 year old mother whose error in judgment resulted in the death of her newborn baby girl ... and who has now been charged with manslaughter.

I think about all the people I know who have made similar errors in judgment; who encouraged their dogs to interact with their children for all the right reasons; who walked out to look at the flowers leaving the door open, the baby safely ensconced in a car seat on an easy chair or couch.

You don't have to be a 17 year old mother to make mistakes.

But surely if you are a 17 year old first time mother your grieving should not be shattered by a manslaughter charge.

Another Lovely Dinner Party

Tamarak, her Carino, her youngest daughter and her partner, and their three dogs all arrived on Saturday afternoon prepared to make me another great dinner.  This time it was Island Pork Tenderloin  (yummy) with asparagus and jasmine rice ... and a birthday cake.  The young 'uns left around 11 with Kaiah  (the little dog with the enormous ears)  and the rest of us hung out a while longer and then all went to bed here at the lake.

Today is a grey day, so I am lounging around reading the gardening magazines Tammy brought me.  Tomorrow I will plant the seeds that accompanied them ... wild flowers mainly ...  Thank you all for a wonderful birthday ...

Here is a smattering of photos ...

This post is specially for Techwood

Techwood asked if I had photos of my garden on my blog.  I thought I had ... but it seems I was too busy gardening to post the progress.

Look what warm sunshine, lots of rain and great soil conditions have produced already!

 ARUGULA, RADISHES AND NASTURTIUMS; TOMATOES;  MORNING GLORY BLOSSOM;    BEANS;   HOT AND SPICY OREGANO;   A BEAN THAT DECIDED TO GROW IN SAND (JUST SHOWS HOW HARD IT IS TO KILL A BEAN! ;   HOSTAS;  AN OLD DANDELION ;    LETTUCE; . RADISHES ALMOST READY FOR HARVESTING

These were all organized but then the computer overrode my wishes and produced something random.

In other news, I finished teaching Andreas yesterday and Linda and Bob drove all the way from Barrie to bring me dinner.  What a thoughtful loving thing to do!  Dinner was wonderful., and  Linda also gave me her tea chest ... which I have coveted ever since she got it.  My first words (god help me ... those first words I blurt out often get me in trouble ...)

Anyway ... my first words were ... "But you're not dead yet."  She looked a little startled ... and I reminded her of when I first saw the tea chest and joked that she should leave it to me in her will ... But no ... she is not yet dead or ready to will anything to anyone just yet ... she was simply giving me something she knew I would love.   All the labels are hand made. Not sure if you can see the calligraphy.   Can you blame me for having had tea chest envy all those years ago???

It is an absolutely lovely day here at the lake.  I may cancel an appointment I have in town and just revel in my new found freedom ... and organize my boxes of wood kindling or firewood for the garden's fire place now that Odin at Property Solutions has cleared a spot for them.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

A Tiny Glimpse of Heaven

Too busy teaching every day and gardening afterwards to blog, but here is what I look down on in the afternoon when things get a little less hectic.

Tomorrow is my last day on this assignment and I am looking forward to having some freedom.

Friends are coming tomorrow afternoon and bringing dinner ... what a lovely break!



Yesterday another old friend came for lunch and brought me a beautiful morning glory which is anxious to climb the deck.  When it has climbed a little higher  I will post a photo. 

I have realized that I planted too many zucchinis in all the wrong places ... and now have to transplant them before they take over. I am thinking of moving them to the grey water field area.  I just have a few tomatoes and some herbs there now so they will be a nice addition, and they can sprawl out to their hearts' content.

Kenya smells lovely and has a new identity ...

Kenya went to the groomer today while I taught a lesson on rhetorical devices ... a local woman who breeds horses and dogs and showed her animals for years.

The lesson went well and the groomer loved Kenya ... said she put her head on her lap and just relaxed almost the whole time.  She gave her a bag of her homemade natural doggy treats for being such a sweetie.

She thinks (judging by her coat and size) that Kenya is definitely Flat Coat Retriever ... but that the other bits and pieces are Australian Shepherd and Akita.  The Akita is a big dog;  the females go around Kenya's weight, and the males up to 120 pounds.  And, like Kenya,  they have very dense double coats that keep them waterproof.  The Australian Shepherd and the Akita both carry the blue eyed gene, and the Australian Shepherd would account for the brindling on her legs.

This is Kenya's second professional grooming in 4 1/2 years ... of course I comb her pretty regularly and she has one of those outer coats that is silky and sheds debris easily.  The groomer was impressed by how healthy she is and how good she looks.

I am enjoying teaching but I am glad to have a three day weekend. Enjoy your weekend.

Oh ... this evening I ate a salad that was almost completely from my own garden ... only the tomato was bought.  It was made up of leaf lettuce, arugula, and a sampling of every herb I am growing.

Natural defense to the Rescue

It is stinking hot here ... even here ... and Kenya and I have both been swimming as much as possible this afternoon.  Now I have the dehumidifier on downstairs and a fan blowing 26 degree air around upstairs.

I was happily ensconced on my bed reading  a novel ... after doing some obligatory reading for tomorrow's lesson ... when Kenya set up a frantic howl and headed up the road to the mountain.  The last time she behaved like that she ended up with $300 worth of porcupine quills in her face.

I took off after her, barefoot, a Natural Defense bone in my hand ... I waved it around and told her I had something very special for her  ... and ... she turned her back on whatever she was chasing and came back to the house like a docile lamb.


The last time we were in that situation I used every wile I knew ... including raw beef ... nothing worked like this magic just did.

Congratulations, Natural Defense.

We are almost at the end of the trial ... just the breath tests left ... To be honest I don't really notice a difference in her breath ... but I will pay close attention and report.  What is absolutely clear though, is that both she and Remi thought these treats were to die for.

Finally ... over my first phobia ...

I used to be terrified of snakes ... all snakes ...

It began when I was four or five and chased into deep mud by boys carrying snakes  ...  not sinking sand but mud that sucked off rubber boots ... mud that required the other kids to get a Bell telephone repairman off a pole to rescue me ...  I think I would have run the mile in three minutes if anyone had chased me with a snake after that ... and did ... a couple of times ...

People have tried to teach me about them ... have taken me to places where I could learn about them ... used logic ... used my feelings about animals ... all to no avail.


I realized they were right ... but my gut reaction was abject terror.

I tried to control that terror in order to prevent my own children and theirs from inheriting it from me ...

One daughter was walked across half an acre of land, her tiny hand in mine, so that I could show her the nice garter snake.  I nearly broke the bones in her hand enroute.

A grandson was similarly introduced to a snake in the bottom of a canoe ... and it was all I could do to stay there with him as I encouraged him to admire its lovely colours and appreciate its role in the natural scheme of things.

But my own gut said "KILL ALL SNAKES, before they kill you."

Today I realized that I may have overcome that phobia.

Kenya and I were down at the shore where I put the kayak in the water.  I was filling a bucket for the garden.

A tiny water snake slithered past and Kenya was very interested.

I realized that it had a leech in its mouth.  I seldom see leeches on that side of the cottage so I was more interested than frightened or horrified.  I told Kenya to leave it be ... that it was cleaning up the shoreline of leeches.

And that is when I realized that I may have overcome the irrational fear I used to have.

I overcame my second phobia (fear of heights) which began during my first pregnancy, when, about a dozen years later I was living in a school house that was still being renovated and lacked a staircase to the mezzanine.  My sewing room where I made almost everything my children and I wore was up there ... and the only way up was via a step ladder.  I zipped up and down that ladder several times an hour some days  ... and without even realizing it I discovered one day that I was no longer imprisoned on the ground by an abject fear of heights.

Tomorrow I will teach all morning ... my teaching partner is very ill ... she suspects giardia ... and won't likely be in till Thursday. The news required an abrupt change of plans ... but that is not the sort of thing that terrifies me ... not the sort of thing that immobilizes me ... not one of my phobias ... thank goodness.

The Queen's Birthday

I find it odd that we Canadians celebrate the birthday of a monarch few of us care much about ... but nice that we do so by digging our fingers into warm soil, attempting to create gardens in our too short summers.


This summer promises to be the longest we've ever had ... or at least the longest I remember.

Nice that this is the one I decided to start gardening.

I have a to-do list for the garden that includes working away at the weeds in the gravel a little each day.  I figure a week to clean up the zany zen garden and then it will simply be upkeep.  Yeah, I know ... simply.  Nothing is ever simple.


My next big job (besides teaching for the next two weeks) is to finally get at the rest of the windows.  That is a job that I may have to call in help to accomplish.  But we will see.

Odin and Mark came on Saturday and took away a truckload of wood remains.  They will be back (with extra muscle) to move the old wood stove that is spoiling my view of the lake, and to complete the rest of the clean-up ... before the end of the month they have promised.  This is a really busy time of year for Odin's newly established company.

Remi is going home this evening.  His people miss him.  Kenya will be lonely when he goes.  So will Sadie.  Remi and Sadie play tag team wrestling, both of them ganging up on Kenya.  It is fun to watch.  She is remarkably patient with these two ... probably because she thinks of them as hers.  I will miss his warm body in bed every night ... but I won't miss the extra sand and laundry that result from an extra dog that paddles or swims in the lake and then trucks through earth before coming into the house.

May 24 Weekend

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.

Today's Labour of Love

Photos of my first real garden

If I get enough energy back ...

If I do find the energy again, I will post photos of my progess.  In the meantime words will have to suffice.

I completed the box with cedar and filled it with mixed soil.  Then I planted a real combination of things ... at the back the climbers ... zucchinii, cucumbers and pole beans.  In front, bush beans, both green and yellow, and sugar snap peas.Then I planted the rest of the nasturtiums in the tree trunks,  took a great big breath, and considered how to start the rock gardens of herbs.

When I had my courage up I began ... and five hours later had 8 different herbs planted in and around the big rock area.

Then I went in for a swim ... well I started to ... I waded up to my knees and splashed icy cold water all over myself.  I don't know how Kenya stands it ... probably the same way she and Sadie stay cool while Remi has to come in from the sun.  They have thick insulating coats.

I discovered that I have to shade the basil and the lettuce from the strongest sun ... used my mosquito pullover today but have to find a better way.  Some kind of movable screen I think.

It is an experience ... I have told you already that I am not a gardener, right?



 

Gardening Update

Gardening must be about as boring to read about as dog biscuits ... but that is my life these days ...

Jim made me two box frames 6 feet long, one foot wide, and the depth of a 1x8.  When I got them home I stacked them and went looking for nice pieces of cedar to hold them together.  All my cedar bits and pieces are different lengths so I will have to saw them before attaching them.  I hate sawing and am an incompetent hammerer, but this job is very straightforward so I hope I can't mess up too badly.

I didn't have enough soil to fill the box so off I went to the village to load up once again ... 9 bags of soil and one of sheep manure.

The trip down the two hills had to be done in stages ... but all of the bags are now reposing in the zany zen garden where I will mix and fill the box and the tree stump pots for nasturtiums ... they are the ones with the edible orange flowers and the peppery leaves ... and will plant the climbing beans and zucchini in the box and the rest of the nasturtiums in the stumps.

Then the really hard labour begins ... I have to create little gardens for the various herbs by digging down through the gravel to earth, filling each spot with good mixed soil, and then planting.  I will do it one herb at a time ...

I am a little concerned that this might not work very well because there is so much rock beneath the gravel ... that there will be insufficient room to give each perennial enough soil.  Oh well ... all I can do is try.  If it doesn't work I will resort to pots and next year I will have another square foot garden made.

I am doing this as a gift to myself to celebrate the completion of the house and my seventieth birthday ... but I must say that it is the least cost effective way possible to get fresh vegetables.

The dogs are outside waiting for me to fuel up before attacking today's gardening chores.  More another time ... maybe I will even do something more exciting than mix soil ... and will actually have something to write about.

Quick and Dirty

I have mixed more soil mix, planted the impatiens in a chicken wire and perforated green garbage bag dish in the old well, moved the lumber Leonard and I are transporting to Jim's place, arranged for transport, finished planting the square foot garden ... and am about to fly to have the box for climbers created.

Remi took off with his Natural defense bone ... upstairs ... just in case Kenya might be interested in his ... Usually he just drops and crunches into treats.  This time, after assuring himself he was safe from interruption, he did as Kenya does, held it between his paws and munched away slowly.

Must run now ... today will be another digging and planting day with the occasional break to apply linament and throw a stick into the lake for Kenya and a tennis ball for Remi.  He is really funny when we play this way ... gets VERY excited every time Kenya jumps in to swim after a stick ... comes and tells me and forces me to watch everything she does.  Yesterday he let me throw a ball in the water and was willing after much cautionary procrastination to swim two strokes to get it.  He is a sweet boy but not a water dog.

Natural Defense

Natural Defense is the last brand to be tested and it appears to be the winner so far.


These "bones" are the largest of the treats and are intended for medium dogs.  The recommended amount is 2 per week.  I must say these look good enough to eat with their marrowy looking centres.  The ingredients, with the exception of salt and sodium,  read like a health food product for dogs, and there are 140 calories in every bone.  That is only 40 calories per day, the same as the Crunch'n'Cleans.  They also smell like something a dog would salivate for ... strong smoky sausage.

Ingredient List:
corn starch
potato starch
glycerin
water
natural flavour
dehydrated myrtle leaf
sodium tripoliphosphate
salt
potassium sorbate
a number of vitamins
rice hulls
chlorophyll

Kenya agreed with my assessment.   First she sniffed cautiously ... then with enthusiasm.  Then she took the treat to her treat-eating carpet in front of the wood stove.  She took a long time savouring this one.  No worries about gulping down indigestible, intestine-blocking chunks here.  She licked for a few minutes and then held it between her paws the way a chipmunk or groundhog eats a treat and nibbled away at it for a very long time.

I haven't priced any of the products or compared their price and appeal to Dentistix, but so far this one is definitely a treat we like.  By the end of the test we will report on Kenya's breath and the appearance of her teeth.

Not part of the official taste test ... Kenya stole the smaller of my recently planted hydrangeas yesterday thinking it was a stick to play with ... Maybe she isn't as bright as I had thought!  She refused to give it back and tore off into the woods with it.  I have replaced it with a rosemary plant.  Good grief!

Other Doggy News ... Remi, who was supposed to come last weekend is now coming today.  He may be here for a couple of weeks.  Kenya will be in heaven.  And I can see if Remi is dumb enough to like the Crunch&Cleans.

White Bites by Arm and Hammer, the Baking Soda People

I am cutting the testing of this one short ... not because Kenya hates them or because they are causing any bad side effects ... but because the sample I have is intended for a very small dog and the texture is so hard that I am afraid Kenya might swallow one whole and, like the Tasty Treats, this could cause a blockage.

Kenya chewed the Tasty Treats more than she does these little white bones with blue speckles.

She eats this one in the oddest way.  First she sucks the whole thing into her mouth and then slides it out.  It is a little like watching a kid eat a popsicle.  After doing this a few times she is drooling all over the carpet on which she is lying.  She finally starts to chew and the White Bite disappears far too quickly to have been properly masticated.

The ingredient list for this one is fairly innocuous:

wheat gluten
water
soy protein
glycerin
rice flour
gelatin
soium caseinate
calcium carbonate
titanium dioxide
potassium sorbate
sodium alginate
FD&C Blue #1
Baking Soda

So ... no more tiny White Bites.  She is going to start the fourth one tomorrow. 

And I am going back to filling my square foot garden with black earth, sheep manure and vermiculite ... and stopping every hour to rub linament on my aching haunch.

I will post photos of this lovely box soon!

An Eclectic Post

We are concluding the taste test of the Tasty Treats today.  The fishy breath was just an aberration ... maybe Kenya caught a fish that day and ate it ... after all she caught a mouse in a neighbour's garden  this week.  So ... the nubbly little Tasty Treats were a success ... clean breath and customer satisfaction.  Stay tuned for the next treat on the list tomorrow.

Today is a busy day ... Jim is coming to make my square foot gardening box this morning at eight,  and Dan is bringing Remi to stay for a few days a little later this morning.  Then I have to make a town run after that to shop at Costco for groceries and a new kettle.  If I continue to use a pot and wander off and forget it for much longer I will burn the house down.  And now is not the time to do that!

I will try to use up the Crunch'n'Cleans on Remi while he is here.  I have offered them to Kenya occasionally this week and she just leaves them lying wherever I have put them.  Too bad because I had a whole box of those whereas I have sample sized amounts of all the others.

Safe Post

I am discovering (or rather re-discovering after a long and peaceful hiatus) that it safer to be bland that to take a stand based on what you believe.

So ... here is my (almost) completely  bland post for today.

1.    I have been working with glass and metal and here is what I have produced: a funny little table that catches the light and creates mirror images on the stone ... and holds a wine glass very nicely.

2.   I start teaching again the last week of May ... same young German student as last year ... 3 hours per day for two weeks  ... I am delighted ... and am sharing the teaching load with a travel writer.  The meeting to confirm all the arrangements should have been non-controversial ... except that I was given hell by someone with an absolutely empty (and it always is) parking lot because he "pays the taxes there and the owner of River Echo doesn't. " Good grief!

3.   The #2 biscuit (the nubby toothbrush TT) is still one of Kenya's favourite treats ... BUT ... today her breath smelled fishy ... EWWWW!  Still have to see if the TT is the cause ...

4.   Just got a call from Jesse.  She had another ultrasound and Lily is doing fine ... and starting to squirm around enough for Jesse to to feel her movements.  So ... my next project will be the high chair suitable for a Lily.

And that is it for today.  I will try not to get into any more trouble ... but SHEESH ... it ain't always easy!

A Modest Proposal

Loons are black and white but the problem of the Canada Geese is not as simple ... and it seems to be one that has the potential to split apart our little lake community.

This lake is a beautiful spot for wildlife and, as a result, for humans too.

Most of the lake is very natural with grasses and bushes near the water line and forest behind that.  At one end of the lake is Betsy's beach with its manicured lawn that could rival a golf course's greens.  This is where all the community parties take place, where the bonfire is built, the barbecues happen, and horse shoes are pitched.  Betsy is generous to the community and she takes great pride in keeping her property beautiful ... and manicured.

And therein lies the problem.

Geese are not like the merganser ducks or the loons or the giant snapping turtles which thrive in secluded spots among reeds and near forested shores.  Geese love lawns.  Not because they offer them superlative food, but because geese feel secure only where they have a clear line of sight so that they can see the approach of enemies.

Betsy's beach is a Canada Goose magnet.

The other day Samuel shot one or two of the Canada Geese leaving only a single mother with about a dozen goslings.  (The exact number changes daily as the mergansers like to nibble on the webby toes of the babies, and pull them under.)

Walter was very upset.  He feels we should share our planet with animals, and he was also concerned because the shooting took place very close to his home.

When I heard about it from Walter, I went on-line to find out about the federal laws governing the hunting of Canada Geese.  One story in particular concerned me.  Last year, an Ontario man was fined $4500 for shooting a migratory bird out of season and within a mile of houses.  I was also concerned by the fact that Natural Resources posts a snitch line number on their site.

Samuel has been living on this lake longer than any of us.  All of us value him as a neighbour, a friend, and a source of local natural wisdom.  No one on the lake would want to see Samuel face that kind of fine for doing a favour for a neighbour.  He had shot the goose or geese at Betsy's request.  She was tired of stepping in goose poop.

I don't like goose poop much either, to be honest.  A grown goose poops about a pound of loose green stool every day in shots that happen every 7 or 8 minutes.  A couple of geese can make an awfully big mess in a very short time.

I guess what bothers me is not that people don't want to have the geese around in their neighbourhood.   That is understandable.  I don't think anyone on the lake would be happy to have a colony of geese living here and polluting the lake.

No.  What bothers me is the automatic assumption that the only way to solve the problem is to kill the geese.

I have asked the secretary of the lake association to bring this matter up at our annual meeting.  She has spoken to the three people concerned ... wisely and openly.  They are investigating the possibility of getting a special licence from the Ministry of Natural Resources to shoot the geese out of season because they are destroying property.  That would solve the problem of Samuel doing something illegal, and would rid Betsy's lawn of goose poop.  Seems like the best solution, right?

I don't think so.  I would rather see us, as a lake association, find an alternative solution, one that protects the cleanliness of the lake, the sensibilities of all lake residents, and the geese.

We are people who love living this close to nature.  Our grandchildren are lucky enough to still be able to hear and see wild life.  We should be protecting wildlife, not killing it simply because it is a nuisance.

Although I just read that goose poop is a wonderful natural fertilizer that could be used in our gardens and placed in our compost bins, I don't think that we should encourage Canada Geese to choose this lake as their new home.

So how do we rid ourselves of Canada Geese in an environmentally sensible, humane way?

We discourage the geese.  We make the lake unattractive as a nesting area.

Geese would find Betsy's lawn far less attractive if she grew some tall grasses close to shore, or if she planted shrubs or anything that would block their view of predators.  She could put flags or other waving things on the lawn if she really needed to keep it manicured.  She could put a sprinkler on the lawn. They hate being sprayed.  Geese also hate coyotes, border collies and other herding dogs, and swans.  We could do what they have done elsewhere where they have twenty or thirty unwanted Canada Goose visitors; we could use decoys.  The coyote ones seem a little over the top to me, but I wouldn't mind a couple of swan decoys floating around the lake.

Kenya keeps the geese away from my shoreline.   I would be willing to take her on a wild goose chase a couple of times a day.

But really the two simplest ways to solve the problem without shooting the geese would be to:
a)     discourage them by making Betsy's beach area less perfect for them by planting shrubs
               and
b)    install a couple of swan decoys in the lake.

Every year we each put $25 in the Lake Association pot and use it for stocking the lake and buying hotdogs and corn for the annual corn roast.  No one ever catches the fish.  We are feeding the loons, mergansers and turtles.  For one year we could buy decoys and shrubs instead of hatchlings.  And for one year we could bring our own food to barbecue together.  And while we are together we could plant the shrubs and grasses.

It is not a problem that should split a community.  It is not a problem that requires rocket scientists to solve.  With a little give and take we could keep our lake Canada Goose poop-free and help preserve a part of a very important natural heritage.

Kenya's New Best Friend

One of my neighbours, Dan, has a six month old puppy ... a Border Collie Shepherd mix.  She is adorable ... friendly, active, a regular pogo stick bouncer ... and she absolutely LOVES Kenya.

Dan has been working on his sister's cottage next door and Sadie comes with him whenever he comes to work.  I always know when they have arrived because Sadie comes to the front door and knocks.  The first time it happened I thought it might be one of the workers I have been trying to hire.  But no ... there was Sadie, all bright eyed, bushy tailed and still dry.

Kenya is always delighted to see her and the two of them play for hours.  For a while Kenya would get fed up with the puppy antics and energy after an hour, but now she is just plain happy to see her buddy.

They are fun to watch.  Kenya will not share her stick and she says really ferocious things to Sadie when the puppy teases her for just a little nibble.  Sadie's reaction is that of any youngster who knows damned well she has nothing to fear; that her foster mom really loves her no matter what she says.  She kisses Kenya's nose and ears.  She bounds right over her prone body.  She teases some more.  And Kenya accepts it all with equanimity.

Sometimes they play in the lake ... Kenya swimming, Sadie wading.  Other times they chase one another up and down the hills and through the woods.

Kenya has taught Sadie not to jump up at the windows, and scolds her when she jumps up on me ... so she is strict ... but she is also awfully glad that a good buddy lives nearby.

So am I.  Especially these days when I don't have the energy to walk Kenya far.  A puppy provides way more exercise than any human, especially an old lady human, can possibly provide.

A little of this 'n' a little of that ...

First the new dog treat testing ...

I decided to end the trial run with the C&Cs as they were causing a smelly bum ... likely the result of diarrhea and long feathers ... I know ... more information than you need ... but also because Kenya so obviously did not enjoy them ... and a treat ... even a healthy one ... should be a treat.

#2    Iams Tartar Treats (TTs)

These look like little brown nubbly tooth brushes and Kenya spent a lot of time chewing and drooling the first time she ate one (Monday, May 10, 2010).  I suspect this is healthy for her gums and for the stimulation of teeth cleansing saliva.

The recommended amount for dogs 10-20 lb. is one per day.  I think I will give my 90 pound dog 2 per day ... one each morning and night.

I was a little concerned about the cautions regarding size of treat.  Kenya doesn't gulp down large objects so is unlikely to be in danger of the "harmful or fatal" results of swallowing the thing whole ... but if I had a Lab ... or that Mountain Dog puppy ...

No mention of calories on this one ... I like to know.

Here are the ingredients:
wheat gluten ... uh oh
sodium caseinate
water
glycerin
tapioca starch
corn oil
gelatin
pea protein
natural chicken flavour
calcium carbonate
potassium sorbate (a preservative)
potassium chloride
titanium dioxide

Basically a cookie made from fairly innocuous ingredients that give it the consistency of hard rubber plus those last few chemicals which I will check out ... I suspect they are teeth cleansers.


I don't like the fact that the first ingredient is wheat since Kenya gets diarrhea from too much wheat.

Titanium Dioxide is a fine particulate produced mainly in China and used in almost every sun screen, name brand vitamins, and most anything requiring whiteness.  It has been listed as a possible carcinogenic, but not for those who ingest it, rather for those who inhale it.  In other words, all those Chinese workers are likely to get lung cancer from inhaling it by mouth so that the dust goes down the trachea to the lungs or by breathing it in as they work in not-too-well-controlled factory conditions.  Kenya is unlikely to be in danger as this is not a cookie that crumbles, but I am not overly impressed by the addition of something that could be toxic for anyone.  Just how important could whiteness be?

Potassium Chloride is saltpeter, and the calcium is the same thing found in bone strengthening pills for osteoporosis.  Not too worrisome.  I don't think she has a sex drive to diminish, and strong teeth and bones are good, right?

The sodium caseinate is just milk with acid added.

Next ... glass work ...

I had trouble controlling the little tube brush that dispenses the fake lead lines.  It was all right on the smaller test piece, but long flowing lead lines are hard to manage.  My first little table top has blobby lead lines.

I thought when I finished that it might be fun to actually make a top out of bits and pieces of stained glass ... and my lead or solder lines would be neater.  However I would have to learn to use lead if I wanted small pieces because solder only works if you can wrap the edges in foil.  Tiffany glass lamps shade, for example, are all made with channeled lead and the other , less finicky, modern types of construction join copper wrapped pieces by soldering them with lead (speaking of toxic products).

Something to think about.

What I am reading ... 

I have almost finished Khaled Hosseini's newest book, A Thousand Splendid Suns, and can recommend it without reservation.  I find it hard to put down.

  I have been trying to read Birth of a Nation, the story of Kenya's biggest and best newspaper, but it is heavy going.  The author doesn't know what to leave out .  So, while the history is accurate and interesting, the flow is like my lead lines ... blobby.  It is an easy book to put down.  I am sending it on to a friend who is younger, more academically inclined, and even more interested in Kenya's socio-political history than I am.  Like me, she read The Nation every day while living in Kenya ... and continues to read it on-line.

I enjoyed Twenty Chickens for a Saddle and would recommend it to anyone interested in Africa, simple alternative life styles, and home schooling.

I am also picking away at the square foot gardening book ... chock full of good ideas.


And that ... for today ... is that ...  Have a great week.  I think I will finally go to town this week to get new frames for my glasses ... and make the trip a Costco run as well ... My tummy is finally feeling as if it might hold up for a trip to town.

Mother's Day 2010

It's a good thing I haven't got around to changing my heading picture yet.  The hermitage looks exactly like the photo.  Snow blankets everything.  Thank goodness I was feeling too ill yesterday to shop for impatiens to plant in the strange attempt at a well that sits in a large patch of tiger lilies that also had the sense to wait till it was really spring before blossoming.  And thank heavens I am still nurturing indoors the basil plant I bought last week.

A strange year, this one.

Unseasonably warm this spring.  Far less snow and frigid temperatures than is usual this past winter.  And now this ... a real snowfall on Mother's Day.

Kenya was very sweet this morning ... and she finally broke her mother's heart.  Here is your Kenya story ... or is it the Crunch'n'Clean story?

Kenya went out to pee, and returned expecting a cookie.  I handed her a C&C which she tossed on the rug with a dismissive fling of her head.  I retrieved it.   (Yes, I know, she is the retriever, not me.)   We did the shake-a-paw trick thing.   She shook my hand and then went over to her food dish and rattled it loudly on the slate floor.  I said she had a C&C there, and pointed.  She gave the canine equivalent of a shrug and tossed the C&C around for a minute or so.  Then she ate it and went straight back to her food dish.  The message was clear to any mother.  "All right.  I've eaten my damned carrots.  NOW can I have dessert?"  I fed her, and went back to the fire and my tea.  When I came back she was sitting under the treats shelf looking up longingly.  She noticed me and gave that groany "PLEASE" thing she has perfected.

It worked. I gave her a Dentistix.  She took it with a look that can only be described as joyful and bounded off to her couch to savour it.

To all you mothers out there ... and to any dads, single or not, who play the role ... have a great day, even if it is snowing where you live.  Enjoy your children.