Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I just love this Witch Hazel that flowers in the early spring. We used to buy what was probably a tincture in a bottle to swab on mosquito and black fly bites. It worked. And then there was Witch Hazel in the Little Lulu comics. Now that dates me.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
These are a couple of grandchildren. They are standing on a fairly high bank throwing rocks into the tidal mud below. It makes a very satisfactory plop, and disappear below the surface. much better than tossing the rocks into the water. We were waiting for the tidal bore to arrive, when, with a wave, the river reverses direction.
Here is a tourist video in the same location:
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I read that there was a commercial artichoke farm up the valley. I had to try it. I bought a mail order packet of seeds. There were 22. It was expensive. They said to treat them as annuals as they only over wintered in zone 7 and higher. But I know that they are really perennials, so if I mulch them well and cover them for the winter - could I do it? I made newspaper pots and set them out. This is my artichoke farm. I had to bring them back to the apartment so I could keep them moist. These are travelling artichokes. Stay tuned.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
And this is Saint Urho's Day: http://membracid.wordpress.com/2010/03/14/happy-st-urhos-day-2/
Monday, March 15, 2010
Well, I started the spring cleaning at home yesterday. Used the exe's old knickers to scrub down the "powder room" and washed slip covers before I left to return for work. Then this evening I saw "Flow" an excellent documentary about water. Here is the trailer: http://flowthefilm.com/trailer. So this is my water theme, from the mundane to the downright scary, but for those Maude Barlow fans, and count me in as one of them, this is a must see.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
I am dreaming of summer in my daylily field. I am just back, and while the ground is mostly bare, there is no sign of growth, no sign of spring. I made a quick trip home to meet with my trusty carpenter and discuss the coming round of renovations. Now I am into an austerity programme to pay for it all!
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The poinsettia that came to live with me at the end of November obviously really likes being with me as it has not changed in the past four plus months, and it 's half way through Lent. It refuses to die, or even lose what it pretends to be petals. It doesn't seem to understand that I only got it for the Christmas season - my one decoration. So I went and got what I've always wanted, an orchid. I have to put her on the top of the bookcase, because there is so much full sun in the apartment room. I love her and I don't wish death on her ever. That poinsettia still looks magnificent.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I grew up in Montreal. I played with the Catholic girls next door. I was six or so when one day their father took me with them when they went to the oratory. It wasn't finished. It took years to build. I think they kept running out of money. But I was impressed. I was impressed by the people going up hundreds of stone stairs on their knees. (This would drive my orthopaedic surgeon nuts.) At the same time they were saying their rosaries. I figured that if you really prayed like that something big would have to happen. But the big deal was that the girls got to kiss Bother Andre's pickled heart. It in a glass jar. Their father took out his white handkerchief and whipped the glass and then each of them got to kiss the heart. But he wouldn't let me because I was a Protestant. It was so unjust and so unfair.
So it gave me some satisfaction when many years later the heart was stolen. I think that there even might have been a question of ransom. I think that the oratory guys refused to pay. A year or so later the police, acting on a tip, found the heart in the back of an apartment's bedroom closet.
Now he is to become a saint. Does that mean the heart gains beatific holiness? I so wanted to kiss it then. I wonder where it is now? I've lost the inclination to kiss it, on the other hand I just might to get my own back. Would I be blessed? Brother Andre left his heart in Montreal.
"Jesus of Montreal" was filmed at the Oratory. Blood is always a crowd pleaser: