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The last few days have been quiet, just waiting for the snow to come and go. The weather report called for snow last night, but it did not arrive. The sun rose in the east and shone into the house as we sipped our morning coffee. Now, a few hours later, it is raining. Rain is better by far than snow. It may snow tonight. So far the only signs of spring in our microworld have been one fat robin hopping about the front yard and three crocuses blooming by the garden rock, two yellow and one mauve. Oh yes, and three coltsfoot blooms, off in the bush beside the trail. This afternoon is predicted to be "warm", 9 degrees centigrade, and sunny. That is when I will take my walk, in the warmth and the sun. The muddy sections of the road are beginning to drain, leaving only few inches of mud on the surface to pull at my boots as I make my way to higher and drier ground. Soon the bears will be wandering through the neighbourhood searching the neighbour's bins for garbage. Last spring the people visiting the neighbouring dwelling left bags and bags of garbage out by the road. Idiots. The bears appeared within twenty-four hours and dragged the bags full of garbage into the bush, distributing bits widely around the torn green plastic bags. It created an ugly eyesore and set a dangerous precedent. The bears will be back. We were tickled to hear that Imp has uttered her first word, "Muma" on Saturday last. Luna sent some pictures of the grandbabies and I am quite surprised at how much they have changed since we saw them a month ago. Terra's wedding plans are progressing nicely. Our invitation arrived and the RSVP sent back accordingly. Now that I have the card, I can see the colours Terra has chosen for the event, which will be a great help when choosing a mother-of-the-bride outfit. Our weekend was busy. The woodshed is now quite empty, so we are moving next year’s firewood into the shelter, one row at a time. We stack a row, and then leave it a week or so to let the air at it so that it can dry. Then the next row is stacked and left to dry in similar fashion. The process will be repeated until the wood shed is fully loaded. I am able to assist Attila in my small way. He delivers the wood to the entrance of the wood shed and I carry it, one stick at time, to stack it. Attila does most of the hard graft, but I do manage to save him lots of time by stacking it as quickly as he can gather it up and bring it to me. It is pleasant to work in the fresh air and feel a sense of accomplishment. It will be even more pleasant to enjoy a well heated home next winter. Attila is still demolishing the deck that was sheared off the side of the house this spring. Part of the decking has been burned, but some of it will be reused as a platform to store firewood. Once the demolition has been completed it will be time to erect scaffolding, then on to replacing the door with a window, and then insulating and re-siding the damaged area of the house. My days are spent happily catching up with domestic chores, purging our material surplus, sending out an occasional resume, preparing food from scratch (minus the allergens found in most value-added food), transcribing census data for my genealogy project and puttering about on the computers. Mist has given my goings on her stamp of approval. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Tree Bones Quote "You don't hardly know a thing about this place You think it's just a place. It's more than that. It's people's lives, it's the history of the country." from That Old Ace in the Hole by Annie Proulx Weather Cloudy Temperature 4°C Pressure 101.2 kPa Visibility 15 km Humidity 84 % Dewpoint 1°C Wind NNW 13 km/h Visited Links Bear Aware British Columbia: Recommended linksThe American Bear Association Home PageA Guide to Safe Living and Playing in Bear CountryUrban Worm Bin CompostingComposting Made Easy -- Worm Composting |
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