Hangin' Out with Shelly

Shelly, one of my Katimavik roomies, on her backyard deck

Oh sure, it looks like all we did was sit around and gab, and drink. And we did do a lot of gabbing. And some drinking, but not overly so. And while we were at Shelly's we also went for numerous walks around Ho Hum Crescent, where she is building her plantation.

Three KCathys Agree

Douglas Catsanova is adored by all.

Cathy R settles into Cathy B's guest room in the basement.

Are these slippers for me? Cathy B thinks of everything. I set my stuff in the other guest room, and leave the slippers be.

Three CKathys Agree: My arms are too short to take selfies.

Aunt Beulah

Beulah Egge Johnson

My great-aunt Beulah is in her nineties and as far as I know has never said an unkind word in her life.
Her daughter Ardyce posted this photo and description to FB:

"Mom had a good day, spent the afternoon relaxing in our backyard, then supper & to really put the icing on the cake... a ride in OJ's Ranchero."

Chez nous, woo hoo!

After lugging bags into the house and watering flowers in pots and the perennial beds, I sat down on the back step for a glass of chilled white wine.

As much as I loved spending time with my dear friends, it is a pleasure to come home and be greeted by colour, scent and beauty.

Not that my friends aren't colourful, beautiful and sweet-scented.

I dropped Emil off in town and met Scott going in as I was coming out. He was picking up parts for a haying machine and hadn't been able to reach me by cellphone when I was still in town. Naturally. I'd run into a store to buy a new comforter for Emil, and left the phone in the car. Apparently I need one built into my ear if I hope to catch all calls.

Dropped and smashed the front of my "toughest smartphone ever" on Saturday morning on the pavement of Cathy's driveway before we left Saskatoon. The battery is no good anyway and getting a replacement has been a hassle so far. Time for a new toy? Rzzzl Frrzzzl Grrrrr. I don't like expensive shit that doesn't last two years.

I have ordered takeout pizza and Greek ribs from a restaurant in town and am looking forward to Scott getting home with it.

Guess I should clean off this table:

We are on the Road Home

We are at Shelly's

Last time I was at Shelly's, it was two years ago. Two years already!

Here's an entry from a time I visited her in 2009: click here.

We are at Cathy's

Globeflower goes out of its way for GirlySue

Globeflower

This beautiful globeflower parked itself uninvited in the front centre of the large flowerbed and bloomed well ahead of its ancestor plants further back.

I like to imagine, now, that it did this especially for me because I'm leaving for five days and the other globeflowers may bloom and be finished when I return.

This is why I like to stay home in the summer. So I don't miss anything. Not a moment of it.

End of Day Exhale

Tonight the railroad crossing at the south end of Wadena was red-light-flashing and ding-ding-dinging, but nothing was happening and no train was in sight. At the north end, on my way home after picking Emil up, two or three bright orange engines were parked on the track to the left of the highway. And the lights, and the dinging, and all the drivers wondering what the heck, why.

The photo above was taken one evening last week as I headed north out of town after work.

It gets in your eyes

Smoke is coming down from the north. Or so they say. I haven't had a whiff of it yet.

Rosie & the Riveters

Listen:
CLICK HERE.

Detour through Wadena

Because of flooding and highway damage near Elfros on Highway 16, Yellowhead traffic has been detoured through Wadena for the last couple weeks.

Which means the service stations are just a-hoppin', as are the grocery store, the bakery, and most likely a good number of other businesses in town.

I picked Emil up from Camp Easter Seal down at Manitou Beach late this morning. He had a fine time -- among the things he mentioned on the drive home, he said he rode on a pontoon boat, petted the horse, went to a dance -- oh it's a long story of busyness and fun. "And now I can look forward to going to Poppa's on Saturday."

Onward and upward.

The Heart Sinks

May those who loved young Nathan O'Brien and his grandparents draw strength and comfort from somewhere.

Quick 'n' Dirty

Joanne

They stopped in on their way past, just long enough for a cup of tea / glass of wine / cherry pie / toothbrushing.

Mahhhvelous

Company

We've got company. This is Gunnar, the apple of Scott's eye, with his fiancée Melissa and their beast Payton.

They've come from Calgary for a wedding today, where Gunnar is one of the groomsmen.

There is smoke from fires in the north country, and the day so far is cool and windy. It's an outdoor wedding at Rosebud Hall, just a mile straight east of Golden Grain Farm. I hope the bear seen just north of the hall a few days ago doesn't make an appearance. Maybe the wind and smoke will keep the mosquitoes down. They are horrible this year.

Virginia Woolf's Garden

CLICK HERE to visit Virginia and Leonard Woolf's garden at Monk's House.

Saturated but oh so Green

The ditch beside our road is now a slough.

Somehow I forgot to mention that a bear was seen in our neighbours' farmyard, which is not even an eighth of a mile north of our place. I should be nervous, but for some reason am not. I guess it's because I didn't see it myself. Bears are a rare sighting around here; I've never seen one.

Also, I assume the dogs will alert me if a bear is near. I never get down the road without the two of them.

After the rains, I was advised to watch Ducky Doodle closely, as the rushing water could sweep him off his feet.

Lacking a Lumberjack

Victim of windstorm

Someone (not mentioning any names, but someone resembling a lumberjack more than I do) needs to fire up a chainsaw and get this baby squared away. It's been in the ditch alongside our yard a week or two already. How time flies, doesn't it.

There is a downed tree right along our driveway and I think it's been there since last fall, and someone (not mentioning any names, but resembling a lumberjack) just pushes the snow / mows the grass around it. Maybe there isn't much hope for the tree above, then, either.

I should hang a shiny dangly thing on it!

High Water

There is a lot of water around, I mean more than usual; the creeks are running high and, not far away, some lakes are looking like oceans.

For the first year since we moved to Golden Grain Farm, our basement has remained dry all spring. Hooray for filled-in lagoons, newly installed weeping tile, and power that hasn't gone off, which means the sump pumps, which seem to run every five minutes, keep on working. It was costly but oh so worth it.

The mosquitoes are another story. Remember that Hitchcock movie The Birds? It's like that, only with bloodthirsty stinging insects. Outside in the evening, you hear the hum. Sometimes you have to outrun them.

And because this song is hilarious and true (if your husband has cattle, you know it), and Corb Lund the Alberta songwriter is a smart witty funny man, I give you this:

July 1st - how's the weather?

This his how warmly I had to be dressed to go walking on July 1st. 

And sometimes, carrots are your neighbours.
(Do you ever hear things that seem a bit sideways while listening to radio or TV? And you are sure you didn't hear right?)