Just Another Day

Morning coffee on back step

Dining room window

On the china cabinet this week

Sunset

Evening tea on back step

Bertie and Elizabeth

King George VI and Queen Elizabeth

This is a tin box Mom had, that she kept sewing supplies in.
And that is that for that. I am off to bed now, in the wee hours.

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11:46a.m.

I finished two books (see them on the right till I get a chance to change the images a little later, and click on the book covers for more information), Shakespeare's Wife and How To Live: A Life of Montaigne in One Easy Question and Twenty Answers (or something like that; I'm sure I never get it right).

I wouldn't recommend the first, which I was so excited to pick up at the library and then was quickly bored to tears. Although the author's research into the lives of everyday women in Shakespeare's time is diligent and from it she deduces what the real story of Ann Hathaway's life, and relationship with Shakespeare, quite likely was ... as opposed to what the historians have made of it, lacking evidence or historical knowledge ... it is still guesswork. Next to nothing is known about Ann Hathaway, and that's that for that. I skimmed through quite a bit of this one, I'm afraid.

As for Montaigne, he was new to me and I am thrilled to have discovered him. He sounds like my kind of guy in many ways— someone who understands that what we know for sure is dick-all and in the long run doesn't really matter anyway. This book about his philosophy of life, his famous collection of essays, and what the centuries have done with them, was not only well worth the read; it will make me search out his work and read it for myself. Also, he thinks like I do when it comes to letters, diaries and journals:

“I set forth a humble and inglorious life; that does not matter. You can tie up all moral philosophy with a common and private life just as well as with a life of richer stuff.”         

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Flurrs

What's this wild thing? It grows in the ditch.

You guys are getting pretty slack when it comes to helping me identify the wild plants around here.
Here's one I can name, because it's not wild:

A two-toned rose, one of five bushes (so far) planted in memory of Mom

Velcome. Vel, come in!

Shedaisy

The first flowers I ever noticed were daisies

Saving Valentina

With thanks to Schmutzie, who posted this video on her blog.

Joanne, you mentioned the St Marysburg church and I said I’d recently read something about it. You can read it too: Click Here.

Wild Things

Spotted a mile or two from our place

I got a short video but it's 22MB, too large to upload to Youtube. Drat.

Can you identify the wildflower that appeared in my herb garden last summer and this?
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I've had my nose to the grindstone again this week, content to be indoors when it's so hot. Outside, the weeds are attacked with a stirrup hoe for only 10 minutes at a time — and in this heat, it's enough — whenever some physical activity is required to break up the hours spent in this chair. Maybe the flowerbed will be presentable again by the end of the week; it has gotten away on me yet again, as it does every summer.

Signs

That is per litre

Sweet evening light hits a corner of Main Street

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Maggie, Shelly phoned this morning. She's off on an Alaskan cruise in a couple weeks and I'll catch her at home when I drive Everett back to Edmonton.

Gettin' Hitched

My nephew Marc with his bride Michelle (my new niece! and what a doll she is) and his parents, Karen (my sister) and her husband Dick.

Yesterday was a perfect day for an outdoor wedding ceremony: sunny with a breeze.

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My old friend Maggie has put together a piece about songs sung for a wedding couple's first dance (by the way, Karen sang the song Marc and Michelle danced to. Something by Johnny Reid). Read Maggie's blog, Serendipity Doo-Dah, and check out the videos: Click Here.

Also, Maggie has accepted a challenge to post an entry every day for 30 days. This is good news indeed, so I encourage you to keep an eye on her webpage for the rest of the month. She is a thoughtful, entertaining and intelligent gal who has a uniquely quirky perspective on all things. I love her writing to bits.

More Medicinal Wildflowers

false sunflower down at the ravine

wild yarrow flowers make a tea that fights respiratory infections and colds

not a dandelion! gumweed makes a sort of glue

Can't Win fer Losin'

Ducky scared up this grouse from the long grass along the road

A while ago I was disgusted by the dogs killing a kitten.
This morning I’m disgusted by the mother cat bringing a fledgling bird—maybe a robin—still alive for her kittens to play with, kill and eat.
At first I thought she’d caught a very large mouse or maybe a rat and said to her, “Good for you.” Then I got a closer look. My first urge was to rescue the bird (not that I’d know what nest to return it to, or anything else, and perhaps it was already near death) and took a step toward it. Immediately a kitten grabbed it and scooted behind some boards. I gave up and left the tractor shed, downhearted.
   I know this killing of the innocent is natural, but this is part of nature that does not please me. Not that it bothers me one bit when the cats kill mice; on the contrary, I hope they’ll kill many. But birds . . . I consider my friends.

Have to admit, my walks are rather glorious ... a mile cross-country from our place is the old Rosebud Hall, still used for dances and parties and reunions, and they have a horseshoe tournament on the grounds every year

Cara's Kids

Hayes, absolutely edible

Hambones like the camera: Trea and Kade

It's an active household and my niece Cara is on top of it all, one eye on her children at all times . . . a really, really good mom and sweet, sweet kids. We're going up there this evening to have supper with Scott's grandma, so maybe I'll get some baby snuggles in once more if we catch the family at home. Little Trea has started to come out of her shy shell with me, too. 

One Less Flowerbed

When I said I was downsizing my flower gardens, I wasn't kidding. For three summers I hand-weeded around this ugly old piece of farm machinery (it may be an "antique" but it's still ugly) at the end of the driveway, where I'd put in edging and planted daisies, poppies and wildflower seed. Last summer the ditch near it was so full of water that a cat-tail started growing in the flowerbed. This year the water in the ditch has crept even closer, so I said "To hell with it, let it do what it wants." And so it has.

I still haven't posted the Stop sign properly, but at least it might make a driver think twice before blasting onto the road, where you can't see a vehicle coming because the grass in the ditches is so tall.

We've got cooler days, which I prefer to the extreme heat. I like being able to use the oven. The other day I made biscuits to go with a bean soup, and cookies, and a big batch of granola. Today I've got supper in there, hoping the oven will warm up the house a little. My fingers are cold as I sit here. Better get moving. Maybe immersing them in hot dishwater would do the trick?

Was in Kelvington today for a doctor's appointment and stopped in afterwards to visit with my niece Cara and her three kids (five and under). Had the camera along so there will be photos tomorrow, or when I get around to posting them.

By the way, Everett's application to the Digital Media and Internet Technology program at Northern Alberta Institute of Technology (NAIT) has been accepted, so he'll start classes in September. He plans to live in Edmonton with his dad for the two years required by the course.

Missing People is No Fun

American Coot baby

I see this little fella as it hurries away from the roadside where I'm walking, but feel a bit sad as there used to be three. Probably its siblings were eaten by a fox or something. Did you know that only 7% of hatchlings of all kinds survive their youth? Most are taken by predators.

W-w-w-walkin'

The snowy mountaintops of Saskatchewan off in the distance

Picked Emil up at Lake Manitou this morning and was about a half-hour late; he hoped I'd forgotten, because then he would have had to spend another night there.
He asked if I've missed him while he was gone, and informed me that he had not missed me.
"And that's a good thing," he added with certainty. "It's no fun, missing people."
Gee, does that sound like anyone else you know?

Seen Along the Road During My Walk South and Back

wild bergamot

anemone

asters

bluebells? no. darn my memory!

coneflowers

goldenrod?

mint

something, and purple vetch

licorice?

wild roses are pale and low to the ground this year, and late

30-yr-old steel-toed boots are the best walking shoes I own

Most, if not all, of the wildflowers shown above are medicinal plants. Kahlee Keane's book The Standing People identifies them and tells readers how to use them. Now where the sam hill did I put that book? I can't do without it. I may even have put it in my vehicle so that it could help me in my travels along country roads.

How weird is this? Someone at the Margo reunion thought Tammy Bohl was me (as I told your mom, Tammy, I'm flattered!). Considering that people have so often mistaken my dad and her dad for each other, this is not so surprising but it is the first time it’s happened.

At 10 to 4 last night a powerful wind blew through the yard, waking both Scott and me as we had every window in the house wide open. We got up to look out, and the black air was instantly calm and still. Then clouds moved away from a shining moon, and the birds immediately began chirping.
The news this morning reports storms in central Saskatchewan during the night—storms with baseball-sized hail that did a lot of damage.
Something wicked just missed us. More of the same is expected tonight.

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My friend Cathy's brother lives with his wife in Vietnam and keeps a blog, which is in the list at the bottom of this page. Here, he visits a friend who contributes a guest entry to Owen's blog. Owen's friend is doing everything he can to help poor and rural people who have been affected by the Agent Orange that was sprayed all over the country during the war. Click here to find out what is happening and what Owen's friend is doing about it.

Heat Wave

It was Scott's turn to take supper to his grandmother who, at 102, still lives in her own home in Kelvington. This meal delivery by family members (she gets Meals on Wheels for dinners during the week) ensures that Grandma doesn't have to use her stove anymore, and it forces Mr Busyness Himself to take time for his gran on a regular basis, which he enjoys and so does she.

We're in the middle of a serious heat wave out here, as in most places across the country if I'm hearing the news right. Our house remains delightfully cool during the day if we keep the windows closed, so I felt safe to put a ham roast in the oven yesterday. But that was as far as I was willing to go. I didn't want to push our luck by turning on the stove burners to boil potatoes and steam vegetables, nor did I want to cook them at Grandma's and boost the temperature in her house trailer up to 100 degrees. So I called Fran and we picked up a delicious potato salad and some hot baby carrots on our way to Grandma's house.

No wolves were seen, but coming home we had the pleasure of observing a fox pup making itself at home in the middle of the road. I was not quick enough with the camera to get a decent photo before the little darlin' skidaddled into the long grass.

My brother-in-law Gary had his scheduled angioplasty today. All is well and he's to be released from the hospital tomorrow. We came a little too close to losing him—shocking thought—I mean, what if he hadn't had the good sense to get himself to a hospital? What if he'd been out in the boonies, too far away to get there in time?
Anyway, we can now get off the pins and needles of the past few days.

I Have the Best Ex

Emil slows down long enough for a photo before his dad takes him to Camp Easter Seal.

Gord came all the way from Edmonton to spend some time with Emil, who is on holidays till the end of the week, and then shouldered the driving duty to get the lad to his favourite place in the world (Camp Easter Seal). I'll pick Emil up Thursday; he'll be far from ready to leave.

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"And what about the strange incident he had seen at home the other day, when his cat gazed intently into a tree until a bird fell out of it, dead, right between her paws?"
~From How to Live, or A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer, by Sarah Bakewell.

Ace

Do I not have the most lovely eyes? If only you could see their intense green!

Look! I throw myself at your feet. Love me!

Are You Sitting Down?

While Scott admired his cattle, I admired the evening sky.

Phone call from my sister Karen this morning:
“Are you sitting down? I’ve got some bad news.”
My mind races. Who has died? Has my nephew's wedding been called off? What?
“Gary’s had a heart attack.”
Gary, Gary. Do I know a Gary? Funny how the mind goes almost numb. Of course, our sister Joan’s Gary. Our Gary.
“He was in Prince George and he’s in Vancouver now; they did an angioplasty during the night and Joan and the kids and Gary's mom are going out there in two hours. He'll have two more stints put in on Monday.”
I went for my walk, came home and made breakfast and coffee, and called Joan. She’s all right, but they’re driving and she’d like to get there faster, worried he could have another heart attack before she sees him, although the medical staff thinks the major problem has been taken care of.
Just a short while ago he had a complete physical and was told he had an 8% chance of heart problems developing in the next 10 years. Could stand to lose a bit of weight, they said, but gave him a clean bill of health.
How’s that for doctors knowing what they’re talking about.
Gary is only in his mid forties.


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And now, I'm off with my former husband to get Emil packed up for Camp Easter Seal.

Cattle for Pets

Calves like their heads scratched, and Scott obliges

After supper he strolls across the road to check on his cattle in the pasture over there.
"It's my enjoyment in the evenings," I heard him say.
They are practically pets.
The calves can't resist coming up to check you out, they are so curious. Their mothers aren't much different, but here they're keeping an eye on their calves. I think. Maybe they're wanting their heads scratched, too.

In our home pasture at the moment are only one cow with her calf and two heifers.
He said, “I should put another mother and little one in there so the calf will have a playmate. They're just like kids, you know.”

We Knew the Day was Coming

Between three and four in the morning a small dog stood on his hind legs, clawing at the sheet, asking to join us. “Was that lightning?” Scott asked as we both rose in the dark to see what was happening.
   The sky lit and within moments a hard rain was hitting the roof. Rather than inviting Ducky to sleep between us (as he did the other night when there was thunder and he was afraid), I spread a throw on Mom’s rocking chair next to the bed, then covered him head and all, as he likes. Scott and I went back to bed but I wondered how the dogs outside, both afraid of thunder, were managing. Casper wasn't pacing and panting beneath the window, so maybe they'd already burrowed in somewhere. Should I shove tranquilizer pills into chunks of wiener and go out? Nah; this late in the game they aren’t likely to settle down much anyway, and it’s cold, and I don’t feel like getting dressed or wet.
   The sky was blue through the bedroom window in the morning and I soon headed out for the medicine walk. Old Casper doesn’t always come anymore, as I'm long gone before she realizes I've left. This is as well, because when she does come it's too much of a workout for her. She comes back exhausted.
   When I returned, I looked in the doghouse for her. It was empty so I made my way around the yard and over to the quonset and tractor shed, calling. Hm. If she was freaked out enough, would she have gone down the road to the old house like she used to do? I walked around the yard yet again, unwilling to believe she really wasn’t nearby, and then checked another shed in the farmyard where she’d gotten herself stuck for hours during the last storm. Scott had closed the door so she couldn’t get in there again, but I looked anyway.
I was up on the step, unlacing my workboots, when I noticed white fur sticking out of the bale house in the garden. Casper? I went over and called; no movement. She’s getting hard of hearing; I bent and patted her rear end; no response. No breathing. Gone.
She must have crawled in there headfirst to hide from the storm, and breathed her last.
She has been struggling a lot in recent weeks and in the storm last night her heart finally gave up. I hope she died feeling safe in there. Sweet old girl.
I can’t quite believe it. I hope she will yet wake up.

What We Do for Dogs

Casper Doodle, age 15, is stiff with arthritis. She has so much trouble getting up and down now that I set her food up on a milking stool so she won't have to bend to reach into the pot. And of course it's right next to the rainbarrel so she doesn't have to go far to quench her thirst while she's eating. If I don't stay there, the two smaller, younger dogs will chase her from her bowl, and she will let them, and go hungry and get skinny. This had already happened this past winter by the time we realized she wasn't standing up for herself and tuning those little whippersnappers in. So now I have to stay near her, or hoe weeds from my flower beds nearby, until she finishes. If I walk away, all three dogs will leave their food and follow me, no matter how hungry they may be. Wouldn't want to miss anything! And then the voracious magpies come in and quickly make off with any dog food left out. Can't have that, so I stand guard over Casper to make sure she gets her fill.

Unforgivable

Home

Great-Great Aunt Alma's copper collection

Grandmother's candy dish

Made by an elderly gentleman in Margo many years ago

I'm too sad and pissed off to write much of anything. Our two dogs that like to chase cats (but wouldn't hurt them, we thought) caught a young kitten this morning and killed it.
I'm so disgusted with them I can barely look at the two dogs.