Fishing Lake

Emil managed to wangle the promise of a boat ride out of my cousin Oscar, and after some back-and-forthing we finally got a time organized and met at the lake last night.

Of course Emil had to be in the co-pilot's seat.
He enjoyed every moment of that long, speedy ride around the lake. I wasn't quick enough to get a picture of him with his arms raised over his head to feel the wind -- that would've been a good one.
He kept requesting that Oscar drive faster.

There was a glowing sunset and by the time we got back to the dock in front of Barb and Oscar's cabin the light had pretty much gone.

Previous entries mentioning Oscar:
Jan. 5, 2011
Jan. 6, 2011
Feb. 11, 2012

Harvest Begins

One of our neighbours is combining peas. This was my view as I walked north toward our driveway last night. We've had such gorgeous evenings lately.

I'm spending every possible moment outside.

What can I say.

Seen in Saskatchewan

On my walk yesterday

Parked at the Wadena Museum

Goldenrod

All over the roadsides is goldenrod, another useful plant

It seems we are now at the top of that slippery slope that slides into fall.
The air dipped to 5C overnight. A freeze cannot be far behind.
There have been predictions of warm temperatures for the weekend though, so we can hope for a reprieve. After all, it is only the middle of August. Surely the weather gods wouldn't be so cruel as to cut summer off at the thighs. With a hacksaw.

Once again the wheels of gainful employment are back in motion here in my office. Life returns to "normal," which means setting the stove timer to go off after each office hour so that I have to get up to turn it off, thus getting some blood to my ass.

The sun is shining, and that's the main thing. Everett caught a ride with his uncle back to Edmonton, so the house is all mine during the day again. Scott has just been in to make a brunch of fried eggs and toast after spending the morning tending to farm business. As far as I know. Who can keep track of that whirlwind?

Coltsfoot

Coltsfoot?

If so, it's another medicinal plant growing in the moist roadsides here.

Summer's Day

Can you walk around your front yard singing at the top of your lungs,

"Oh what a beautiful morning!
O what a beautiful day!
 I've got a beautiful feeeeeee ling 
Everything's going my way ayyyyyyy ...

All the cattle are  -- "

But you get the idea.

An Oven-y Kind of Day

Not drying a ton of wild herbs and flowers this year. Above, just yarrow, pineapple weed and giant hyssop, all of which I will use for teas.

I am able to prevail upon Everett to do the dishes once, most days, and he likes to do them while listening to podcasts of a CBC radio program, Wiretap. He will happily do anything I request if he is within earshot of this show.

Today Ducky Doodle awakened me at 4 a.m. to let him out on "business," and I stood waiting for him as the cold wind blew. Of course I crawled back into bed immediately; can't meander about the yard in The Most Lovely and Soft Green Housecoat in that kind of weather. Now, in the late morning, we've had thunder and hard rain and one short power outage so far.

Yesterday at 5 a.m. when the brat asked to be let out, it was so gorgeous out there I didn't want to come in, but foolishly hadn't grabbed my housecoat so had to. But the air was mild and soft, mist hung above the dugout seen from the back step and over the slough in the distance, and the birds had begun fairly laidback morning chirpings. These are among the moments that I feel absolutely blessed to live where I do; and there are many.

Perhaps the early morning hours are just as refreshing from the balcony of a city highrise. I expect so.

Well, no slowcooker plugged in to the outside of the house today. We shall use the oven in creation of culinary delights -- or maybe just plodding dull things like beef roasts, which keep Scott fueled up.

Walkin' with my Bay-bee

One perk of having Everett home is that sometimes he'll come walking with me. How quickly those two miles fly by, then!

Asters in the Wild

Smooth Aster is in bloom along the roadsides.

"The Cree called these plants mistahisak-wiwask and used the root in their traditional medicine for toothache. The whole plant was used to strengthen the mother after giving birth." - The Standing People, by Keane &Howarth

Laurel Gets Hitched

Laurel and Brett cutting their wedding cake

While Everett is home from Edmonton I haven't wanted to be away; there are not going to be many more summers when he will come and hang out with his mother for a month. This is probably the last one. Not that he "hangs out" with me; hell no (except for instigating a Lord of the Rings movie marathon over the past three nights), — my "constant" singing apparently drives him batty. But he's around and I'm loving it.

Anyway, I stayed here and Scott drove up with his brother and niece to his sister Laurel's wedding, which took place Friday in the back yard of their house at Denare Beach.

And a fine time was had by all, as you may surmise from the photo above.

Looks like the long drive back took its toll on Scott though; he turned up here at midnight with a bum leg, likely sciatica.

Some Cats

Dark areas are reeds, or cattails, in sloughs in the field in places there haven't been any in recent memory.

Some cats are aggressive. On the other farm there was a female calico that would attack the cows if they came into the stall where the cat was. She'd beat up the other cats on the place too. She wasn't well liked by the family for those reasons. She was crazy, was the verdict.

Here, we've a calico female, one of last year's batch, that I have seen act crazy like that.

And when I came from Shelly's I brought a female cat that needed a new home. She is blue-eyed and will broaden the gene pool around the place, which can't hurt, but ... she is crazy too. This morning she made Ducky Doodle cry, run away, and hide. When Jenna Doodle wandered to a sheltered corner of the house where she (Lacy) has been sleeping, she ran from me in order to chase the dog away, viciously. She did it a couple more times when the dog came into my vicinity. Poor dog isn't sure what to think! I told her to go ahead and bite the cat's ass if it pleases her. Damn cat has it coming. She attacked two adult cats because they horned in on her petting moments with me, and when I gently pushed her away from them with my shoe, she bit it.

She is starving for attention and affection, and I'm happy to give it to her, but not exclusively! Crazy cat.

One of our neighbours used to have a garage cat that would attack visitors' legs and claw them up. Eventually one of them visited with a rifle and put a stop to that bullshit. This morning this particular visitor and his gun crossed my mind, particularly since Lacy also wraps herself so aggressively around your feet as you walk that you can't move without tripping or stepping on her — and then she gets mad and bites you.

Many's the time I've been glad there is no rifle about the place, as I have had the implacable urge to put a stop to an animal's pain-in-the-ass-ness and if there was an instrument handy ... I might have done it. And then regretted it bigtime.

Now you are getting a glimpse of my no-nonsense nature. Part of my nature, I should say. Other parts can be pushed right over. I think.

The C Batch and a Home Search

This is Charlotte.

This year's kittens (so far six) have all been given names that start with C so I have half a chance of remembering their ages in the future:

Charlotte
Cameron Diaz
Cookie
Clementine
Cara
Clover

Is there anything more amusing than watching kittens play? And play? And play? And play?

Also, my friends are looking for a new home for their seven-year-old male cat, due to an allergy that has reared its ugly head for one of the homeowners. Henry Richards (must pronounce with French accent: onREE reeSHAR) is an indoor cat that likes to go outside in the small town of Kelvington but might get lost in a bigger place, so they hope to relocate him to a farmhouse or another village. However, all offers will be considered possibilities.

Are you a cat lover who lives around here, perchance, and needs a feline companion? Henry is a real sweetie that will love you to pieces. He is a well-behaved gentleman.

Flowerbed Today

By the way, have you noticed I added a page about tea?
Tea is not only tasty. It's used as a tonic and a medicine. I've been picking certain wildflowers to add to my afternoon brews. CLICK HERE or on link in sidebar to see The Treasure That Is Tea.

About The Place

I put Everett and a little gal from Kelvington to work for two hours.

Everett helped me bring over my collage from the old house and tack it up in the hallway.

Did I already show you these two trees that went down behind our house, in the windstorm several weeks ago?

Streamlining the Clothes Horse

My friend Shelly is always passing along helpful ideas.
 As per  her suggestion, the other day I sorted through my closet, made stacks of clothing to give away, and kept the rest. I put the keepers back on the rod with the hangers reversed from my usual way. As I wear them, I'll replace them on a hanger but turn the hanger around so that a year from now, it will be clear that the clothing on a hanger still facing the "wrong" direction hasn't been worn. Not taken off the hanger for a year? Out it goes.

Next, to go through my chest of drawers. And the stack of clothing on the shelf above these hangers. Out with the old, in with the new, I say! How many items have I kept over the years because I "might" wear them someday? Too many.

Walkin with Ms Kate

Everett came with me for an evening walk last night and had the camera in his pocket. In the clouds I saw a big bad wolf doing a one-armed pushup.

The large flower bed in our front yard when I went out in my housecoat this morning:

Note the use to which I am putting two garage-sale 10-cent bargains. I can't bear to throw away a flower with a broken stem, so I used copper wire to hang these funny little vases in the oak trees:

A Stormy Sky in July

Taken from my back step

Perhaps you would like to follow me along the aromatherapy path? As soon as I find it, that is.

CLICK HERE to see my new page about the way scents affect us.

What I've Accomplished Today

Fertilized flowers with Miracle Gro, using a watering can. Don't ask how many trips to the rain barrell I made.

Wild blanketflower in ditch along road, photo to confirm earlier identification for Ms Shelly

Super hot out, so the slowcooker, plugged in outside, is making meatloaf stew for supper. By the way, our siding has arrived at the lumber yard. One of these days ....

Took this photo, Still Life With Tractor: where my flowerbed used to be. Now septic tank, strawberries and dirt

But out front, the flowerbed is getting pretty. Still no photos worth posting though. I put on my bathing suit a few hours ago and told Emil we should run through the sprinkler this afternoon. He was up for it!

Since I'm Embarrassing My Family Members

When Gord (my ex) came to Shelly's to pick Emil up, he gave him two tickets to the Neil Young concert in Saskatoon in Nov

Everett about to put his whole wheat bread into the oven

Last weekend we visited my sis Karen, who served us saskatoon pie. Here she is sending one home with Michelle, her daughter-in-law

My Bro the Big Bad Biker

Cameroni Bumboni (a.k.a. Uncle Bum) prepares to mount his trusty steed.

We met on an outdoor patio for drinks one hot afternoon while I was with Shelly. Emil and his dad joined us.

And he's off!