The weather has remained spring-like — I can actually go out in sandals most days. Unfortunately, there hasn’t been much rain so nothing is greening up or growing.
The river broke last Wednesday. It was amazing to see. I spent a day out just watching and taking pictures. Walked almost 11 km I got so caught up in watching the ice flow.
I am missing home right now. knowing that it is Spring and that my yards will be clear of snow I want to be there to get them cleaned up. I’m trying not to get too anxious about it, but . . . There will be time at the end of May. I’ll be home for about a week and I’m going to work hard to get everything ship-shape for the summer.
I’ve been trying to focus on my writing a little more these days. Working with my Aunt (ha,ha – she’s barely 9 months older than me) we are putting together a book of family recipes and stories. We have so many great stories in this family and it would be a shame for them to be simply forgotten. And when are stories told the most? Well, when you’re eating, of course. Though these days just about any recipe can be had by a simple click of a key, it would be nice to have family recipes preserved and handed down in written form.
Also, I’ve submitted a piece of poetry to a local magazine. Haven’t submitted any writing in soooo long. It was a bit scary. But now that it’s done I’m contemplating my next submission. There’s nothing quite so motivating as jumping in with both feet and saying ‘to hell with it!’
Tim and I got out for a motorcycle ride last Saturday. First of the season. It was incredibly windy, but a nice ride. We stopped at the Wood Bison lookout point near the Syncrude tailings ponds — I know seems kind of oxymoronic — but, hey this is Fort McMurray. While we ate our lunch a woodpecker – a pileated, I think – came by. I spent about a half an hour taking pictures of him. None turned out that great, but it was good practice.
Across from our apartment on what I call an island, but I don’t think it actually is, separated from us by the Clearwater River, lives a momma black bear and her cub. At first I thought she had two — might have been a different bear — lately I’ve just seen the single cub. I really hope that nothing happened, and that there is a mother out there with her two babies just happily foraging for grubs and goodies in the woods. Anyway, when I got home the other morning from my aquafit class I happened to see something big and black in the tops of the trees across the river. Dismayed, I thought it was garbage bags and got the binocs out to get a closer look. Lo, and behold! it was the momma and her cub up in the tree. I watched them for a while, amazed that they could be up in those skinny old trees like that. Then I decided to go across the street and see if I could get a decent picture. I couldn’t, but here it is anyway:
Well, I think that about sums up all the excitement in my life for the past week. I’m just a ramblin’ gal. Cheers!
It’s not quite finished. . . but, it’s nearly there, and man, is it going to be gorgeous!
Just a few more shots of the garden as summer waxes on.
Day 186 – 199 — Wowza! 199 days blogged about. NOT — to clarify — 199 blogs, but 199 days recounted in my blog.
I’ve been busy with summer and holidays, hence the break in writing. I left on July 7th to go have a little mini-holiday with two of my sisters. We went to my one sister, Lori, and her husband’s cottage in Northern Ontario. Near Kenora. I may have written about it in the past. It’s a lovely place. We spent the better part of a week just sitting on the dock, drinking various cocktails and beers, playing Scrabble, and jumping in the lake when it got too hot. I am proud to say I got a tan. Some have even said: “you look great — all tanned and relaxed” so that made me feel pretty darned good.
Prior to leaving for my little holiday I had spent time trying to get my house in order. Cleaning, gardening, making sure the bills were paid, etc. Boring, but necessary stuff.
I had high hopes that Tim would have the pergola finished when I got back, but alas, it was not to be. He has got the main beams up, so now I’m just praying that he gets it done before the end of summer. If we have a nice autumn I’ll still be able to enjoy it for a bit. In Tim’s defence, I have to say that it rained a lot the week I was gone. It rained only once while I was at the lake, and only for a little it one afternoon. And it was warm rain. Not like the cold rains of Alberta, at all.
When I arrived in Calgary Monday night for my connecting flight I was very disheartened when the pilot came on to tell us that the temp was 15 degrees. I nearly gasped. For the past week I had been enjoying temps in the high 20’s and low 30’s. Talk about a shock. Still, when I stepped off the plane in Edmonton, where it was a wonderful 2 degrees warmer, it felt good to be home.
As much as I always dream of getting away, I’m always grateful and happy to get back home.
With so much of summer still stretched out before me I’ve got lots of plans and lots to do. I’m going to make the most of every moment and be joyful in the moment.
A few shots of my sister’s place in Ontario:
Days 125 & 126 – The weekend. It was lovely. Warm. Hot, really. My leg was feeling much better and I managed to do a bit of yard work. My grandkids came for a sleepover. We took them frogging. Didn’t catch a one, didn’t see nary a one, either. Because, like all little children, they’re much too noisy to catch frogs. Good thing for the frogs. But, we went out armed with buckets and twigs and cans and rubber boots and sloshed through the sodden fields and then over to the slough. They had a grand time. And so did Grandpa and me.
Sunday, I went to my brother and sister-in-law’s for supper. He made beer-butt chicken. Delicious! However, the dessert was to die for: vanilla bean ice-cream with fresh strawberries and blackberries with — get this — chocolate infused balsamic vinegar — drizzled on top. Seriously, it was amazing.
A fantastic weekend weatherwise — far overdue.
Here are some pictures of today, April 29th.
April showers bring May flowers. . .well not when it won’t quit snowing.
The snow over our heads hasn’t fallen — yet. In fact, it has snowed more and the ‘sculptures’ at my front doorstep have continued to shift and change. Here’s there latest forms.