WWQP Bulletin Board Chat

Spring/fall

Marion, I did a double-take when I saw the subject head...spring. I'm so into fall mode that I think the whole world must be that way too. Then you post and I think, the world is upside down and it had to be you posting as I read on. Our nights are getting colder, our days still pleasant and longsleeve T-shirt weather, sweaters at night. The fields are turning to yellow with the 'weed' flowers which I find just as pretty as the cultivated ones. The contrast of yellow ochre and tiny purple asters with yellow centres in the fields is breathtaking. Because we've had so much rain and warm, hot weather the weeds in the fields are truly up over our heads and walking through the fields on the paths cut by himself, we are walking through colorful tunnels. So that's our world up here on top of the world and down under spring has sprung. Has the trauma eased any for people in Christchurch?

Today, a quick trip up and back to Georgian Bay and a delivery of hand-made soaps to a store in the small town of Midland (I help out a soapmaker at the farmer's market in town every Sat. and this store is taking on her line of soaps, which are great). The waters of Georgian Bay were a brilliant turquoise, reminiscent of the Caribbean (never remember if it's two R's or two B's).

Aussie Hope is traumatized by the flyswatting going on here at the moment and hiding out in the bedroom upstairs. In fall here the flies all try to come into the house from the fields to lay their eggs and these hatch in the first sunny days of January inside our windows. Some people have their homes sprayed for flies at this time of year; we don't but I spend some time swatting them with the flyswatter and having to apologize to Hope. Something must have happened in her earlier life when she wasn't with us that may have precipitated this.

Gearing up for splitting the wood for winter. Himself chain-sawed a whole pup trailer load of long trees (minus the branches) into woodstove lengths in less than one month. Pretty amazing for a seventy-three year old fellow. We then rent a commercial log-splitter and hopefully get it all cut up and then stacked before the snow flies.

Winter preparations begin and Marion is admiring her flowers coming up.

Rosey

posted by RoseyP @ 6:30 PM