Friday, November 13, 2020

It's Friday

and the wind blows frantically...

the branches on the willow

wave to and fro, and

the leaves scurry along the lawn

and the roadway.

Ogden Nash has this to say!!!

"Thirty days November hath,

Unfit for human living.

Including one Election Day

And a hide and seek Thanksgiving. 

An encouraging month November is

For burglary and mayhem;

It's night for most of the afternoon,

And P.M. most of the A.M;

There may be virtues in November,

But if there are I can't remember."

On top of it being November

(and all that)

it's Friday the 13th!

It behooves one to tread carefully.......

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Misty again......

                                                                    Living life dangerously...

                                            It would seem Curiousity banishes all thoughts of Care

Tuesday, November 10, 2020


 November 10th, 2020

It has been a DAY!!!!

I woke, after a good night's sleep.  Showered, and let Bruce out into the back garden to stretch his legs,and whatever else dogs do when they first are free outside in the a.m.

Breakfast went well - coffee was warm and welcome and the toast slathered in lemon curd!

I went to the computer to check my mail, and while there took advantage of the quietness in the house to write a Blog.........

It was after this that mayhem struck!

The Blog disappeared - off into the blue, never to return - perhaps it ended up on the steppes of Russia, and someone might read it there, - but not here......   This is not the first time this has happened to me, - once before a completed Blog disappeared - flew from my house in great haste as I finished the final sentence.  I have no explanation. -  that I should be so forsaken over a few words, some well thought out sentences and everything neatly presented in orderly paragraphs. But that was only the first of my misfortunes.....

I accepted the fact that these things happen - mysteriously, and went into the kitchen to continue with the day.  Quite complacently, I thought.

Bruce's cookie jar was getting low, so I decided I would make some doggie biscuits.  I have a good recipe that ends up in biscuits that Bruce gobbles up as fast as his little teeth can crunch and his little throat can swallow. The recipe calls for whole wheat flour.  I went to get it from an out of the way closet.  I keep the bag there to make room in the kitchen proper for all the other things that get shuffled around when I am cooking.

Went to pick up the bag of whole wheat flour!  The bottom of the sack opened up and the flour flowed enthusiastically around my legs, into my slippers, over the floor, onto the mop and broom which were leaning nonchalantly against the wall, minding their own business.

It took a while and a lot of patience to restore order and when younger son came to empty the kitchen garbage can he was amazed at the amount of flour that had found its way there.  Well, amazed is not quite the right word to describe his reaction, - but it will do! 

When everything was shipshape again, and the doggie biscuits were in the oven, I was back in the room where the computer lives when my daughter arrived, and was taken a-back at the fact the dining room was strewn with dried white roses that Misty the cat had freed from the bowl in which they usually live.

The rest of the day has been fairly well regulated, for which I am quite grateful.

Elderly ladies are deserving of peace and quiet - but I guess that could get quite boring and so I have written another  Blog and am going to post it NOW, before it disappears........

I cannot go without acknowledging that tomorrow is Remembrance Day, and although this pandemic has made it impossible to honor it in the traditional way, my thoughts are with all those who didn't return home at the end of WW2, and in particular my husband's two brothers, Gordon and Tom, whose graves we visited in France.

                                   Rest in Peace - but they have been so sadly missed these past 75 years......

Sunday, November 01, 2020


                                            A lovely little poem from Mary Oliver, which tells it all!

Fall   Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this Now, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries—roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This

I try to remember when time's measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay—how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another.........

                      October has ended her lovely visit, - warm days, blue skies and brilliant colours.

                                  November brings with it family birthdays, the anniversary of family deaths

                                       brooding weather and a saddening of the leaves and trees and gardens....

                                               and yet November brings as well the beginning of new life 

                                                        as this return to earth of the summner's bounty  

                                                           brings nourishment, and spring, eventually,

                                          Cleaning up the garden has put me in a philosophical mood, it seems.

                                                                I spent the afternoon yesterday out in the garden,

                                                             under a blue sky and enjoying the warmth of late fall 

                                                    I  will compost what I can, but it is apparent that the yard waste man

                                                          is going to have a barrel or two when he comes on Friday. 

                                       How generous Mother Nature has been with these great multitudes of greenery!!!!

                                             It brings to mind the autumn drives we used to take through the valley,

                                                                    - wonderful memories...    A few pictures.....

                                                                                Autumn in the sunshine

                           and when the darker, (but still lovely) days of November arrive...

                                                         Sometimes the memories are nostalgic and melancholy,

                                                               ....... sad memories of frequent trips across the pass 

                                                              to sit and spend sad November days at the hospital, 

                                                                          desperately  holding on to hope

                                                                                     but I remind myself,     

                                                    the memories of happier days are many and comforting,

                                                                    and I indulge myself in them!!!!

                                                      Here is a picture of the Similkameen Valley

                                                           where we have been blessed to live.

                                              and a picture of a pumpkin which youngest son carved 

                                                      in honour of the Saints of All Hallowed Eve..

                                                                   I have written a few words here,

                                                               have gone to Anglican Online Church

                                                           And now it's time to go and get some lunch

                                                                and maybe go out and tackle the garden

                                                             while the sun shines on this lovely Sunday.

                                                              All is well this first day of November,

                                            and the White Rabbit assures me it will continue this way!!!

                                                 He reminds me that before I went to bed last night

                                                                      I turned all the clocks back....

                                             An arrogant thing to do to Time, who really is all powerful

                                                              as he often whispers to me,  at 95!!

                                            Time is the ancient whisperer, - not the White Rabbit......

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

 October 21, 2020

A miserable day, - low, threatening clouds, a chilly wind,

 and I leaf through weaving magazines,

                                         looking for inspiration that will move me to use up 

                                         great quantities of my stash......

cotton, mainly.

I study a page or two in an old Handwoven,

 that features stripes - narrow stripes, wide stripes, rainbow stripes and a little Fibonacci.  

I poke around in the wicker basket that contains all my bits of leftover cones

 and mentally plan a little warp,

 - or maybe a longer one if I hit on something that really appeals to me.....

I examine this leftover cotton (and wool),

thinking it will dissuade me from ordering some

                                        Jaguar silk and wool 

that inspires me to make a lovely striped shawl. 


                                        What shall I do, - what shall I do?

Probably give in to my longing, 

- I have reached the age where I figure I deserve what I desire!!!!

In my mind's eye I see a beautiful, brushed square 

with maybe a stripe or two of mohair every few inches

to lend it an especially cosy look 

- and the image of my empty Glimakra springs to same mind, 

making a lovely picture of what might fill my hours and days

 for the next week or two.....

I am off to Jane Stafford's internet page,

 to see what she has to offer....

that should take care of the rest of the morning!!!

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Sunday, October 18th, 2020 

                                                      Misty and I have been weaving lately.

                                                                              I weave, -  

                                                        Misty plays around with the treadles

                                                            or does acrobatics on the loom

                                                       We have been adding to the stash of towels

                               One wonders why, when the chest that holds the completed weaving

                                                      is full of towels and placemats and scarves

                                                                (both men's and women's)

                                                                  all ready for Christmas!!!!

                                                            Here is the latest warp and weft

                                                               stretched out in the hallway

 it is waiting to be

washed, pressed, cut and hemmed

Ten pretty kitchen towels 

folded over and lined up on the

hand rail that is supposed to keep me from falling.....

I peer at them with great satisfaction

and make plans to wind the next warp.....

scarves?  maybe a blanket?

I have great quantities of wool..just a-waiting to be woven!!!!!

and an empty loom looking

for a 6 to the inch dented warp!!!!

Tomorrow starts a new week, and a new warp

sounds like 'just what the doctor ordered'

to keep life interesting.....

Thursday, October 08, 2020

October 7th, 2020

                       Losing oneself in the blue of the sky, and the fabulous colours of autumn.....

                       Yesterday, when the sun shone and the weather was reminiscent of summer.

                                   Early in the day Vincent, the camera and I went south, 

                                                  into the lower Similkameen,
                                     planning to record the loveliness of the fall season
                                              as it is in this part of the world!!  

                                                                Festooned Fences

and the river running by

                                                                           Scarlet Sumac

                            The rills in the Cawston Hills, made by erosion and heavy rainstorms -  

                                                                       We lived just to the right,

                                                                        on the next thirty acres

                     A beautiful apricot tree - its leaves all turned the colour of the fruit it bore

                   An Osprey nest atop a telephone pole, - a familiar sight in southern British Columbia

                                                                     The hills across the valley

                                                        Sumac intermingled with gold

                                                              New Plantings for a vineyard

Two pea hens crossing the road -

at least I think they were hens, - or perhaps cocks who had lost their tails????

                                    It was really a lovely day, - and thanks to the chauffeur, 

                                           whose company is always dear and welcome.

Monday, October 05, 2020

Friday, October 2nd, 2020

A sweet and mellow autumn day, and I am about to take my before-dinner drink outside while I watch for birds and butterflies, and great large honey bees in the collection of Asters that the garden holds close to its bosom these days, - not much else blooming.  A few scattered yellow daisies, and the remnants of a tall red rose.  Under the trees a circle of autumn crocus and a lone 'dollar plant' shimmers in the sunshine when you bare the seed covering..

I'm off to pour the brandy - I will be back! With pictures.....


October 5th, - just after lunch!

Well, I said I would be back, and here it is, three days later, and hello, hello! October 5th, and a surprise invitation!

A little road trip with youngest son, - what better way to spend a Monday morning!

We set off, - circled the back roads and then headed East to the turn-off,  up that old familiar road that Charles and I so often wandered....

A beautiful and mellow time of year, - the leaves donning their autumn colours and the rabbit brush all golden and blooming....

We took lots of pictures, and I share some here.....

It is eight years since Charles and I traveled this road, that last September,
and the memories were bitter-sweet....

Would you call this a swamp, or a pond, - whatever it is shallow and clear and the reflections are lovely.

         The road is lined with beautiful deciduous trees, and the hillsides heavy with evergreens.

                        A sunlit meadow through the straight, tall trees where probably the deer feast

and a bank of bright sumac 

We come home past Bear's Fruit Stand 
laden with pumpkins
 (and our eldest
daughter's fancy art work)

Gorgeous fall day, and so much to be thankful for!