Thursday, September 16, 2021

 Thursday, September 16th

A lovely sunny September day, - it is fresh and cool, the sky is blue and the August noontime heat has gone away until next year- it is the kind of a day that reminds me why I love this month so much.....

I am about to make a chicken sandwich,  and take it out into the back garden to lunch amidst this beautiful autumn air.  Maybe I'll have an ice cream cone, too.........

Bruce, the dog, is coming with me too - I wish I could trust Callie the cat, but she is somewhat inclined to climb trees and hop over fences, and being of an age where I am somewhat inclined not to hop after her..so I will leave her hanging around on the back porch, where she can watch out the window.

I see that the boys have some of their pots of greenery out to soak up the sunshine and I follow their example and nudge the pots of petunias out of the shade and into the light....  September is definitely time to enjoy these last flowers of summer as October will quite surely bring coloured leaves strewn in their place.



Already these blooms are turning papery and shades of orange among the dried out grasses. Youngest son brought in some of the fall crocus yesterday - a beautiful clump of pure white balloons.....

I look forward to an autumn outing in the hills and am sure I will find someone amongst the children who will share my anticipation......  The creek runs merrily along some of the back roads between here and Penticton - now THAT would be a nice place to have a chicken sandwich and a cup of cider! 

There is time yet, - it will be a couple of weeks before fall has truly made its presence felt - the nights are cooler but the autumn flowers are just contemplating their blooming and it will be a while before such glorious colours as those below will be part of the landscape..



I will wait patiently!!!!









Sunday, August 29, 2021

 September 8th, 2021

A little break from winding warp....

 I have two naked looms, - one in particular crying out to be dressed.  It is squeezed in between my bed and the wall, and it is much more comfortable when it is dressed in a nice  warp (as I plan to do - maybe today!)  I would rather not hear any complaining at night when I am trying to sleep.........(just in case the loom feels its nakedness when the cool evening breeze blows in the open window)

Anyway, today I am in the middle of winding a lovely grey silk warp, 6 yards long so I will have length for two scarves for sure, and maybe three.  I count to twenty and then wrap the ends with a counting thread that follows along from start to finish,  I figure on twenty to the inch, which should give me a nice drapey fabric, so round and round we go until I have reached 15, or maybe 16 inches worth   - at least three hundred wraps.

It is a smokey day, with the clouds moving up from Washington where I believe the closest fires are burning, - I saw pictures of these fires last night  and was so very grateful that British Columbia is not so inflamed (as we have been in past years).



We are into September. - a month I love.... have always loved,  when it became 
time to go back to school.

School may not be everyone's cup of tea but I reveled in it, and still do take advantage of any opportunity that comes my way to learn something new.

Mind you, not all the things you learn these days are to the average persons' advantage
but this morning I got a very small cheque in the mail.

A Covid rebate, - the cheque was normal size, but the amount was small.

  I don't think that has anything to do with learning...I stay very close to home these days and don't expose myself to any of the strange germs that may be floating around.  Good days to turn my attention to the loom and awaken the creative juices.

Bruce and I spend a lot of time outdoors, - there are lots of blossoms that have seen better days and need to be snipped off.  Soon the asters will be in bloom and the garden will turn from the yellow of wall flowers and the golden blooms of the marigold to fall's beautiful purple colours.


Youngest son brings home peaches and apples - 

I have yet to make an apple pie but it is on my list of things to do...... 

 Peaches get eaten sliced, and smothered in ice cream.....

ah, it is lunch time

goodbye for now, 

wherever you are I hope September is being kind to you!




   





Sunday, August 29th, 2021

Sunday seems to be my day to Blog here, and I don't really know why as things of importance do happen on other days, - not often, I admit.  I seem to have reached the stage in life where nothing terribly important happens - we are between  generations and no new babies get born, or no one of the older generation dies, (although that deems possible on a distant horizon)  - but life goes on!!!! Quite ordinarily, I do admit, but less drama means more comfort! 

I get up at six and go to bed at ten, and in between I do the necessary things to make life comfortable, - take pleasure in the family who visits from across the lane or down the road, and wait out my time on this beautiful earth either in the garden or at the loom.

Youngest son has made the back bedroom his, and in the evening he comes about nine, - we discuss the day and any news he might bring that circulates around the village, or the family.  And then I go to bed.  I take a few crackers and my tablet that gives me access to Candy Crush, or news of the Day, and I circulate that around in my brain and wonder sometimes what the world is coming too!!!!  But then other times I go to sleep, content with what the day has brought, both locally and world-wide.  Is that because I am sleepy and less aware?  I hesitate to say that is so, but alas, it might be!!

It seems to me that the little world I live in is circling tight around me......the church I attended for so many years and where I played the organ at the service of deconsecration) is now to be a place where the indigenous can gather and the Anglican/United Church congregation which occupied it for a hundred years has fallen apart at the seams.......I may have mentioned this in a previous blog -it has been much on my mind.  I have memories of Charles, indicating from the congregation that I should play louder, or softer  - maybe I mentioned that, too!!!

Well, I have wonderful memories, and 96 doesn't behoove me to scurry around and get dressed for church of a Sunday morning (church online, in your jammies or nightgown can be almost as inspiring, though one does miss the rest of the friends and congregation..... one is also not inclined to nod off if the sermon gets dull, although I am not admitting to that, of course!!!   It is easy to change channels though.... 

It is a lovely day, - cool but sunny and the advent of September just around the corner is very welcome.  On the Second of September there are plans for me to go to Penticton to sign something or other in front of a Notary, and the thoughts of making that familiar trip give me much pleasure.  I might even get into a shop or two, depending upon which son is driving and what the rest of the day holds for him!!!  

Well, I shall post this, and the Dog (Bruce) and I will go out into the back garden and have a nice drink in the shade, while we admire how beautifully it has grown, - and private, as the fence is pretty well all covered with yellow blooms.....

My daughter brought me a lamb chop for supper - Something to think about while we have a before dinner glass..........


Here is a picture of Bruce - not sure of his lineage but he is a doggie's dog, - lovable, sweet and orderly.

He is friendly with Misty, the cat.... who delights in my loom and the time we spend weaving....



Tuesday, August 17, 2021

 Tuesday, August 17th

I shake my head and roll my eyes when I check both the calendar and the telephone to apprise myself of the date!!!  The smoke from various fires keeps me in the house, and the sky is hiding its beautiful August blueness behind clouds and haze - can this really be summertime, summertime, when the sun shines bright and the birds sing gaily.....  Ah well, often the last two weeks in August  are wet and miserable - portends of fall, but then we are blest with sunny September......and October can be very beautiful too, here in the Similkameen.   I go through the photos that Charles and I took over the years when we motored through the countryside, when the summer heat was gone and before November frowned upon us.  Lovely years and such wonderful comforting memories..... This is not a photo that we took, but one that speaks so beautifully of fall....




Today is reminiscent of stew and baked potatoes and homemade bread -- I contented myself with popping a potato in the oven to have with a bit of leftover chicken and a piece of apple pie brought by my loving daughter!  That would be after the ginger ale and orange brandy......

I have been busy today, hemming the towels that came off the loom and are earmarked as Christmas presents.  Also have half a warp wound in anticipation of a couple or three silk scarves.  I scrounge around bedroom shelves where I have stashed cones of cotton, and make plans and have dreams of lovely striped and checkered towels. - sometimes I feel it is time in my life to make good use of all the odds and ends of cotton and silk because I have failed in my attempts to inspire family weavers who would be glad of them when I might be gone (false anticipation, - I am sure at some point I will be gone, as are we all!)

The garden is beginning to show signs of late summer beauty.  There are a few peonies budding out nicely, and all the yellow daisies are suspect of wanting to take over the garden.


These peonies are from the garden on 10th, a few years ago.  Nothing as spectacular hereabouts.....


and so are these, - a collage of peonies and poppies with a few statice thrown in for good luck.....it seems my early morning gardening is a thing of the treasured past and I must content myself with poking and digging and a lot of yellow daisy like flowers that flourish (I kid you not) here, there and everywhere!!

In the evenings the house is awash with the scent of hostas (I think that is the name) and the dresser that flanks the entrance to the house reflects the beautiful bouquets I have been given lately by family who stopped by and whose presence was so very welcome.  

This last Sunday our oldest son came with his wife to attend the last service to be held in St. John's. the church that has been home for the last seventy years, but is now being deconsecrated and used by the Indigenous people of the valley.  I am not sure where the decision to do this came from - it has left me with very mixed feelings.

I played the organ at this last St. John's service, and was glad of the opportunity to do that - though saddened..... times and values change, one grows older and sometimes the act of adjustment is harder than at other times......   

The Bishop came, and one of our dearly loved and former priests was present. 

I was very conscious of how my dear husband would have responded - he was so stable and so adept at adjusting to life and the surprises it brings.  I missed him.









Monday, August 16, 2021

 Monday, August 16th

I must at least acknowledge August, and perhaps I will regain the habit of writing the months away, once again, if I persist!

Another smoky day - not as bad as it has been these last few weeks - at least one can see the mountain across the valley even if the sky is clouded and the smoke from surrounding fires makes the day dull and not nice to be out in......

I am up early, - , the cat and I.  Youngest son, who has taken to keeping me company in the house at night (much appreciated)  still sleeps on, - and Bruce, the dog, persists in burrowing his head in the pillows on the couch, - nature not having overtaken him yet!

I find this is my memory time, - I linger over breakfast and coffee, - sometimes I read a bit, or lose myself in long ago contributions to Daybyday.  Being ninety-six provides one with a lot of memories of years gone by, and of people who once inhabited my life but now have gone on to whatever awaits them in the future.  If there is a future????

I have been thinking this morning of the years of my youth when I lived with my family in Edmonton. 

 Across the road was a tennis court where my father used to play while he was still able, - and up the street the rectory where the Canon and Mrs. Clough lived, a place that was as familiar to me as the home we inhabited in those depression year 

My parents struggled to purchase this newly built house, but in the end I think those hard and difficult years overcame their desire to be home owners, although my father worked for T.H. Peacock all through the Thirties....  We moved to the West End, - not to one of the elegant houses that the West End was famous for, but to a smaller dwelling with a wonderful vegetable garden, out on the St. Albert Trail.  Good years!  My sister went to High School there, - I caught the street car every morning to go to work in the City Architect's office.  Time marched on.......and memories grew more poignant as the war years overtook us.

That was in the long ago years, - in the present I am growing more used to being confined to one street, one house and one back yard, and although I don't even get to go over town ( probably because I am too nervous to make the journey on the scooter) I welcome all who come through my door to visit!!!! Especially family, and they are so good about that.




                                         Old picture, taken while the Beloved was still with us.

 



Monday, July 12, 2021

July 7th, 2021

I write this on the anniversary of my sister's birth, ninety one years ago.  

She has been gone now, for a number of years, and I do miss her so, - always wonderful to see her, and spend time with her, over the years - and when that wasn't possible the phone was a dear substitute.....and the camera.....

                                                                sometime after I left home...
                                                                  Dot, in her Easter finery



Wednesday, June 02, 2021

June 2nd, 2021

Sundays come and Sundays go, - two of them have passed by since I last wrote here and we have left May behind as we say hello to June -  but they have encompassed busy weeks.  Or lazy ones, - or a combination of the two!!!

A warm day, and the shady spot in the back garden was enticing this afternoon...

I am an early riser and am out before breakfast to enjoy the coolness of the garden - pull a few weeds and relieve the plants of the blooms that have wrinkled up overnight after a hot afternoon.....  I am reminded of the mornings when I used to slip out of bed and sometimes spend an hour before Charles would rise and call from the window.  Lovely memories....

Now I take my coffee with me, and Bruce (The Dog) and neither of us are as energetic as we once were, but content to wander a bit and tidy up the beds.

The peonies are out,  the lovely floppy white ones and the sweet pink clusters, - the cabbage roses wander over the gate that leads to the garden and those beautiful purple clematis are just starting to bloom.  June is such a dear time in the flower beds that line the lawn.

                               Today was very hot, and I sat in the shade at the back of the house, 

                                                                        with a cold drink, 

                   and thought about how very lucky I am to be surrounded by such beautiful blooms

                             and how much my dear one would have enjoyed the afternoon......

Charles, the flag and the garden gate...





Sunday, May 16, 2021

May 16th  2021

Sunday again, and a beautiful blue sky day, as it was yesterday and as they say it is going to be tomorrow!!!

A slight breeze cools what would probably be a hot hot afternoon, and it draws me out into the back garden where the Peonies and the Iris promise a lovely display during the next week.  The ants are exploring the peony buds these days - why is that, I wonder?  Must look it up..... I peer across the meadow that borders, and slopes down into the creek running at the bottom of the bench hill, hoping I might see the family of deer who habitat the creek bed, but the meadow is green and solitary.



I haven't been to church yet today, (online church that is) - most pleasing when you can watch and take part at your leisure, and when it is convenient.  And you could also 'choose' your church, but being born an Anglican it is where I find most comfort and inspiration, and that is usually where I end up, with the old, traditional services......   Although I find the actual church of my youth leaning somewhat towards the native land upon which the church was built, which is o.k.because the old traditional prayers and order of worship are still there.  The ones I know by heart and love.....

Here we are in the middle of May, and the garden is responding nicely to the great growing weather we are having.  Sometimes I remember with affection and longing the years when we had large gardens and a great variety of veggies and flowers, but old bones and sore muscles tell me that affection belongs in my memories, and the little bag of potatoes that got planted are enough to satisfy my gardening instincts.

Here is the big garden I speak of, and below,  the willing and well loved gardener!




When we moved to smaller quarters on the hillside orchard we concentrated more on flowers and shrubs, but I don't think we were ever without a garden in all the sixty-seven years we were married, - well, maybe the first year - married in May and many things interfered with the gardening business.....

Some of the flowers that grace the garden these days...






Here, in town, the garden is much smaller, and the only nod I have given to vegetables is a big bag of soil in which I threw a few cut up seed potatoes.

Nevertheless, youngest son drove me to the local garden spot and I came home
and filled many, many pots with the plants I couldn't pass by or resist....

Once a gardener always a gardener, I guess - regardless 
of age and creaking bones.....