A morning of intermittent sunshine, blue sky and pussy willows.....

As we have lunch the sun skims over the top of  K mountain and the witches ball 

glows blue and silver

Yesterday was a grey day, but nonetheless we had such a lovely, satisfying afternoon.

Went for a drive, - out of the house, at last!

Took the camera and found colour in the early spring sap

rising in the willows.

in the bare-boned whiteness of an old barkless stump, home to some of the 

wild creatures that live in Ginty's Pond

and vicinity

the willows and the birch trees anticipate spring, and send sustenance up into their branches

while the ducks at the Pond sail into the stillness of the shoreline

the dried grasses will be glowing today in the sunlight, but

yesterday they were beautiful subtle shades of cream and sand

and naples yellow.

the grass on a newly burned slope  is thick and rich until it reaches

the fading remnants of the fire retardant that extinquished the blaze before it consumed

the whole mountain side.

Charles takes a beautiful wintry picture of Keremeos Creek, and is that a 

flotilla of ducks just at the bend, in the distance?

The Similkameen Valley is also known as Eagles' Valley, not only by the First Nations people

but also by those of us who have lived here long enough to appreciate

that this is a habitant of these beautiful birds.

I have written here before, I believe, of how I saw three great eagles circling

the funeral cortage of one of the elder natives (who was our neighbour) as it wound up the valley,

 in the early years 

when we first came here to farm with other Veterans of WW 2

We stopped to take a picture of the story of Eagle Valley that is located in a little turn out

on Highway 3, that runs through the Lower Similkameen Indian Reserve

and an enlargement of the two members of the Band who are pictured here.

We also photographed some of the older houses in Cawston and in the Lower Similkameen,

and we reminisced about one, in particular, which is now in a sad state of disrepair and 

has been empty for decades, but once housed people that we knew, and who were friends.

We passed by ranches where a sweet new crop of calves are awakening to the

wonders of life in this valley and the hills where the ranchers have

pastured them for a hundred and fifty years and more

Finally we passed by a sign which expresses the feelings of those who live in this valley

about a proposed National Park, which is highly favoured by environmentalists in

California and people in Timbuctoo and Europe and other far-flung spots, but threatens the peace

and livelihood of those who farm, and live here.

The very few who are in favour of this National Park put their signs high  on 

telephone poles to keep them comparatively safe from the locals......

Saturday, February 18th, 2012

I borrowed this from Sir Google - a Sunshine Wallpaper designed to lift your spirits

 and make your computer screen glow!  

I am considering pulling down the window blind and pretending I am in a little capsule of sunshine,

 shutting out the dreary lowering sky.  

 And maybe even blowing up this wonderful summery picture to poster size

 and attaching it to the inside of the blind.....

Here, in town, I thought about 'The Sunny Side of the Street'

and although there isn't any sunny side of the street

these dismal February days

I nevertheless started humming it - cheerily.

Here is Benny Goodman and his Jazz Sextet, with Peggy Lee

recorded on Christmas Eve, 1941

Does it make you smile?

This lovely Jasmine came to live with us on Valentine's Day

I go to check on the wonderful oven odours emanating from the freshly baked bread

and as I pass the Jasmine its glorious summery scent wafts 

me into the kitchen

I think these soulful  smells and  sights will have to suffice

until February decides to play host to blue skies and sunshine again.

I understand there are Robins in the vicinity!!!!!

ABC Wednesday
 February 15th, 2012

...and the letter this week is the Electable E


Goodness only knows we have enough news about U.S. Elections these days, but I'm not going to write about that today.

Today I'm going to tell you about Escargot, a favourite of our younger daughter.

Escargot is a dish of cooked land snails, usually served as an appetizer.  You have to be a little fussy about which land snails you choose to eat.  All species are equally edible, but many are too small to make it worthwhile to prepare and cook them.  Well, probably you aren't going to go out and gather your own snails, and will rely on the expensive can that is often on the top shelf of the canned fish section in the grocery store.

Or displayed on a table in more expensive and exclusive stores featuring fancy cuisine.

People have been eating snails for eons, - they have been found in archaeological excavations and in less primitive times the Romans, in particular, considered escargot to be an elite food, as noted in the writings of Pliny.  This information courtesy of Wikipedia.


You will be glad to hear that Wikipedia also tells me that the snails are purged of the questionable contents of their digestive system, killed, removed from their shells and cooked.  I will tell you about the cooking, but I thought you would be interested in the purging.  It is generally accomplished by a combination of fasting, or simply feeding them on a wholesome replacement, such as ground cereal.

If Escargot appeals to you here is a way of preparing them......

Preheat the oven to 450F.  Smush together some softened butter, - about 1/2 a cup, a smidgin of salt, some minced parsley and a clove of Garlic.

Stuff an escargot (which you are going to retrieve from that expensive can you bought) in a shell, (which can also be fairly expensive if you go to a fancy culinary equipment store to buy as many as you need).

Smother the escargot with garlic butter and splash a little liquor over the shells (whatever you find in the liquor cabinet, within reason, of course).  Put it in the oven for six or seven minutes.  The garlic butter melts and mixes with the liquor.  It is perfect for dipping with some lovely french bread.

Some escargot, a little wine, - perfect for Valentine's Day.

For more interpretations of the letter E visit here, at Mrs. Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday.

Wednesday, February 8th,/February 11th, 2012

I am putting in time before Lang Lang begins to play live at Carnegie Hall, - well, recorded Live, - there is a difference I guess.  Schumann, Haydn, Chopin and Liszt.  I look forward to the Liszt, although I don't think anyone plays his music with the elegance of Horowitz.

Days later, - I did enjoy this wonderful program, and went on to listen to a program of Mozart's Requiem, with glorious music and commentary.

If I listened to the Liszt with my eyes closed I could hear in Lang Lang's interpretation an increased maturity. - perhaps it is only his emotional facial expressions that distract me so, - and his waving hand.  Part of the program was verbal, and I was impressed with Lang Lang's enthusiasm for teaching and his empathy with children, so I opened my mind a little, and my heart, and Horowitz moved over a bit to make room for this new enchanter.

When it was all over and I was awash with music I did the go-to-bed chores, and slid in between the sheets, but alas, only for a short while.  Before I had read even a page of my book my prone position encouraged my cough mechanism, and eventually I had to resort to the reclining chair to sleep.  That has been five nights this week that the Cat and I have slept side by side, - me in the chair, and her on the couch....Charles has had the big king sized bed all to himself!

We had a little sunshine this afternoon, and believe me that has been pretty sparse lately......! Lots of fog, reaching right down to the ground and keeping the hills well hidden, so one could imagine oneself wandering around in a pewter bowl.

For the last few days, as Charles began to cough a little too, falling prey to this February virus, we have been very indolent, indulging ourselves with laziness and entertaining ourselves with the dreams that come with the short naps that overtake us.  Some of the things I think about when I am half awake and resting are about the garden, of course.  How can I move that beautiful clematis that has enfolded the remnants of the Russian Olive tree that we tried unsuccessfully to move from the garden before last to the one on the hill?

And if we do manage to move it, where will we put it?

And can I squeeze one of those seeded mats of wildflowers anywhere so we can enjoy the poppies??

and sometimes I dream of daffodils

They are good thoughts to banish the February Blahs, although some a little daunting.

Tonight I will try the bed again, and tomorrow I will get up and make a Birthday Cake.

Charles will celebrate his 88th Birthday.
WOW!!

ABC Wednesday
for Wednesday, February 8th, 2012

D is for Dancing and for Degas

Edgar Degas

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wildflowers in our hair..

Susan Polis Shutz

If you think of Dancing, and then if you think of painters, who does the

Joy of the Dance better than Degas.

for more interesting posts on the letter D visit here at Mrs. Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday.

Sunny Sunday Morning

February 5th, 2012

Charles is off to the Annual General Meeting at the Church, - I have been coughing all night long, and besides have given up on our supposedly ecumenical ministery which has been taken over by a group of the highly advanced and politically inspired followers of the  Emerging Church, - those who have a tenuous hold on religion by following "Jesus, the political activist", rather than "Jesus, the Son of God".  

I sit here in the sunshine, thankful for the blue sky, the lovely nip in the air as I went to open the gates for Charles to drive out, the little stub of Hellebore I found as my hand swept away the hard, icy snow that covered it, the thoughts of a second, silent cup of coffee!!

Yesterday I finally got the clock on the DVD to stop flashing its little green eyes at us, and figured out how to record straight from the TV - I know this should be easy, but we have made some changes in equipment, and I find that Occam's Razor is the rule to follow when you are trying to read foreign instructions, - if you can just pick the simple basics out of all the warnings and minute detail.  Being somewhat technically challenged this all gave me a really good feeling......

There are so many English shows whose delightful accents pass through my ears and into my brain without being translated, and it will be nice to record these shows and be able to pause them and catch just exactly what the Inspector was saying when he arrested that rummy character out on the moors!!!!!

I am going now to put on some Handel and surround myself with music as I sip my coffee, and then perhaps I will clean out the week's leftovers from the fridge.

Or maybe I'll just read a book!!!!

Thursday, February 2nd
Groundhog Day

This and That

The sky was grey when we woke this morning, but in a while, about the time the sun decided to crest the hills, there were a few stray clouds that produced a rather lovely sunrise.  Around the house the walks were still icy from a chilly night, so I was confined to the deck with the camera, and of course with all the wires that bring civilization per se to village streets.  But I snapped a picture or two....

I manage to squeeze in under the wires....

a reflection of the sunrise in the window

Soon the sky is overcast again, and I figure that probably the groundhog is still snoozing and has not caught sight of this fleeting sunrise....

When we were still on the farm we had a colony of groundhogs that lived in a mound of stones at the foot of the mountain at the furthest periphery of the sagebrush and desert.

They seemed to be quite prolific

but their little colony was far enough away from the farm

(which also was rather prolific with six children)

 and so we all lived in peace and I can't remember having the time to wonder about whether or not they were seeing their shadows, up there.

I would be very happy if we are not blessed with six more weeks of winter.

I have retrieved my garden journal from the bottom of the bookcase and am starting to make lists!!!

where will I put some cleome, some zinnias, some nicotiana

did I remember to bring down some spurge, and some barn flower plant

 and if so where did I plant them.

I noticed that where I had pot marigold tucked into all the little corners they could find to establish themselves,  the previous owners here had miniature snapdragons.  They will have to learn to live together.

I think about the corner that was covered in black plastic when we came and where we deposited

the compost bin and planted day lilies all around it, leaving space

along the fence for a carnival of sunflowers.

While I wait for spring I have been doing a bit of reading, and have more books

ordered at the library  Just finished the latest (I think) Lord John novel by Diana Gabaldon.

I wish she would hurry with the Outlanders  novel, - she left that poor child of  Bree and Roger's

underground, in dire straits, - sometime in 2013 she says she will publish.
I shall attempt to remain in good health until then....

I have two of the later books written by Edna O'Brien.  I have started the first,
'The Light of Evening' which I suspect is partly biographical.  The other one is "Wild December"  I can't
believe I have never become familiar with Edna O'Brien, but perhaps this is  because she is an Irish writer
and her books are not so readily published or purchased by libraries in Canada.
These are the only two I could find in the Okanagan Regional Library.

Charles and I are also taking advantage of the indoor weather to do a little downsizing!
There is just NO WAY that he needs that many pairs of heavy socks or five packages of new
white handkerchiefs that have never been opened, and having relieved his cupboard drawers
of all those extraneous socks and hankies he can feel quite light hearted and well organized
when he peers inside.

Well, that's all of this and that for the time being, I think.
 Not much startling news here, but my sister did tell me last night that seventeen railcars of grain
went off the Fabyan trestle tracks and tumbled miles below
into the valley - maybe not MILES, but quite a way.  Far enough to smash them all
to smithereens.  They picked up all the grain, but I hope they left as few kernels for the
wild animals who inhabit the  Battle River valley.

This is the trestle from which the missing cars in the picture above fell .
It was built in 1908 and is the second longest steel trestle bridge in Canada at
2775 feet long and 195 feet high.

How fortunate it wasn't a passenger train !!!!!!!

ABC Wednesday
The letter this week is C


C is for such a lot of things, but the first thing I think about is C is for CAT


And so I give you a nice little Collage of Callie, the Calico Cat and friends

Miss Roo,  with the collar, came with us when we moved up the hill.  She was one of a pair of sweet little cats who had been abandoned, - her sister's name was Kanga, but unfortunately we lost her to leukemia.  Miss Roo was on her own, but soon had a wonderful territory to hunt in, across the road, amongst the grapes in the vineyard.  When we moved we did our best to acclimatize her to her new home, but she yearned for old familiar haunts.  Three times we brought her home from the old acreage, but the fourth time she wandered we lost her to a car as she crossed the road, on her way to what she considered home.


We went for almost a year without a cat, but then our grandson brought us Callie, - she was so much like Miss Roo, - a tiny little replica.  But you can see she has grown into a fairly large cat now!!!  My daughter would put her on a diet!!!  She spends an hour after lunch on Charles' knee, as he naps, and he is the one who grooms her.  For me she just has cupboard love!!!!


BP is our youngest son's cat, who he loves immensely, and who travels with him whenever he leaves the meadow.  He is a gentleman cat, in the true sense of the word!!!!

Here is Rebel, Dot and Frank's sleek and muscular cat, who maintains his figure by climbing to the top of cupboards, up screen doors, and various other forbidden places.

A real 'lad' who didn't make it on to the Collage because I didn't have a picture of him,

but certainly deserves to be there.

He is so conscious of looking in good shape that he has learned

to weight himself on the scale.  I kid you not!!!!

For more C's do visit here at ABC Wednesday, with thanks to all who make this meme such a pleasure .

January 30th, 2012

A nice mild day.

We waken sans duvet, which has been thrown off in the night as the open window brings in the warming air, reminiscent of early spring.

But of course it isn't - just a rare day in January when all the air currents are flowing the right way and our narrow little valley is protecting us from the winds that are blowing elsewhere in southern British Columbia.

I take the opportunity to shovel a little path to the compost bin, stir it up a bit and add more kitchen refuse, - I don't really think it is making much rich earth for the garden right now, but I look forward to that beautiful black loamy dirt, soft in my hands and full of all the good stuff that plants thrive on.

There is a lovely apple green china kitchen compost container in the drug store

 (where you can buy anything).

So far I have resisted bringing it home but I look each time I go in, and

eventually I suppose it will find a spot in my kitchen.

I had another peek at it this afternoon when I went to buy some birthday cards.

Then I went to the grocery store where the produce section has just been revamped.

'Just like uptown' I told the produce section manager.

To celebrate, and probably help pay for these sophisticated vegetable bins, they have imported a great variety of exotic fruits and vegetables, and I was moved to buy some in order to

make Charles' breakfast more appealing, and provide a change from the usual orange and Ambrosia apple, - not that they aren't delicious.

I bought a golden passionfruit, a Star fruit, whose proper name I don't know,

and a Honey Pomelo.  They are lounging around on

the kitchen counter looking quite exotic.

Besides a little passion from the Passionfruit, and some star-shaped slices from the Starfruit, I expect that the  Pomelo at least will contribute lots of pith and rind to the green apple kitchen compost and boost the health of the rose roots, come June.

The weather report forecast flurries overnight, so perhaps we will be glad of the duvet.

Saturday, January 28th, 2012

Nothing on television tonight, sez Charles, as he twirls the dial, so to speak, and catches a bit of right wing politics.

Fine, sez I - I have other things to do and will be back at nine o'clock to watch 'Lewis" (with wonderful references to 'Morse" here and there throughout the show).

It has been a busy week, with great peaks but not without conflict and misunderstandings.

However, I have been stewing around, trying to pick up knowledge about digital pianos, - the ones that are appropriate for church use, - and finally our daughter suggested I ask Steve!

Of course, why hadn't I thought of it before.  Steven is our eldest son.  In the beginning I taught him to play the piano, but he far surpasses me now in the wonderful ability he has to express himself through his music and to rely on his ear, rather than his eye, to pick up marvelous melodies.

And besides that he is most generous with his time. and has a boundless spirit that is willing to help anyone, any time, willingly and with the same sweet smile he's always had....

The Church Board kindly gave me permission to go and find a digital piano to replace the old clunker we have had to rely on when it was a matter of piano vs. organ, - or piano and organ.

And so late yesterday morning I started off for Summerland with Sid, our third son, clambering up into his very large truck by way of a small step ladder.  We arrived there just at lunch time, met Steve went to have lunch with our DIL, Terry, at the restaurant she is in the process of buying.

I scoffed down the best part of a magnificent Greek Salad, and then we were off to Kelowna and the Music Shop.

I really am quite countrified now, - it is so long since I've been even to a large town, and Kelowna has grown to be a city at least as large as the one I grew up in on the prairies.  The music shop was amazing, - I counted ten cellos, - probably about fifty guitars, gleaming brasses by the dozens, and then all these wonderful small pianos.

I was shy about playing, to try out the sensitivity and weight of the keys and the various buttons marching along above the keyboard of this HP302 Roland, but eventually played a little Scott Joplin, and Steven played Sweet Georgia Brown, and then Myrna, who doesn't play the organ in church, but does play the piano, came and gave the instrument her blessing.  Sid, who plays drums and appreciates piano, thought it was pretty adequate, so after giving the man a cheque we all went next door to a bar and grill and had the largest plate of tacos and cheese and chicken and jalapeno peppers I have ever seen (country girl) while they bundled up the Roland  for transport.

 Sid was in Kelowna to pick up yokes for his steel shop and so we nudged them over and they loaded that lovely piano into the back of the truck, and off we went in late afternoon traffic, which was quite horrendous.  We stopped in Penticton to phone Charles and  buy him a wireless mouse for his laptop and then came home on a less crowded highway with the mouse and the piano and a light heart.

It was a lovely day, - I did so enjoy seeing the Okanagan, - the new highway and a different  bridge to the one I used to go over when I made regular trips to Kelowna.  But most especially it was such a pleasure to spend time and have conversation with these two sons, - I enjoyed the day immensely, and thank them both for their kindness and cheerful company, - and Terry for that gorgeous Greek salad and a peek at her new venture.

Myrna has been in touch and is ecstatic about the new piano and that adds even more pleasure and satisfaction to the day.  Oh, life can be very good sometimes....

ABC Wednesday
January 25th, 2012

The letter this week is bountiful B


and considering the date, how many people will choose the Scottish Bard, Robbie Burns, whose birth date was the 25th of January, 1759.  Well, I will tip my bonnet to him,  beribboned and tucked with heather, and choose instead another Scottish B - the Bagpipe.

Glen Thompson

We have Pipers scattered through our family, - David was a Pipe Major and his band piped him out of the church with his lovely bride on their wedding day.....

His grandsons played the pipes and drums and entertained the neighbourhood when they came to visit us.

  And here, as they prepared to play at their grandfather's funeral reception.

One of his mentors, Harry Lunan, was the last surviving piper to have played in battle during World War 1 before his death in 1994.

Harry Lunan joined the Gordon Highlanders in 1913 as a piper, for which he received one penny a day extra pay.  He took part in the horrendous Battle of the Somme in 1916.  At the attack on Highwood, armed only with his bagpipe, he led a suicidal charge into machine gun fire, playing his comrades into attack with Cock o' the North.

"I just played whatever came in to my head, but I was worried about tripping on the uneven ground, which interrupted my playing" he says in an interview that appears on the cover of a CD dedicated to him.  (The Last Piper)

Harry Lunan's daughter lived one street over from us when we moved from the farm, but before that the family came from the small town in Alberta where my sister lived with her piper husband.

And then there are my cousins who moved to California and celebrate the Thompson clan with great enthusiasm.  My first cousin, with the beard and the big drum and what looks like a pith helmet!!

A Brae, Bright Scottish quartet...even without the bagpipes

The family has their serious side as well.  Glen Thompson, whose picture heads this post, is a well known piper and piping teacher.
When he was fifteen he went to Scotland to study with Duncan Johnstone at the College of Piping, in Glasgow.  To finance this journed he became the featured piper of the loch Ness Pub in old town Pasadena,
playing there every weekend during his sophomore year in high school.

In 1998 Glen took over the Cabar Feidh Pipe Band as Pipe Major.  He has appeared in
many movies and is heavily involved with the Clan Fraser,
having played the pipes as the guest of Lord Lovat at many occasions.

Although his background is in competition they say Glen is at his best when entertaining a crowd.
I, alas, have never heard him play, and I do so love the pipes.

Charles is non-committal and rolls his eyes.

For more great B's visit here at ABC Wednesday and see what Mrs. Nesbitt and her Blessed
helpers have to offer.

A Baptism

A rare occurrence in the mainline churches these days  As are weddings, - the last wedding I played for in the church must have been five years ago - there are so many other venues that young secular people find appealing.  Traditionalists are to what we once considered Holy Sacraments as needles are to haystacks!!

Nevertheless we had this very mindful and beautiful ceremony at morning worship yesterday for a sweet baby entering into a community of loving souls, - he smiled all the way through it, even when the minister scooped up at shellful of water and cascaded it over his dear little forehead.

All of us old believers, who are so forlorn at the lack of children's voices in the church,  - young energies and sweet innocence - were past delight and into wondrous nostalgia.

I wakened about one o'clock last night.  The glow from the street light was golden on the trees and Orion's belt stood out brilliantly against the dark sky.

Today the sun is shining, - it is high enough in the sky and rising to our view by nine o'clock, skimming the top of the mountain.  Beautiful blue sky and soft benevolent clouds!

I see buds swelling and catkins on the hazelnut tree and I yearn for spring...