Wednesday, 3 December 2014

November



It’s December and so I guess it is time for Procrastinating Mary to write a November post. I’ve been thinking about this for some time, but this morning (um, afternoon by seven minutes) I am distracted by a beautiful snowfall. Huge fat white flakes are sifting down and clinging on branch and weed and railing. In fact, snow is falling on my garden, dancing lightly (?) swiftly down. Hmm. Should google that. 



In truth, this is our second snowfall. We had a dump in latish November of over five inches of wet, packy, perfect-for-snowmen snow. JG did not clean this off, being in the throes of repairing the big snowblower (new bearings, bashing out the bends in the blades and scoop, new chain), some parts of which I ended up fetching from Ottawa for him, although he did not trust me to get the right chain. We also made a multitude of trips, it seems like, to get our new central vacuum working. It did work for a few days after we got it and then the new hose refused to suck. Shop replaced pin. No joy. Shop replaced hose. No joy. JG lugged canister back to shop and we finally had a working machine. Sigh. Luckily the old hose did continue to function through this, so my cleaner did not quit.

My cleaner is a brave lady – she even tackled the kitchen after my baking frenzies. We have two events at the Community Hall in November, the big 350+ person Hunters’ Dinner, and a Christmas Craft show. We need pies for the first, well over 60 pies, and cookies and squares for the second as we serve a small lunch for shoppers and vendors. No, I did not make 60 pies, but for me I made quite a few and a pile of gingerbread men and sugar Christmas trees on the second round. These events are fundraisers for the Hall, as we get only a small support from our Township Council, and I am pleased to say that we did well on both.

The Hunters’ Dinner is a zoo. On top of our usual local hunt camp denizens, this year we had two school buses full of hunters from the next county arrive, much to our surprise as no one had warned us, and in consequence we were scraping the beef pans by the end and the poor hungry staff (sniff) did not get any meat. Our hall is essentially a three room building. Main hall has a stage with two small rooms behind that and it is entered through a smaller annex with the kitchen to the left of that. We lay the food out on serving tables in the annex and people take their food and are seated at tables in the main hall where they also pick up drinks and dessert. Needless to say, the door between the two halls is a horrendous bottleneck. This November we had two traffic cops seating people and I ran backup, necessitating broken field running through the entering and milling crowd to refill the water jugs and help with resetting tables. Good shoes and sharp elbows are helpful.

Shortly after I recovered from that (two days prep, plus baking, plus the day), Miss G had her practice Gym Meet at her club and JG and I went in to watch. Miss G is now eleven, has been moved up a competitive level and has things like a handstand on the high bar and a press to handstand mount onto the beam to show off. She did well,
 beam mount

 Back tuck portion of tumbling line. Not Enough Light, she said, whining.

but my photographs are not great as I need to see a routine a lot of times before I can get a clean still photo of the best bits. (You can see me in red coat gripping my camera and JG behind me, reflected in the mirror on the far wall.) Since then she has had her first real qualifying Meet and did splendidly, although she (and her former gymnast mother) can list every bobble she make.

While running back and forth with the vacuum hose we also managed to get most of the Christmas shopping done, thank goodness, before the weird Canadian version of Black Friday gummed everything up.
And I got to spend a fine day (PD Day off school) with Miss G manufacturing a Christmas gift for her father and taking her to run errands and pick up other gifts. And I just realized that I cannot write this day up without giving away one of the YD’s Christmas gifts. Well, I can tell the story in January.
And I may even get a post up in between. If I get the mending and sewing under control and if the YD really meant it when she said she would help with the tree.  Have to have a tree, as the family is coming here for Christmas dinner. Must. Order. Turkey. Soon.
Twenty-two days. And counting.

Monday, 10 November 2014

Thinking Grateful Thoughts about Gratitude.




Last week I got tagged with the Five Days of Gratitude meme. And I am grateful. Thinking about what I was going to write every day made me very much aware of how much in my life there is that is worth gratitude. I found myself selecting,sorting , forming categories, almost overwhelmed with the wealth of choices. I wrote posts in my head, edited, added, argued with myself. It was a very rewarding exercise and one that I had not done for far too long.

 So, thanks to my tagger, Jane Paul.

I had my reward in doing the exercise. And so would anyone. Most of those who read me have done it, I think, but if you have not, you are tagged. You’ll be glad you did.

Friday, 7 November 2014

October Patchwork



Bits and pieces of posts that didn’t get finished. And are now sadly out of date. Too bad.

Early October

Around Canada’s Centennial year it was decided by a symbol-mad federal government that Canada should have an official tartan of its very own. This is the design that was chosen, selected because of the colours, the colours of the trees in the deciduous hardwood forests in the fall. When I was coming back from grocery shopping today I came over a hilltop and looked at a spread of colours that almost matched the tartan.

We had a wonderful week of fall weather here. Temperature in the mid-twenties, crystal blue sky, blazing trees, blood-red sumac, sumptuous purple asters. Even the blue jays (not the baseball-playing kind) that our poet promises us. We live in eastern Ontario, on the edge of the Canadian Shield, in maple syrup country. The sugar maples turn red and gold, the red maples preceding them with a deeper tone. The birch turns gold. The evergreens stay … green. On another such perfect fall day many years ago I was lucky enough to be taking a low local flight from Montreal to Ottawa and we flew over miles of tree tartan, glowing in the late afternoon sun. 

In some years, especially when there has been a dry spell in late summer, we get very little colour. The leaves turn brown and brittle and crumble off the trees. This year we have had lots (and lots) of rain and the asters, the ‘farewell summer’s of PEI lore, are big and lush and numerous. We have both a very dark purple and a light, almost lilac, shade. And a few goldenrod are hanging on to provide some contrast. The fields are gold and brown with corn, sorghum and soy beans ready for harvest. And the trees are blazing. 

When we have a bit of wind and the leaves dance. Piles of gold and red collect under the trees, drift and then swirl, drop gently and lift again. Miss G and her Grandpa went out crunching along the back trails, walking the dog and marking ‘UG’ trees for firewood. They took a knapsack full of water and snacks and dog biscuits, and obediently toted JG’s cell phone since it now works in our back bush, thanks to new towers in the neighbourhood. Miss G and the dog race through the leaves, finding salamanders and good smells, mud and adventure. 

Mid October

I wrote that in the first week of October. Shortly afterwards the halcyon weather was replaced by cold rain that brought down some of the leaves and rendered the bush trails soggy. We returned Miss G to her parents, along with her almost completed Hallowe’en dress that she has worked so hard to make. It has a gathered yoke and sleeves, a collar and yards of material and she has learned some new skills pinning it all together. This weekend we returned the dog and cat to their ‘mommy’, not before the dog wrecked her brand new haircut by rolling in something unspeakable just before we were about to load her into the car. 

I got a superb dinner out of it, though, as it is JG’s 75th birthday and the offspring decided to celebrate this event by taking him out to a sumptuous restaurant. Miss G made a spice cake with cream cheese icing (‘from scratch, Grama’) on which we all made pigs of ourselves.

And that lined us up for Thanksgiving, a festival when the family all wants to come out to the bush and hike and enjoy the autumn while I cook. So I cooked. For the Hall events, for the Thanksgiving feast. I was a bit unsure of how many people I was feeding for Thanksgiving and so I bought an 18 lb turkey. Even with sending a lot home, we ate cold turkey for quite some time afterwards. Ah, well. I made blueberry pies for the Hall dinner and one, as usual, ran over badly, causing my husband to have a pie all his own. Good thing, too, since the Hall dinner was swarmed and we ran out of meat. Should have saved half a turkey, I guess. It is a fine art to figure how much food you need for 350 people and we got fooled this year because we had two bus loads of deer hunters from the next county and they were very hungry men. But, that was November. I am getting ahead of myself.

The YD was sent on a business trip to the Antipodes and so we got the animals back in mid October for a couple of weeks. The joys of dog walking in the rain. The joys of floor cleaning after dog walking in the rain. The dog is a burr magnet and I did a lot of brushing, which she tolerates except for her nose. The cat decided that the plush blanket I keep on the living room couch was really hers and so if I wanted to take a nap with blankie I had to have the cat on my lap as well. Not much of a nuisance except when I tried to use the iPad. This she regards as a rival gray rectangular cat, making it hard to distinguish between my finger and her nose on the keyboard.

We also got the grandkid and her mother back for a day to help JG stack the winter woodpiles under cover beside what we call the ‘wood door’ in our walk-out basement. The ED stacks at the speed of forked lightning, causing her dad to huff and puff along behind her. So now we are equipped for cold weather, with both stove wood (our fall heating source) and furnace wood. We have a forced air wood furnace with electric backup for the really cold months. Stocking up the fuel for both of these is a year round job for JG. The ED took a bit of time off to photograph Miss G in all the glory of her completed costume, trying to find a rustic enough background to suit the period of the mob cap etc. We came close, but there is a set of pneumatic tires in some of the shots.

 Edited shot
 The original shot

During this section of October all of the leaves (more or less) fell down and were vacuumed up  by JG and dumped into piles to compost. I even got my last perennial bed sort of cleaned up, but I am going to have to lift the iris corms in the spring to get the bed clear of weeds. As the glorious cloud of colour transforms itself to a crunchy carpet, a wise person prepares herself for five months of grey and cold and snow and ice and ………..  Maybe some year I will be able to do that.

Coda

And now it is November and snowflakes are dancing outside my window. The forecast is for -8ÂșC overnight and I will have to dump the last geraniums that have held on and bloomed all month on the front porch, somewhat protected from overnight frosts. It is Hunting Season and the orange leaves have been replaced by orange jackets and caps and the roar of four wheelers transporting the orange people to their bush stands. The camp next to us does not have any doe tags this year, so the dainty mothers with their leggy fawns will be left in peace. The season is two weeks here, and once they are gone a wintry quiet will descend on the woods and fields although the chickadees and nuthatches have returned to the feeders, as have the greedy jays, and there are lots of woodpecker calls and drumming to be heard.

And the roar of the chainsaw as JG works on 2016’s firewood.