Wind Gusts!

I did not expect to face much of an adjustment period when Attila changed mid-week to working the day shift. Apparently even welcome changes require a bit of effort to get used to! The wind is fierce out there this morning! The weather people says it is gusting to 41 to 47 km/h, ha I say. I’ve been out in garden collecting chairs, battening down the plastic on Attila’s little green house, and chasing garbage cans across the yard. These gusts are ripping leaves out of the trees, and downing any loose or dead branches as well. They are also whistling in at the screen door, it sounds like a blizzard in the dead of winter, only it is warm and pleasant. My projects are at a standstill for the moment, as I concentrate on all the changes in the last few weeks: Attila getting called back to work, the night shift shock, and now switching to the desirable day shift. My sleep patterns are once again in disarray. I anticipate that, barring further jarring change, next week I will settle into a relatively stable routine. Attila is struggling with the changes as well, but making progress towards a balance. … Continue reading


Attila started back on the day shift today, hooray! He was up and “at em” at 4:30 a.m. this morning, and out in the garden. No greens for me this morning, he has finished thinning the Spinach and Swiss Chard, perhaps tomorrow. It will be time to pick the Spinach soon, it is bolting already. He did pick four pounds of Rhubarb for me. I baked a Rhubarb Crisp this morning, and froze four 2 cup packages Rhubarb is a plant that will grow in most gardens in Canada, even a small front yard. It wasn’t until recently that I became aware that it will not grow in warm climates, thanks to interacting with other gardeners on the internet. Rhubarb has been in all of the gardens of my life. I remember when I was around three, my Mom used to give us a cup with a little bit of sugar in it, then set my brother Carl and I out on the veranda step at our first little house, with a stalk of rhubarb to dip in the sugar, the sweet and sour of it was amazing. Rain is predicted for today, and thunderstorms. It is supposed to be … Continue reading

Another Sunny Day

I like to write. Sometimes writing is cathartic. But most of the time it is just a form of camaraderie. It is like having an imaginary friend, but different in that people who read what I write are not imaginary. Also people who read what I write are unique individuals, who are not a projection of my imagination, and I only know that they are there when they choose to interact. I like this about writing online, it is like releasing energy into the wild, who knows where it will go, what will become of it. And I meet the nicest people. After discovering how difficult it is going to be to obtain enough locally grown strawberries to do my seasonal canning, I am rethinking our garden. I grew up on a farm where I worked as a child labourer at home on acres and acres of tender fruits, including strawberries. Most farm kids worked on the farm with their parents when I was growing up, it was a necessary part of economic survival, and it built relationships and character at the same time. Anyway, those skills I learned, as I spent hours in the sun working alongside my Mom … Continue reading

Easy Being Green

Another beautiful sunny day today! We are just beginning to adjust to shift work again, I am getting at least 5 hours of sleep every night, and so grateful for that. Our routines are settling in, we are getting this all figured out. Attila says he heard a rumor that he is to go back to his old job, which was working days. Who knows. Constant change is the norm now. We will have to adjust to whatever they decide to do to our schedule. Yesterday Attila planted many of the plants, that he started from seed in his cold frame, and in the little green house. This is so exciting! We haven’t ventured in to a nursery to buy bedding plants this year, except two Veestar strawberry plants and a horseradish plant delivered to the vehicle. The strawberry plants were weakened when rabbits nibbled away all of the leaves on one of them, and some of the leaves on the other. They were promptly transplanted inside the fence, where they have survived, thank goodness, they were $4 each! I am hoping to eventually get runners from them, to establish a large bed of strawberries. This spring we are relying … Continue reading


The odd thing about writing a personal journal on the internet is that you really don’t know who is reading it (with some pleasant exceptions), and what they make of it (with some pleasant exceptions). That gossamer line of connection created between the writer and reader is almost invisible. Its appearance belies its strength, which is timeless. Authors long dead have held me close through the darkest of times, the blackest of experiences. Authors of many races and cultures have reached out to me with their words, affirmed my humanity, enlightened my perspective, chastised the smallness of some of my ideas and emotive responses, shown me what love is, and what love can do, and so much more. Their words have reached across chasms of difference, to embrace me with inclusion, to illuminate my world with love, kindness, tolerance, and compassion. Informal authors, such as those writing online personal journals, have enriched my life immensely. Although I’ve not met even one in “real life”, respect, appreciation, and real concern for their well being have developed over time. When they cease to write, for whatever reason, I miss hearing about their doings, their retrospections, and their contemplations. What I do know … Continue reading