A Spring Feast for the Wildlife

During the winter I watched a group of deer eating happily on the neighbors evergreen trees. This spring as the weather begins to warm up a bit to no longer need a heavy winter jacket and dawn spiked snow boots. I’ve noticed one of the deer is the same since last year ~ I think anyway. You see one of the deer has a wounded leg and hops around on three instead of four and there’s also a few markings I’ve seen as similar.

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I wonder if this animal wounded itself jumping the fence, but as I watched it yesterday after tiring of eating the weeds in the neighbors backyard. The wounded deer hopped over to the neighbors back side of the fence after figuring out the safe jumping distance away it needed to be.

I was in awe of this animal who reminded me of high school days back when in gym we were all suppose to jump over hurdles, which for me being so dang short ~I never made it over them…

But, as I watched this poor sad creature whom I’d been watching for at least half an hour eating away to its hearts content. It lined itself up just right and in almost slow motion you could see the muscles in its neck bulge out a bit, and lower its hind quarters ~ To sail beautifully clearing the fence top without a problem in the world. Only to turn around and watch the other two younger ones still eating, missing out on this amazing feat.

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This animal has no concept of what it can’t do in life, it merely judges the hurdle and carry’s onward. I’m still grinning from ear to ear at a very important lesson nature taught me yesterday.

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I removed all color from the pictures today, because I wanted you to just see the deer, and not be distracted by its surroundings…

My pup and I watched from the patio deck in pure amazement. She also had to run down the steps to bark at the creatures a few times, just to let them know of her presence. After she could have cared less and plopped down on the deck to sun herself.

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I hope you have a fabulous day on this fruitful Sunday afternoon…

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Swimming Up Stream

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My late husband and I would take a vacation to a place down East of here (Ontario, Canada) to visit the camp (as he called it) where I first witnessed salmon swimming up stream in all of their glory. It’s a magical sight to behold watching these marine life do what just pure and simple comes naturally to them.

I’m not sure what I expected on my first trip to the “Camp” as this was also the first time to meet the parents of my soon to be husband. We all were to meet at the camp and stay there for two weeks. Excitement and pure horror began to erode my thoughts as we traveled via Chevy truck the twelve plus hours to arrive at our destination. (His shocks needed to be replaced too.)

“What if they don’t like me?”

Was the dialogue churning over and over in my head…I wanted to make such a good impression I suppose….But, I’ve rarely been camping and had become very use to indoor plumbing too. I was told the outhouse (OUTSIDE) was painted the same color as the camp. Hum…was this information suppose to make me feel at ease stumbling outside in the middle of the woods at midnight with all of the critters ~ searching for this yellow outhouse with green trim?

After, a few days at the camp someone thought it best to give me a flashlight for my nightly adventures with nature. (Why on earth didn’t someone think of that sooner ~ or myself to ask for one.) I ask you!

This little blog of mine, as new as it is….has begun a life of its own. The older blog I had last year contained ramblings of this and that. I had photography, cooking, crafting, storytelling, and the like on a monthly basis. I have noticed since I first began blogging folks usually find their topic of interest and stick to one thing.

My scattered brain works in so many directions like the Los Angeles, California  freeway going north, south, east and west with lots of off ramps. My son tried his best to offer advice for me to become successful after my first few months of blogging (4 or 5 years ago) but, being a person with so much interest in so many things, I didn’t listen and winged it so to speak.

Needless to say I was indeed swimming up stream getting no where fast. I suppose I totally confused folks to what my blog content was all about. The foodies were not interested in my cute little stories, (probably too long in content) and the photography people had little interest in the crafting of my big headed tiger cub… those folks that followed me through that long adventure two winters ago will remember. I tried my best to also make it funny…

So, this brand new attempt at blogging will try and make you smile, and hopefully laugh from time to time. But, more than that I’ll be sharing who I really am with you and hope you enjoy the ride. ~

Back to the camp…I grew fascinated with the ease of the outhouse after the first week. Feeling like a pro  rambling outdoors with the flashlight after midnight ~(if I had stop drinking coffee with dinner I wouldn’t have had to do any of the midnight runs to the outhouse) no pun intended…..

But, and yes my life contains lots of those….One day visiting the cozy little outhouse all adorned with fresh yellow paint and green trim I looked up (while sitting with my pants at my ankles) to witness the largest hairiest spider in my life webbing its huge body straight down between my legs!

I can deal with the sharks in the Gulf of Mexico, and the snakes of the South. I’m sure we too in the south have big spiders, but Eastern Canada showed me just what I was made of ~ a great big scary cat.

I flung open the door of the outhouse with my pants still down to my ankles just to see my soon to be father in law standing at the back of the camp with yellow paint dripping on a paint brush, he turned and noticed my sudden departure from the outhouse and slowly returned to painting with steady strokes of his wrist.

I realized one important thing that day ~ Not to be afraid of meeting the in-laws, because there is always something worse to be afraid of instead…

I swam up stream for two weeks camping in the deep woods surrounded by the loveliest Birch trees swaying in the wind right next to the majestic Maples there to protect and offer beauty. Yes, I went against my very core and natural grain of who I was and absorbed the knowledge that I too could be like Little House on the Prairie ~ and cook on a wood stove, fetch fresh water from a cold running stream I shared with the salmon.

The nights were never brighter, the air cleaner, or the sleep most peaceful as those two weeks spent in the woods at the camp…

Take care my lovely friends of WordPress and have a bright and clear day

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Awaiting the Free Spring Car Wash

Sometimes you can find free stuff…How you ask?

Well I use to take my car into the coin operated car wash place down the road from me to get all of the winters grime removed. But, the car was always left with residue that I needed to get off at home. Once, I was waiting in line to move forward for a good wash and noticed cars and trucks ahead of me with much more sand and grime on their vehicles.

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Hum….We were all using the same soapy brush the owners of the car wash provided ~ you know those long handles with a lever. Well…then this old brain of mine got to working overtime ~ rarely, but it does happen from time to time…  🙂

My vehicle is 18 going on 19 years old, and I’ve always had it in a garage. (A major prerequisite for buying the home I’m in at the moment.) So, if there was the littlest scratch I’d use the car paint I bought from the dealer at the time of purchasing my black beauty.

I bought the lifetime protection for paint and rust as well at the time of buying said vehicle, and I was responsible for touching up any scratches. Well, taking care of an expensive vehicle is not a chore, since you’ve spent your (almost) last dollar on it. So, I treated my vehicle almost (and I mean almost) like one of the family…

Fixing the scratches, feeding it fuel, giving it a bath, taking it in for its checkups…You see not really unlike caring for family members or pets too….

Anyway, as usual I have gone off track telling you about freebies….The car wash was out for me, since I began noticing hairline scratches from using the car wash brushes that were really, really sandy… I might as well be washing black beauty (Yes… I gave my vehicle a name) with sand paper along with the suds and water.

So, before the counsel-men decided to put in water meters I used the old fashioned way and hauled out my handy dandy hose, (here’s the hard part) crawled underneath shelving that was built with a clearance of around 4 feet for the bottom shelf, and the rest of the shelving goes almost to the ceiling of the garage…

This is very handy for totes with tons of stuff in them that I need to use a ladder to reach… (Remember I’m tad pole height.) This is where the outlet for the hose is. Yes…I kid you not! There’s not one outlet for the water on the front outside of the home. So, now you see why the car wash at first was my go to for cleaning the vehicle.

Then they installed the water meters into all of the homes in my town, well I was not going to use the hose and thankfully I could now say goodbye to crawling underneath the shelving to reach the outlet, and do my part saving the planet by watching my own water usage.

What’s an  old gal to do I ask you?  She drives her winter dirty car around until the first day the free water arrives ~ Via the nice gentle rain of spring. If, there is a lot of salt on the car I genuinely wait for a hard down-pouring of rain combined with wind to get the sides all nice and shiny. Ta-DA! a nicely bathed car for free.

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So, you see there are at times free stuff….A free car wash for me, and doing my part for this globe we live on.

Take care and have a carefree day and evening

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~Laura ~

 

Be Wise & Listen to your Weather Channel

This morning I woke quite early, even before the sun rose on the horizon. I really don’t actually enjoy this time of morning, just before everything is awake around me. I have to be so quite at this time and can’t bang around in my kitchen making that first glorious cup of coffee.

Even if most mornings it’s the instant version of real coffee. Now, I must confess something and I ask if you promise not to laugh too awfully hard ~ I’ll make a small confession to you…

I bought one of those handy dandy coffee makers that you pop one of those pods into and before you can even wipe the sleep outta your eyes, it’s done ~ That steaming hot cup of Joe in your cup of choice.

Well….as it happened the pod coffee maker was a steal on sale which is what prompted me to make such a purchase in the first place, I did know the pods at the store could be costly, completely wiping out the savings for the coffee maker. But, and yes there is always a but….

I planned on only using this new toy on the rarest occasions when I was dog tired in the morning and use other methods instead most days. I bought a box of the pods and placed them high on my fridge – (high for me because I’m short like a tadpole) I’d need my little stool to reach up to the top to retrieve the box of pods ~ sort of like a savings account for down the road when I needed quick and easy.

Sad thing is my legs gravitated onto that blasted stool, until the pod box was totally empty. Now I’ve done it! I’ve become addicted to the ease and enjoyment of these tasty selections for coffee. (lots of varieties for the pods) How  on earth could I ever go back to a regular cup of coffee (instant) and having to wait for the kettle to boil (over 5 minutes)

I’d gone and done it ~ spoiled myself and messed up my morning routine as a happy camper. I’d need to form a group of spoiled coffee drinkers and be a comfort to others with the same empty wallets to keep buying those delightful little pod of ground coffee.

Be wise and always remember and never forget ~ always listen to your inner voice…

What you don’t have one of those? Hum…I bet you do ~ you’re just waiting a bit to admit it… 🙂

Our winter appears to be taking a back seat and spring is springing forward just like the moving our clocks ahead by an hour.. (What’s the point I ask you ~ if only to set them back again)

I can report there are signs of puddles in my driveway, especially the part of driveway that’s sinking, looking more like a bowl for the puddle than a nice flat drive of asphalt. I was told the trees in my front yard are the culprit for this transformation. The roots growing underneath are moving the soil outta the way and causing the driveway to sink in spots. SINKHOLE ALERT!

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I’ve had a nightmare or two about my C.R.V. falling into my driveway when it gave way to a sinkhole. Scary stuff I tell you, and so is the ground freezing and thawing causing havoc also to the driveway and the surrounding roadways. It’s like an obstacle course driving in the spring, and probably the same where you are if you get snow in the wintertime.

So, watch the weather channel because they are calling for the temps to warm up which is a sign to make an appointment with your local garage to remove the snow tires and replace the all seasons. You might as well get an oil change, because you’re probably due for that too..

This is the time to not enjoy the dirty looking snow as it melts and the big reveal of trash thrown without thought (by others, not me) The birds tell the true tale as they perch atop the remaining snow banks waiting for tasty treats on garbage day … (After a gale force snow storm done blew away your garbage can lid ~ never to be found again …I numbered my can but forgot to house number my lid just in case someone found it and was feeling generous and return it to me…..

Lift off to spring

Take care and enjoy your day and evening

I sure plan on it, because it’s time to put my snowblower away, until next winter

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(I hope)

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A Dinosaur and a Cell Phone

It’s a bit overwhelming for me to learn that my cell phone provider will no longer carry the technology that runs my cell phone. Alright, I must admit before going any further….My Cell Phone Is A Dinosaur!

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It does not have any of the bells and whistles that the cell phones of today have. No Camera, No Internet, and none of the other things such as apps.  I can’t play angry birds on my cell phone even if I understood what this game is all about. I mean really in a world gone mad why would I want a cherish bird angry at me?

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My cell phone could in fact dial a phone number and someone would answer on the other end, until texting became a rave among many. This feat took me eons to get the hang of it, but I rallied and with my daughters help I mastered texting.

But, mastering the tasks of remembering the password to get into my own messages was daunting to say the least. I’d try many different combinations of what I thought was the pass code, only to be locked out for attempting too many times the incorrect number combinations.

I’m told never to carry pass codes with me when I have the cell phone, just in case it was stolen..no one and I mean no one would want this old dinosaur of a phone these days.  So, I wait the allotted time to attempt the pass code after I found it jotted down in a little black book where all codes go and often just die there due to something shiny and new that has taken its place ~ New technology toy…

I’m certain that shortly my satellite provider will be sending me a similar notice telling me they no longer will provide service to me as I only own Tube T.V.’s ~ There’s not one High Def telly anywhere in my home. Soon, this will become a home where all I can watch on the telly is my d.v.d collections of which I own many. More than enough to last a life time of falling asleep watching the telly at the end of my day.

It’s been ages since I’ve fully watched a show without having to back it up to before I fell asleep, but being the trooper that I am I rewind so to speak at least 5 times before totally giving up on watching the same show one more time….

Castle, I’m sorry that I never make it to see who was the killer….

Grey’s Anatomy, I’m sorry that I never get to see your patients become well again after arriving at your hospital after being impaled by an arrow.

The list can go on and on …

But, I coffee up the nights Supernatural is on because by golly gosh I’m not going to fall asleep when the boys are on and saving the day ~  one way or the other.

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~ Artwork by: J.G.Scott~

Take care and have a most wonderful day and evening

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A Bed of Snow ~ April 8th 2016

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I survived the past two days of heavy snowfall wondering if I’d ever get the chance to put seeds into my homemade garden trug. Last year I made the garden trug with a few alterations to my own liking. Many times the snow has melted off the soil in the planter only to snow again to offer a new blanket of snow. I suppose since it was and still is winter here I shouldn’t be at all surprised. 🙂

I’ve enjoyed watching the footprints the critters have made in the snow on my deck. Every morning I wake up to freshly fallen snow. My pup also finds these visitors interesting as much as I do, sniffing every spot where they left their impressions.

It’s a morning routine in the wee hours for us, I with my coffee cup in hand looking around as she pushes the snow with the tip of her black nose. Guarding the patio after sniffing the scents they left behind. I always (if seen by others) have a curious expression on my face, wondering just how she can smell anything in the cold snow.

I’m just happy that my sense of smell is not that of a dog, because taking out the garbage would become a unpleasant job to say the least, or when clearing the yard of the little presents she leaves behind. Oh my…Good heavens for a human nose half plugged by a sinus condition… 🙂

I woke this morning feeling my age of almost sixty. Gosh….that felt odd typing my almost age. I’ve never validated it before in public…hum…it’s almost invigorating! I rested yesterday for a few hours after shoveling with my daughter, before I even thought about attempting to see what was wrong with the snowblower that died on me.

I tinkered around with this monster of a machine which I’ve owned for almost 18 years. The snowblower wasn’t one of those machines with many bells and whistles. It is just a run of the mill machine. You yank on the pull cord, and pray it coughed and burps until it roars with a thud announcing it’s ready to blow some snow.

With tools in my hands and a how to book marked on the section for snowblowers I began to try and solve the mystery. With the grace of stubbornness I figured it out and got it running once again. I blew the snow at 7:30 this morning reminding myself ~ Your as young as you want to be, even if your body is telling you otherwise.

Back in my twenties I thought a person of the nearing age of sixty just sat in a chair and hoped to not fall and break a hip… But, now that I’ve almost arrived at the golden age I’m out there last summer moving with both hands and a strong back the logs to make my third permaculture bed. I’ve not had a cold in over seventeen years, most of which is without a flu shot.

I must be doing something right, or I’ve been blessed because I’ve never once given up on my faith in all of these years, even when being tested after losing my husband to a sudden heart attack when our children were little. Perhaps, trying to find a brighter side to life when it’s dark all around has been the ingredient to success for me. Perhaps, it just is…. simple as that. But, for what ever reasons ~ I’m truly grateful and honored to have you spend the time reading my blogs. This really means the world to me that you do ~~~

Take care and have a most delightful day…   🙂

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Snowblower quit on me! April 7th 2016

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It’s Spring right? I mean I didn’t just imagine what the calendar is telling me to be true…We did have the spring showers last week, without the dreaded hail usual for this time of year. The 7 foot snow bank on the side of my driveway just in front of the two evergreens trees you see in the picture was melting at record speed ~ that was last week…

Mother nature can be a beast at times rearing her will to suit her needs. I suppose on occasion I too have been known to behave in this manner. Some times I just can’t look at another piece of raw chicken trying to figure out a new way of cooking such poultry. Since, I’ve given up eating beef ~ Oh my beloved T-Bone had to take a backseat due to a condition that would get worse if I eat it. My poor rusting B.B.Q. is saddened by these changes in our eating habits, and has taken to pealing off its layer of red paint on the top of the lid.

I actually think I heard it out there on my deck moaning one day back when the weather was warm on the skin and you could sit outdoors watching nature at its best. But, I soon realized the darn tank was hissing at me from a slow leak ~ Thank goodness the tank didn’t blow up on me. I probably was drugging some poor chipmunk that likes to linger on the bottom rack of the B.B.Q. stand. Propane, hum….Danger Will Robertson!

I’ve always been a bit shy about that first firing up of my grill after the automatic starter button bit the dust eons ago. Now I have to strike a match and shove it in the hole at the bottom, ready to dart off in the other direction if flames start to happen where they are not suppose too.

But, I brave that first piece of chicken I throw on the grill with glee since it taste so much better than what I can do with it indoors on the stove or oven. But, beware they say not to char the meat because that’s suppose to be no good  for you. Hum….What’s a girl to do? I ask you…..

So, I’ll just shovel the white stuff as it continues to float down, and often blow in directions at  gale force speeds today. To not go stark raving mad, I’m trying to look on the brighter side of things as my daughter (who helped me shovel this morning) said upon coming back inside all covered in snow like I was….”I want to move…” she said.

My response being a transplanted American to Canada for over 30 years…”It’s Canada…”

Sometimes you just have to view certain things on the brighter side, perhaps the snow out there that’s blowing in all different directions is just confused…. which way do I go, which way do I blow…   🙂

Take care out there today, where ever you may be and if your weather is grand get outside and take advantage of the glorious day.

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April fools ~ On me

April Fools day came and went with the snow almost melted around the area. I was actually happy to soon be able to rake up all of the little presents my pup has left behind ~ All winter!

This marks the weather warming up, and the removal of limbs here and there which have fallen.

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March arrived with quite a bit of blowing snow. Sorry for the blurry picture of my friend in the back yard peaking over the fence at me taking their picture, but it was just too cold and windy to open up the patio door for a proper shot (with the camera of course) sorry for the pun.

They called for around 30 centimeters of snow to begin today ~ Wednesday April 6th and continue right through to Friday. Well, you can imagine my dislike for this news, even if it’s not a huge surprise up here in Northern Canada. My seedlings can’t even dare to peak their tender leaves outdoors until mid May. So close and yet so far away is my jewel (I hope) of a garden to begin with all of its critter battles and the wasps that have found my backyard to be a haven.

I’ll share the backyard garden with them because they did a find job last year keeping all of the bugs off my plants. But, this year I’m planting mostly vegetables that grow underneath the soil, like potatoes, beets, carrots, radishes, and the like. This way I can just wait until they are ready for harvest and the wasp and I will not get in each others way this summer.

I keep telling myself to become one with nature, and think about what type of respect these pests need to survive and flourish in my garden. Soon the hummingbirds will arrive, and not too long after that my honeysuckle will be in bloom drawing the beautiful butterflies to my yard.

What an amazing show mother nature offers us each brand new season and I can’t wait for it to begin.

I’ve spent most of the winter shoveling snow, re-watching all 7 seasons of The Gilmore Girls, and writing a story. All in all its been a wonderful and healthy season for me once again. I can hardly wait to be outside for more that shoveling and take pictures of the garden to document this brand new year of 2016.

Oh…right! One other thing I did this past winter ~ I grew hot peppers indoors ~ I planted the seeds in early Fall of 2015, and also planted Basil seeds in the same pot. The basil went nuts providing me a bounty crop all winter to use in my sauces. Oh my fresh basil homegrown in the winter is the very best. I harvested in January the hot peppers and made Jalapeno Jelly out of them. This is delicious brushed over pork roast or baked chicken.

The jalapeno plants I cut back after harvesting the peppers and now they are budding again with new peppers. The stalk of the plant is very thick and hardy, just right for when it’s time to plant outdoors. I’ve snipped off most of the new buds so the plant can continue to become hardy for its first season outdoors. Oh my… life is good and exciting for me right now…….

Stay tuned to this channel, so to speak….there’s more coming soon.

Take care and have a wonderful day/evening where ever you are

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