Saturday, March 29, 2025

Well, then, so much for my aspirations to begin cleaning up the winter-deposited detritus on our lawn, for today. 'Man proposes, nature disposes', as relevant an observation now as it ever is. Last evening snow began falling, and it came down generously all night. When we woke in the morning, it was to a white world once again. Old Man Winter cannot be persuaded -- in any given year -- to depart our landscape, this year is no different. When March comes to an end, it's with a sense of relief that we bid it adieu for another year; the month that begins to introduce melting snow, milder temperatures and rain, while invariably relenting to give pause to winter's departure, persuading the elements to display a parting winter landscape.


And that is just what confronted us this morning. The temperature below zero, sky heavily burdened with snow clouds, and wind whipping the snow into a froth. I hardly expected that before breakfast this morning I'd be out in the backyard shovelling snow for cleared pathways once again, for Jackie and Jillie, so that when they enter the house after exiting for their morning bathroom breaks they're not little snowdogs. They demonstrate their gratitude by ignoring the clearings and heading straight for where the snow is deepest.

Yesterday Irving had mentioned that I hadn't baked eclairs for a long time. I'd completely forgotten about them as an option for my Friday morning baking tradition, it's actually been that long. Truth is, I'm not myself all that fond of the eclairs, but he is. So I decided I'd give them a go after a long absence. There are three stages to putting them together, so they're a little fussy, but they're also a challenge. Beginning with the choux. I put together a half recipe, since there's only the two of us now as compared to years back when I cooked and baked for a family of five.

A half-cup water to a half-cup flour doesn't seem like a lot ingredient-wise, but even that makes at least ten middling-sized puffs, so that's more than enough. The process is to bring the water along with 1/4 c. butter to a boil, add the flour and a sprinkling of salt, quickly mixing it into the water/butter vigorously beating under reduced heat enough to incorporate everything into a thick ball. Once done, taking it off the heat, then adding two eggs, one after another and continuing stirring and beating until a thick, smooth choux results. And it takes energy to do that; a wooden spoon and strong right arm helps.


 Once the puffs have baked (400F for 15 minutes; 325F another 20 minutes), I simmer a vanilla cream filling comprised of icing sugar mixed with cornstarch, 10% cream, butter and vanilla until thick, to stuff the puff interiors, then melt baking chocolate with a little butter to top it all off. It was a hit with Irving, and I found them tolerable enough. Besides which, it's enjoyable to me to putter around the kitchen with different treats on Fridays. It's when I also put together a yeast-raised dough to be refrigerated and then used on Sunday for dinner rolls to accompany a winter-hot savoury vegetable-bean soup.

In the afternoon today we dressed good and warm for the weather: 0C, windy and by early afternoon, some vestiges of blue sky interspersed with mostly snowclouds, dropping flurries now and again. Environment Canada had warned a great swath of Ontario south of us of freezing rain conditions that had already caused electrical interruptions for tens of thousands of households.


We hardly thought, a mere three days before the calendar arrival of Spring that we'd see the forest reflecting its white winter garb again, but that's just what we saw. Jackie and Jillie were pretty happy about it, as are most dogs. There had been enough people venturing out into the ravine before us so that the trails were beginning to be trod down. Last night's layer of snow -- about 10 cm -- laying lightly over the ice on the trails. Where the snow was disturbed it was clear that the ice had glaciated back to sliding conditions in reflection of the cold temperature.

Crows crowded the sky above, mobbing in their celebration of spring, and we could hear the staccato of woodpeckers in the distance. The creek was running full of meltwater from days before; muddy and agitated, carrying detritus downstream with it. And looking cold, very cold and crowded with fallen tree trunks. 

The cleats on our boots were picking up clotted snow clumps, but not intolerably, as would be the case if the atmosphere was any milder, melting the top layers of snow. Jackie and Jillie wandered about everywhere on the newly-made more attractive forest floor, scenting what we cannot (thank heavens) and paying close and deep attention to the messages thereof. Conditions underfoot were not ideal in the sense of being slightly laborious, but tolerable. By the time we emerged from our circuit back to street level we felt well exercised.


 

 

Friday, March 28, 2025

With the change back to standard time once again, leaving the accursed Daylight Saving Time behind for another year, and the natural change of the Earth on our side of the globe tilting back to face the sun, the days seem longer, with more natural light and that's a decided plus. Now that March is coming to a close, we're eager to see more signs of approaching spring. There's a reason why we think of March as the cruelest month, simply because it is. March is when winter refuses to leave and when spring waits in the wings for her opportunity to appear.

Because winter is so recalcitrant in that month and spring so polite, waiting for her opening really tests our patience. But it is Nature that is control here, not puny humans, and so we wait. The occasional snowy morning elicits our groans even while the resulting snow won't last, melting as the day begins to warm, even in the single digits above freezing. The days when snow flurries alternate with freezing rain and rain itself can drive us to distraction, even when the polarized events signal the end of winter and start of spring.

Today we had sun, and the temperature by afternoon rose to 8C, although it had plunged overnight the night before to -12C. There was wind, there's always wind to make the prevailing temperature feel much colder, particularly when we venture into the ravine. In the forest the trails were much improved from only a week earlier when the hillside trails were coated in thick, glaring ice, while the flat areas were steeped, where the sun reached them during the day, in the melting snowpack.

Our cleats do a good job clinging to the ice, but they pick up packed snow when it's in the throes of melting, so hiking through the trails can be a lot more difficult under these conditions. Jackie and Jillie, with their little rubber boots, slide a bit on the ice, so they learn quickly to avoid the trails' central portions and move themselves effortlessly at the edges where snow, albeit fading, sill remains atop the ice.

Conditions are iffy enough plowing through the trails to discourage a lot of people from the larger community from coming in; certainly those who haven't availed themselves of the safety quotient in wearing cleats prefer not to enter under these conditions. The result is that we mostly have the trails to ourselves, and the atmosphere is quiet and peaceful. Other than crows mobbing raucously at this time of year. We haven't caught sight of the ducks paddling through the creek lately. The creek, full of snowmelt, is fairly tumultuous as it roars downstream, and perhaps that's why.

Irving is still putting out peanuts on our porch, along with torn-up bread for the wildlife. We've seen a few squirrels obviously carrying young, so he feels committed to the practise, though it makes a right royal mess on the porch. Last night one of the area raccoons came around the porch, untroubled by my presence on the other side of the glass front door. They doubtless recall winters before when Irving used to put out dog kibble and entire raccoon families would come along from the ravined forest, crossing the street to reach the porch.

I thought yesterday evening since it's still so cold, that a comfort meal would be in good order.  Anything with sticky, oriental-style rice is considered comfort food by us, reminiscing about our year living in Tokyo. I marinated thin beef strips in chopped garlic, soy sauce and olive oil, chopped up garlic cloves, onions, snow peas and baby Bok Choy for a stir-fry served over rice last night, and we really enjoyed it.

I'm hoping for a better weather day tomorrow. Much of the snow and ice on our front lawn has melted. And as it melts it reveals an astonishing amount of detritus that has to be cleaned up. From tree branches to piles of conifer needles, and all manner of bits and pieces that tend to gravitate to the driveway and the lawns over winter. It'll take some cleaning up, but if the day is pleasant enough, I can get a good start on our spring clean-up.


 

Monday, February 24, 2025

Quite a winter we've had so far. Nature has been throwing a mixed bag of winter goodies at  us. Last week  the average temperature ranged around -6C to -12C, and with the incessant wind -- occasionally moderate, but now and then whipping through the atmosphere, our daily hikes through the ravine have been extremely cold. 

Added to which has been the two snowfalls, mere days apart, that together brought us up to our average snowfall for the date, which usually falls gradually to the accumulation we see now. Those two storms added 70 cm of snow on top of what had already fallen previously. The snowpack on the street alongside people's driveways is considerable, lawns are under three to five feet of snow.
 
 
So yesterday and today we had a break. Wind, to be sure, but temperatures rose to 3 and 5C; one day sunny, the next overcast. I set aside my snug Icelandic winter cap and double mittens for lighter coverings.
We still dressed Jackie and Jillie in their warmest winter jackets and little boots, but we felt significantly more comfortable, given the warming  trend. We're not so foolish to think that it will continue, but we'll enjoy it while it lasts.
 
 
Yesterday too, for the second time on the weekend, we saw a pair of Mallards in the creek.  That was a surprise. We usually see returned Mallards along with at least one Great Blue Heron in the spring. We're nowhere near there yet. There were also flocks of robins, swooping down to the creek and then back up again graceful arcs toward the overhanging trees. A week ago we saw a family of three Pileated woodpeckers.  

For our hike today we were accompanied by our youngest child. Some young child; he's now 62 years of age. As a biologist, apart from being our son, it's always such a pleasure being with him on our hikes, as he points out things we're less likely to notice, much less interpret. He won't stay with us this trip as long as his ten days in December/January. It's just that he had a conference in Hamilton and stretched his stay another week for us.
 
 
Today's hike took place in the expectation that it might rain while we were out. Lucky us, the rain held off. The forest trails are in fairly good shape now, well trodden down from use since the last of the snowstorms, to form a fairly solid base underfoot. Still, the trails apart from the main trail, tend to be narrow and choppy, just a bit of a challenge on our ascents and descents of the hillsides. 

When we had completed our circuit for the day, Jackie and Jillie leading the way, we stopped briefly adjacent the forest creek, wondering if the ducks were still in residence there. Thinking about what they could be getting to eat, likely algae and minuscule aquatic life that might sustain them. It's possible that this pair and others didn't migrate south this winter. Instead spending their time at places along the Ottawa River, which the ravine creek feeds into.
 
 
First order of business on our return home is always preparing a little fresh vegetable salad for Jackie and Jillie. In anticipation of their after-hike treat, they rip through the house after one another, sliding on substantial scatter rugs, nipping at one another, excited beyond measure at the prospect of wolfing down their favourite treat. 
 
That done, I decided to bake a small batch of chocolate chip cookies. While I was in the process I thought why not make them chocolate-chocolate-chip cookies, so I did. I had the oven on anyway, to roast a pair of Cornish game hens for dinner, and it took no time at all. 



Saturday, January 11, 2025

 
We slept in late this morning. Too late to bed last night. It's me, mostly, spending hours in the evening writing my blog entries. It's become a habit, one of long standing, at least a decade now. I value it because it gives me so much satisfaction. It's a mental challenge to decide what I mean to write about each day and at the same time it makes me feel oddly fulfilled that I commit to it. The blog that I dedicate to literature, posting short fiction, commentary, book reviews and poetry is a different kind of challenge of much longer duration, and it's been going for longer than the political and social commentary blogs.

In any event, I really do dislike sleeping in, although it's necessary for our well-being in having enough sleep on those occasions when we retire too late at night. Irving doesn't mind, he usually listens to lectures or current affairs discussions or watches some kind of drama on his little portable computer. The puppies are always fast asleep while we're both busy. Jillie could sleep forever, but Jackie gets a little restless when midnight approaches. He wants to go  upstairs to bed, but won't, until/unless we do too.
 

We had, as usual, a leisurely breakfast after our showers. Jackie and Jillie eat first. Not just their kibble, and bits of fruit and cooked chicken, but they also, between them, share an egg; fried, scrambled or hard-boiled as a 'second breakfast'. Then they busy themselves cadging from Irving while we're having our breakfast. I've given up protesting, try not to notice him slipping them bits of melon or egg from his plate, or toast under the table, when I'm 'not looking'.

Neither of us was particularly busy today, since it's Saturday, our 'day off'. We dressed Jackie and Jillie in their winter coats, halters and booties and made off for the ravine for our daily tramp through the forest trails at mid-day. A day that brought light snow flurries followed by clearing skies and full sun to brighten the house interior. For a change, there wasn't enough wind to make the daytime high of -5C seem colder than it was.
 

We'd have appreciated a decent snowstorm. Nothing spectacular mind, just enough snow to cover the ground, say about 10 cm at the very least. That would help our traction on the trails, on the ascents and descents. The underlying ice on the trails becomes more and more exposed as the days go by without a refreshing snowfall. Our ice cleats strapped firmly to our boots help immeasurably -- we wouldn't even attempt to traverse the trails without them. But even with the icers the trails have become so slick and slippery we can feel the icers having problems getting a grip and there's the occasional aborted slip.

The puppies evade the iciest portions of the trail, searching out areas with sufficient snow clumped over the ice to make their gait slip-free, and their little rubber boots help. I try to navigate the trails by avoiding the central portion of the trails when it's possible, where the ice is the slickest. Irving is less concerned over a fall than I am, despite my urging him to take awkward side trails as I do.


We haven't been seeing too many other hikers out lately in the woods. Unsurprising, since not everyone has icers and people would prefer striding along with confidence in their gait, not continually scouting out opportunities to avoid disaster. We did see in the distance when we were up on a raised portion of the ravine, looking down over a descent we had negotiated earlier, someone taking to sliding down the  hill on their rear end, rather than risk a fall. Clearly, someone lacking the protection of icers on their boots.

We saw no birds, much less squirrels or any other creatures; hunkering down in this weather. We see more squirrels, birds and rabbits on our front porch and side stairs than we do in the forest, these days. They come to visit for the offerings of bread and peanuts that Irving puts out regularly. We most often see the rabbits at dusk, crows, juncos, chickadees and cardinals throughout the day, and black, grey and red squirrels in the mornings and afternoon. Our puppies consider their presence an offence against their stewardship of our property.


Once Jackie and Jillie had their salads I turned my attention to dinner. And nothing is more palatable at this time of winter than steaming  hot and flavourful soups. So today it was a garden-vegetable soup to simmer on the stove until dinnertime. Chopped garlic cloves and onion in olive oil simmering with herbs, then celery, red bell pepper, snap peas and tomatoes, a bouillon cube and bay leaf does it. The fragrance of the soup pervades the house with its promise of a nutritional and good-tasting evening meal.



Thursday, December 5, 2024

 
Heading out to the ravine for our daily tramps through the forest has become a lot more complicated lately. The spontaneity of collar, harness and leash and off-we-go was strictly summer mode. As summer waned and fall entered, there were subtle changes; light little sweaters for all of us, including Jackie and Jillie when the ambient temperature began to bite a bit. As the days grew progressively cooler, the quality of those sweaters changed to counter the cool nip. Now that it's quite cold, early-winter gear has become necessary. 
 
And although it took an unusual length of time this year for snow to arrive, it finally did, yesterday, a cheering sight, illuminating the seasonal gloom of the forest, covering leaf-bare branches with glittering new snow, that fairy-tale aspect that forests take on in winter. With temperatures of -2C, and snow on the ground, Jackie and Jillie had their little rubber boots added to the snow-proof winter jackets. They didn't mind, they gamboled like little lambs off-trail in the forest interior.
 

Today, it's a lot milder, even though snow fell again, most of the day. The mild temperature (2C), changed the character of the snow from light and fluffy to damp and heavy. Yesterday when we ventured out we hadn't come across too many people, but they, like us, took special care on the hillsides of the ravine, finding it fairly slippery and unwilling to sprawl on the forest floor. It does take away some of the enjoyment of plodding through snow when you're not footsure.

Because it was milder today Jackie and Jillie had no need of their boots, but we pulled cleats securely over the soles of our boots to regain that footsure balance. We no longer needed to walk with such care, but the snow, because it was damp, clumped thickly underfoot so that at times it took a real physical effort to pull our boots clear of the snowpack. 

Even without boots today, Jackie and Jillie were delighted with the snow, leaping happily about everywhere. They discover unending opportunities to sniff strange (or familiar) new odours that intrigue them no end; at times it seems as though they share their thoughts, one possibly asking the other what they made of any particular 'fragrance'.
 
Today we only came across two other people on the trails with their pet companions. One of whom we were familiar with, the other not. Yesterday we'd come across a woman from the wider community who was uncertain where she was, which trail network she should be on, to return her to be able to access her street, so we did a little trail orienteering for her. Her rambunctious little scamp of a dog was having the time of its life, running challenging rings around our two.

Finally, on the last third of our circuit, snow started up again, falling in little clusters, the wind picking them up and sending them in an almost horizontal direction. Last night, Irving had gone out at midnight to shovel the accumulation in the backyard, clearing off the deck and the stairs and clearing away some of the sidewalk trails we have installed in the backyard, so Jackie and Jillie would have less to contend with in the morning.
 

As a result of the snow continuing all night, however, since I was downstairs before Irving, putting the finishing touches on breakfast, I took a break before he came downstairs and repeated his effort of the night before. And then invited Jackie and Jillie to join me out in the backyard, once they had finished their breakfast.

When they were months-old puppies they used to go a little berserk with joy in the winter, chasing one another endlessly around the backyard, standing on their hind legs and boxing, teasing one another from one end of the backyard to the other. On occasion they do that also in the house, in an excess of happiness or when they're anticipating an imminent mealtime. They've more latterly added chasing the rabbits that come about in the backyard, and intently sniffing the ground where presumably they've last been. We suspect they have little nests under the garden sheds.



Saturday, November 23, 2024

 
We're now past the mid-month mark in November and the usually morose, dark month continues to surprise us. Usually, conditions seem so stark by now with the absence of growing things in the garden, and colours reduced to their basics of dark and light, that we begin to anxiously await the arrival of snow to lend a bit of winter magic to the landscape. Seems it is not to be, not yet, in any event, as milder temperatures than normal continue and what might descend as snow comes down as rain, plentiful and cold. In the same token, the usually sunless November we know has been transformed to one currently that allows for sunny days which, combined with temperatures under freezing, make for comfortable forays into the forest on our daily perambulations there.
 

Of course when it rains relentlessly without stop for several days the opportunity to get out into nature comes to a full thudding stop. But for those whose companion dogs are large beasts who must get out regardless the weather, and our two little twimps are not in that category. They're content to remain in the house when it  rains and make that choice quite clear, in their reluctance to emerge any time rain pelts down hard, draining their enthusiasm for the out-of-doors.
 

By Friday, the weather began to clear, and at midafternoon out came the sun. For a while, in any event, until clouds moved back in. Until the clearing, it had been heavily raining, and we thought we'd miss another day of tramping through the forest trails. Earlier, I had baked an apple pie for a change for my usual Friday baking. One of Irving's favourite desserts. By the time I was finished in the kitchen, breading chicken cutlets for dinner later in the day and making a whole-wheat-cheese bread dough for croissants on Sunday, it was time to get out for our walk.


Since we weren't sure it wouldn't begin raining again while we were out, with the return of clouds obscuring the sun, it was rainproof jackets for everyone, Jackie and Jillie included. By the following day, chance of rain had diminished to a greater degree, and we were able to get out for a much longer, extended foray along the forest trails, wearing cold-weather, but not rain gear and we were much more comfortable. We pursued trails we haven't been on in a month or so, and the puppies were intrigued, revisiting old familiar places to check out the messages left by other pups; the canine version of neighbourly news.
 

Since it's Saturday and the temperature was in the 8C range, albeit windy with a prevailing dusky atmosphere, other hikers appeared here and there throughout the trail system, and with them their puppy pals, some of whom were very familiar with Irving's endless cache of cookies.


We saw chickadees flocking to a bird feeder hung alongside the trail on a protruding tree limb, interspersed with nuthatches taking their turns and even a female hairy woodpecker. None of those little aerial acrobats remain still for more than a second or two. They land, grab a seed and immediately depart for nearby trees. In the same token they're not shy of the presence of anyone passing by; repeating their performance as though oblivious of any interference in their comfort level.
 
 
Jackie and Jillie whose penchant is generally to remain on the trails, found it irresistible today to forge their way through the forest floor steeped in the most recent layer of leaf mass, in search of aromatic essences emanating from the presence of droppings, fascinated by the messages they find there, too. Which obliges us to keep tabs on where they are and what they're doing to ensure they're not indulging in that curse of rancid coprophagia. 
 
 
The landscape looks forbiddingly abandoned of colour; few remnants of foliage left. The forest floor itself is now barren of vegetation; it has all receded, awaiting the return of growing conditions in the spring. It's a mixed forest of conifers, evergreens and deciduous trees. The largest of which tend to be maple, willow, pine and spruce. The presence of the latter ensures some green remains, but the defoliation of the former presents a landscape nude of the greater presence of shades of green.
 

The result is a skeletal formation of dark trunks in the absence of prevailing green, where black-and-grey dominate the visual appearance of the landscape. Verdancy absent, the eye grieves the changed aesthetic. Which is reason enough to applaud the presence of snow, slow in arriving this year. And judging by the weather we've been experiencing up to now this fall, there's the distinct possibility that the winter of 2024/25 will not be one of snow abundance. Milder temperatures can bring more freezing rain and icy conditions may prevail.
 

Regardless, when that time comes we'll be prepared, with ice cleats strapped on over our boots. And that alone will be no different than any other winter when, once the snow flies and conditions for freeze-and-thaw eventuate, it becomes dangerous in a forested ravine with all its ascents and descents not to be prepared for challenging conditions underfoot.



Friday, November 8, 2024

 
We lingered in bed this morning, in no hurry to rise. We tend to do that when  we wake to a heavily overcast morning, and this morning was certainly that. Jackie and Jillie were fine with it, they just cuddled closer to us, while we discussed the morning news between us. Glancing at our bedside clocks that had just a short while earlier informed us it was eight o'clock, we noted dark blanks instead of brightly-illuminated numerals telling time, as we moved our lazy bones out of bed. Unexpectedly, no electricity. We soon discovered that even the telephone land lines were out, when they're usually not during brief electricity lapses.

With no way of knowing how long we'd be without electricity (which didn't stop us from automatically flicking on light switches as we moved about the dark house), Irving put the fireplace on, to dispel a bit of the damp darkness. Then he went downstairs to the basement and returned with an oil lamp, and he retrieved old antique candelabra and candles (we can't even remember the last time we bought candles) and placed them in strategic spots in the kitchen.
 

He'd also brought up an old blue-metal camping coffeepot and a few cooking pots. Then he went out to the deck to turn on our direct-gas-fired barbecue. I had fed the pups and taken them out to the backyard briefly, and as we returned to the house rain began falling. That rain would eventually turn to hail, and then rain again. Good thing we have a metal canopy over the deck to cover the barbecue. We boiled water for tea and coffee and cooked up steel-cut oats for bowls of oatmeal for us.

Irving used a mortar-and-pestle on the coffee beans, since the electric grinder wasn't on duty. We had just enough light on this darkly overcast, windy morning to read the newspapers as we lingered over breakfast. Finally, at noon, on came the lights we  had flicked so expectantly when they weren't available.
 

With electricity returned I set about my usual Friday kitchen activities, among them making a bread dough to refrigerate for use on Sunday, and baking lemon-curd squares. Then it was time to take ourselves off for a romp through the forest trails. In the interim the sun had come out for a brief period before again departing. Since rain was forecasted for the afternoon and it was cold and blustery (we could hear the wind blasting down the chimney through the fireplace) we needed to bundle up against the cold and the potential for a rain squall while we were out, and that included rainjackets for Jackie and Jillie.
 

The amount of detritus, branches and bits and pieces of pine, and defunct tree parts that had come down last night and this morning in fierce wind blasts surprised us; the trail was littered heavily in some areas. And we noticed that the mad forest-trail raker had been out again at some point, feverishly plying her rakehead to the forest trails, piling up desiccated foliage closer to the interior and we just shook our heads in wonderment at the peculiarity of peoples' ideas of appropriateness. A forest, after all, is a forest.
 

We had come across the woman yesterday afternoon as she  was assiduously raking the initial long hill we descend from street level into the forest. A brief conversation ensued to no one's satisfaction. It is an odd anomaly to see anyone invested with the belief that forests should be tidy, neat places and with that conviction go about the tasks to achieve something not even remotely resembling a neat and tidy forest since nature is jealous of her sovereignty, and most sane people respect her for that.

Jackie and Jillie met some of their canine friends, long familiar with Jillie's loud welcoming barks that penetrate through the forest to other networked trails. They know that wherever Jillie is there will be cookies. And just as Irving hands out cookies to an appreciative doggie audience that responds to Jillie's invitation, Jillie knows who, among her friends' people-companions also carry cookies and she rushes over to them knowing they they are wont to dole those treats out to her.