Tuesday, August 31, 2021
Monday, August 30, 2021
His new motto is 'never without cookies'. He cannot now bear to disappoint all the dogs that have become familiar with his presence in the ravine. They spot him, dash toward him, then docilely sit beside where he stands, on the side closest to where his bag dangles with its cache of cookies. Dogs that were once shy or standoffish all acknowledge his presence.
Jackie and Jillie now associate the presence of other dogs with their opportunity to score more cookies. As it is, the little rascals remember previous spots where we've stopped along the trails briefly to hand out cookies and look expectantly at Irving as though plaintively whining: 'well, you doled them out right here before, what's wrong with right now?'
But they know of a certainty that if other dogs are being indulged with cookies, they will be, too. This morning there were quite a few encounters. Likely people wanting to make up the gap of the last few days when it was iffy finding a brief opening between heavy downpours to get out with their pets, so quite a few were out and about this morning.
Destined to be a mostly sunny day after all that rain, and not particularly hot, but humid again and breezy. The wind kept dislodging excess water off the forest canopy onto the trails below since it hadn't been all that long before that the last of the rain had come down. The cracks in the forest floor that had begun to open and widen reflecting a paucity of moisture in the mostly clay soil are now closing back up again as the clay absorbs the rain and swells with it.
It was too sodden to make our way through the thicket of grasses and wildflowers on the narrowing path that accesses it; not for us particularly, but it would have drenched Jackie and Jillie so we bypassed the meadow this morning. Which meant that I gave extra attention to the area above the ravine colonized by Himalayan orchids; their perky bright pink orchid flowerheads emphasized by their drenched state, the flowers and foliage slicked with the shellacking effect of the rain.
Halfway through our hike on the trails we came across something we'd never before seen. From a bit of a distance we assumed it was a cocoon, but approaching closer it became evident that this cocoon had many legs and was in fact a pure white, fair-sized caterpillar, the first of its kind we'd ever seen. Called a white hickory tussock moth caterpillar, it has a reputation of causing an itchy rash through the liquid it exudes as a self-protective mechanism, through protruding dark hairs.
That's the thing about tramping about in nature; you never know what you're going to come across. We came across in fact, a woman we've seen on previous occasions with her two little poodles. While Irving picks wild apples to share out with Jackie and Jillie, this woman picks them to toss for her little dogs to chase after. Their food function is superseded by their playtime-ball function for those little fellows.
Charming, but for the fact that the woman turned back on the trail to retrace where she had begun tossing the apple/ball, explaining to us that her bracelet had flown off her wrist with one of her tosses. A gift from her late husband, it wasn't something she meant to carelessly lose in the forest. Its colour, she wryly informed Irving, was much the same as the detritus on the forest floor; woody-brown.
She passed us in the opposite direction retracing her steps, her two little dogs faithfully following, and we peered about as we continued our own traipse through the trail, until Irving suddenly bent down and retrieved the lost bracelet, simultaneously shouting out to the woman behind us that it had been found.
Sunday, August 29, 2021
We received a treasure trove of photographs today from our younger son. Photos he took on a four-day alpine backpacking trip to one of his favourite haunts in British Columbia. He has backpacking down to a fine art. I remember how he culled everything we packed for many of our canoe-camping trips to Algonquin Park in the past, and went on to do the same when we did the Bowron Lakes canoe circuit with him years ago, as well as one one alpine backpacking trip with him close to the Stein Valley when we were then his age now. It was beyond arduous, taking up fully all the energy we could muster.
And we'd had ample experience climbing the Presidential mountain range over the years in New Hampshire with him when he and his brother and sister were in their early and mid-teens. The landscape is forbidding in terms of its sheer volume; atop a mountain you look in every direction and see -- an endless march of mountaintops. Just like when you're in a plane flying over the Rockies and it appears as though there is no end to the mountains steepling the landscape.
Our own form of recreational hiking is far reduced, however. We would never attempt the relatively tame ascents we once assumed for a day's leisure pleasure. Although it's an enterprise that requires endurance and physical dexterity and strength, it does qualify as 'leisure', since it's what you choose to do in the time you can spare from the more mundane of life's requirements. And it may rate as among the most important things you ever do, events indulged in that forever occupy a place in your memory.
Today we were certain we wouldn't have an opportunity to get out into our closest natural landscape. Rain began last evening, went on into the night hours and we awoke to rain, had breakfast through the rain, and did manifold household chores into the afternoon as rain continued. We think most often of what it means to the health benefits and welfare of Jackie and Jillie to get out with them on the forest trails daily. We were almost resigned to no hike today.
And then, the rain stopped. Although the sky failed to offer any suggestion that there would be no more rain; in fact the opposite, we thought we'd better make a break for it. A cool day, at only 20C, but it certainly didn't feel cool. The humidity level must have been in the 38-40 range at the very least, thick enough to cut, as the saying goes. We tucked our puppies raincoats into our own rainjacket pockets and set off with them.
As we accessed the trail descending into the woods the interior looked about as dark as it could be, outside night hours and heavy drops kept falling from the canopy so that it sounded as though the rain had started up again. All the vegetation shone with the luster of a peculiar light illuminating a lacquered green surface.
Jackie and Jillie soon discovered they weren't the only ones out on the trails despite the weather. One of our hiking friends told us she had already been out two times previous to this time; she and her husband are truly dedicated trompers of the woodland trails. Their three border collies they say, require the opportunity to stream through the forest as often as possible. Needless to say they move at a much swifter pace than we do.
Despite the sodden state of the forest wasps and bees and beetles are in business everywhere. The transcendent sight of tiny crystal balls hanging from the Himalayan orchids is worth the traipse out to the ravine on its own; just breathtakingly beautiful. We bypass the meadow this time because it's just quite simply too wet to tackle the narrow pathway leading to it crowded with grasses and large, heavy flower stalks of ragweed, pilotweed and evening primrose. Jackie and Jillie would get completely drenched. We'll leave it for another day -- like tomorrow.
Saturday, August 28, 2021
Friday, August 27, 2021
Hard to believe that the heat wave has worn itself out, here. Yesterday's sludgy air quality at 32C with high humidity was a corker, following hard on day after day of much of the same. Each of which was given a 40% chance of rain or thunderstorms, during which time none appeared, to freshen the atmosphere and bring in a cooling trend. But it happened overnight. When we went up to bed it was still 24C, last night. By the time we woke up this morning it was 19C, with the high for the day at 24C.
Our near neighbours, Mohindar and Rajinder finally had their replacement air conditioner delivered yesterday. They've been without any house-cooling for several weeks. So that's an extra relief for them, with their three grandchildren visiting for the week. We've been coming across them on our early morning strolls through the forest trails walking along with their grandmother.
Friday mornings are always busy, and though we had enjoyed going out for early morning tramps through the woods, we decided, given the more reasonable temperatures now prevailing that we could leave our hike through the forest for afternoon today and Jackie and Jillie agreed. Irving had painted the second coat on the mouldings around the passive window in the kitchen, and had earlier when painting the first coat over the sealer applied long ago, removed the stained glass window. This morning he put the stained glass window back in place.
We far prefer looking at notional ethereal glass flowers than we do staring out a window directly opposite a house wall next door. These are views that Irving never found agreeable and his solution was to design and make stained glass to put over the windows in the house. This is why we have colourful views of flowers brightly blooming even in winter.
I decided to bake a fruit pie, and diced a large peach and a nectarine into a pint of blueberries, mixing them with sugar, cornstarch a little water to simmer into a pie filling which when thickened and glossy added almond flavouring and butter to, then made the pie dough and rolled out the crusts to bake in my little countertop convection oven. I also decided to made a sweet-bread dough with milk, butter, egg and yeast, sprinkling in sesame seeds as I was kneading it. I'll decide later in the week what and how to bake it as; it keeps nicely covered and refrigerated; just a baking short-cut.
When we did eventually hie ourselves out to the ravine, the sky was blue with occasional wispy-white clouds. It was breezy and warm with a cool tinge, quite unlike the day before. Cool enough to wear light, long-sleeve tops. Cooler still once we were in the forest. Where we saw not many people out on the trails, but did come across several of our familiar old hiking friends and their dogs. A few had taken breaks at the family cottage, others had gone camping at Algonquin Park, our old camping grounds.
The serenity of the woods is incredibly benevolent, soothing to minds that have absorbed too much international news of a truly indigestible nightmarish catastrophe befalling people. We don't want to miss anything as we make our way through the forest; little things that attract our attention and bring a sense of wonder to our minds to displace the misery we've read of.
Our memories fail to serve us with recall of any other year when the forest pines, spruce, hemlock and fir have bestowed so many cones on the forest. Even our oaks of which there are ample numbers, are dropping acorns which the squirrels mostly make quick work of. But it's mostly the presence of pine cones stippling the forest floor in numbers we cannot recall ever before seeing. And the realization that there will be no shortage of foraging material for the forest animals this coming winter.
Although there are always new blooms, they're less plentiful now that the compass plants are hoisting seedheads instead of flower heads. Still, the Himalayan orchids that grow so lavishly among the compass plants, their colours-- bright yellow and luminous pink -- providing a companionable canvas, have turned to white versus pink for the Himalayan orchids continue to put out fresh, perky blooms to grace the forest meadows.