Tuesday, May 31, 2022
Monday, May 30, 2022
Today brought us a heavily humid, sunny day. It's also house-cleaning day. So we had the option of waiting as usual until the house-cleaning was done and then venturing out with Jackie and Jillie to the ravine in the afternoon heat, or to immediately on waking launch us all into the ravine for a long and leisurely trot through the forest trails. A morning hike won out, as it likely will tomorrow, too.
So off we went, the sun already hot, the temperature on its way to 30C, and the humidity dripping all around us. A cursory look at the garden before leaving, to do a quick assessment of its watering needs, reaching the conclusion it can wait until tomorrow. Only the urn on the front porch will need a drink before then, since the portico protects it from rain, unless a rainfall is on a slant toward the front of the house.
The petunias and wax begonias planted yesterday among and around the earlier-planted hostas will have to put on a lot more weight before they make the statement that they own the new garden bed. With this kind of weather, hot, sunny and humid they'll make a prodigious effort.
In the forest some of the trails have dried nicely and others remain mired in mud, the forest floor still unable soak up the last several rains-worth of moisture in an already sodden landscape. But these are conditions that the forest thrives under. The understory of dogwood and honeysuckle are so appreciative they're both heavily into their spring flowering stage.
We also came across the delightful sight of pink spring-blooming phlox, several stands of them, erect and proud to offer the sight of their bright little heads to any passersby. Halfway through our circuit we stopped to reconnoiter the area, certain we were right where a pair of owls had nested, before the storm. Irving saw the owl before I did, guided by its soft hooo, and he pointed out to me where the bird sat, not far from the nest its mate was on, with their nestlings.
The forest was alight with green iridescence, glowing like a magic landscape, the rays of the sun turning foliage into a bright transparency, enveloping us in a bright cathedral of green. There are few other places we'd prefer to be for serene relaxation while at the same time freely exercising our limbs, than this forest. One of those few other places will welcome us mid-week when we drive a days-worth distance to arrive at a favourite forest in the Waterville Valley.
Tomorrow Jackie and Jillie have their appointment at the groomers' and tomorrow is packing day to ensure we have another day where we can make certain we've packed along everything we need for the week away. In our good old tradition of taking too much with us; the redundancy is ridiculous.
Sunday, May 29, 2022
We don't miss lunch at all. It's a meal-ritual for most people and they wouldn't think of foregoing a mid-day meal. We, on the other hand, never feel hunger pangs for lunch. The gap between breakfast and our evening meal may seem strange to many, but we don't even think about it. Jackie and Jillie eat more frequently than we do, since they have an afternoon snack of fresh vegetables as a salad, and another one following their evening meal.
We tend to eat generous breakfasts and they hold us over from morning to early evening. Always a banana and either an orange to accompany it or a quarter of a melon; we alternate. Following that either oatmeal or a dry cereal, or eggs soft-boiled. Even Jackie and Jillie get a breakfast egg; half each shared between them. That follows their own breakfast. Breakfasts do tend to be a little formulaic; on Sundays we have either pancakes or French toast.
And that happens to be our two little dogs' favourite treats as well. Whatever we happen to be eating, they get their own tiny portion, and then they're ready for a good long snooze. Instead of snoozing post-prandial, we've always got things to do. For Irving it was mowing our overgrown lawns, front and back. For me, it was the twice-weekly bathroom clean-ups and towel changes, linens laundry and deep-cleaning the kitchen.
Soon as we finished, though, it was time to get ourselves out to the ravine for an afternoon hike on a beautifully sunny and warm day where the temperature went up to 26C, with little wind. The trails remain mired in muck from all the rain, and it will likely be a month or more before any clean-up of the forest takes place, so in the interim trees and parts of trees remain strewn across many trails. Which doesn't make them impassable, just a minor irritant necessitating bending low under a fallen trunk or, if possible, sidestepping it, or clambering over.
On our return home my plan as to complete the planting of the new garden bed opened up with the removal of a sprawling yew tree and equally out-of-control holly, both of which had mysteriously expired this spring. Irving had bought a few flats of varied-foliage wax begonias and petunias and they were meant to go around the half-dozen hostas I'd planted the day before. When they grow in the result will be an architecturally pleasant little garden.
For both of us our most favourite of all standby plants in the garden, one a perennial the other annual, are hostas and begonias; a multitude of varied types to choose from. Variations in size, colour, texture, but all of them reliable additions to any garden.
Saturday, May 28, 2022
Friday, May 27, 2022
Thursday, May 26, 2022
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
This week we put off our usual Tuesday shopping for Wednesday instead of Tuesday, figuring that with the long weekend and fairly widespread loss of hydro in Saturday's storm that brought down hydro towers and poles, we'd do well to skip a day. We knew that many businesses were affected by the power outage but we were beyond surprised to hear that it was only yesterday that the supermarket we frequent was returned to power.
All of the freezer lockers were empty. Power had been off long enough to produce a situation where it was not safe to eat frozen food whose optimum freezing temperature had dropped over the past few days. So that was a massive loss of food. And then we came along to the dairy refrigerated counters and all dairy products were missing from the shelves. There was milk available, but no coffee cream, no yogurt, no cream cheese, very little cheese blocks or eggs
On the good news side there was plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables just brought in. The meat counter looked as though a giant hand had scooped up most of the offerings. Canned food was undisturbed. Fortunately for us it was fresh perishable food we were after, so we weren't much affected by this severely limited stock. Along one aisle of frozen food cases the products hadn't yet been cleared off their shelves. There were shopping carts lined up alongside the aisle which was closed off to the public, bursting with once-frozen food destined for destruction.
If that isn't a sobering sight and a more sobering reality of the effect of the violent storm on the city's electrical grid, it's hard to say what is, aside from the devastation in the forest. Although the municipality has asked people to stay off the roads to give emergency and clean-up crews clear passage to do their jobs, clearing roadways of the debris of fallen trees, no one seemed to have paid much attention. The traffic we encountered on our way to do the food shopping was dense.
It's not hard to imagine how low-income people are feeling at this point. Food prices are skyrocketing, and any food they might have had in refrigerators and freezer if they're among the tens of thousands without power, would be ready for the garbage. Little wonder people were desperate to find ice to enable them to keep food frozen. Our power was restored a day after the storm. Our daughter's yesterday afternoon. But there are households and businesses on the fifth day following the storm being told, sorry, you'll have to wait another two to three days. Beyond dismal.
Later in the afternoon when we moseyed over to the ravine with Jackie and Jillie we discovered ourselves to be the only ones coursing through the trails. It was still and tranquil in the ravine, and now we've grown accustomed to the painful sight of the wreckage of tall old trees. We came across one really huge old poplar that had produced an enormous amount of seeds; it was all you could see, entirely covering the downed tree's leaf mass. A testament to the poplars' survival instinct to cling to life. We've seen poplars that fell in the fall, completely severed from the base of the trunk, but when spring arrived, there was the fallen poplar, putting out new foliage.
On the forest floor we're on the hunt for the presence of Jack-in-the-Pulpits but this year is shaping up to be a tough one for the Jacks. We've only seen a few small specimens, which left us wondering why. On the other hand, there were also fewer trilliums than usual in May. So something is off with the vegetation. We soon picked up the presence of Engleman's ivy returned again to life. Where the clumps tend to emerge there's no nearby trees for them to clamber upward on, a strange set of circumstances for a creeping vine.
A little more work in the garden, planting portulaca in a bright, sunny spot, and more begonias; just cannot get enough of the begonias with their bight and beautiful, everblooming flowers. We're discussing between us, Irving and me, what to do about the suddenly-released garden space with the absence of the yew and the holly that he took down yesterday. We're agreed; a host of hostas. I have the option of separating some of our existing hostas or to go out and look about at a place nearby that specializes in cultivating endless types of hostas...