Reading List 2021

Tuesday, 7 September 2021

Feel Human Again

 Happy, happy, joy, joy. Today I got my hair cut - significantly. I honestly cannot remember the last time I had my hair cut. It's been months and months and months. I was recommended this hair dresser. She has her own shop - it's just her. I have a hard time finding hair dressers that I like (can tolerate) and I think I like this one. 

My hair is frizzy, coarse, and if let to dry on it's own, kind of wavy-ish. This is daughter and I at the end of June when we could go to her university and pick up her degree - the only thing that came remotely close to a graduation celebration, so we took lots of pictures. This was a humid, windy day. I had actually straightened my hair that morning (has a life of its own).



Here I am today, after my haircut and after the lovely hairdresser made it all nice and smooth with the blowdryer and a brush.



I am happy with the length - short enough to feel different (and it will be different the first time I go to wash it, for anyone who has had the experience of long hair, and then shorter- you know what I mean) and still long enough that I can pull it back so it doesn't drive me nuts in the heat, and when gardening and cleaning, etc.
By the way, is there anyone over the age of 50 who knows how to take a decent "selfie" with their phone? I literally went through 14 different images before I found one where I didn't look perturbed or somewhat stunned or like I'm detecting something a bit "off" in the air.

I am making tomato pie tonight and daughter is so happy. Son just went back down to his college and the place he rents there - he dislikes tomatoes, so I waited until now to make it. Tomatoes from my garden! Another reason to be happy.

Tuesday, 24 August 2021

Don't You Wish You Could Sleep Like This?

 Yes, it's hot these days. When it's hot, Murphy (and Scooter) tend to sleep. Murphy takes sleep to a whole other level. He sleeps hard. He sleeps like it's his job.





And, if the heat is just getting too unbearable, there's always this option:


That's Murphy inside a grocery cooler bag. 

Monday, 23 August 2021

Lately...

 I really haven't been posting much. There's not much of big importance (in my own experience, not world wide) that I feel a deep need to write about, but here's what's been on the forefront. 

Weather / Time of Year: I know lots of people whine and complain about this heat, but I love it. It feels like summer, which is perfect for someone who lives in winter for about six months of the year. August, as I've written about before, has a distinct "feel" to it. It's a crickety, crunchy, hot, winding down, kind of feel. This is, of course, the first year in thirty-one that I am not mentally gearing up to get ready for another school year. We in Ontario begin school right after labour day at the beginning of September. So, August has always meant a wrapping up of freedom and beginning of routine. Not this year, although I intend to continue to do some supply work because after a lot of soul searching I realized that I still want a foot in the game. I still like the job, still like being with the kids, still enjoy the camaraderie with my fellow teachers and ed. assistants. 

Gardens: In bloom now are my tall phlox, some types of hydrangeas, purple cone flowers (echinacea), some remaining although lacey-leaved looking hollyhocks, and of course, seas of black eyed Susan (rudbekia). It's a very yellow and purple world right now. We are enjoying much from the vegetable garden including potatoes, beets, beans, lettuce, cucumbers, zucchini, and very very soon... tomatoes!! It's also peach season, be still my heart, and I have been enjoying my favourite breakfast (or lunch), oatmeal with cinnamon, sliced fresh peaches, and vanilla yogurt. I've also made one peach pie so far. Perhaps I'll share the recipe. Our peaches come from the Niagara region of Ontario.

Pests: Husband's time and efforts were required this past week to deal with a wasp (I think yellow jackets, specifically) problem at our back porch doorway. We live in an old yellow double bricked house. There was a small hole between the bricks over top of the doorway to our back porch. Great numbers of these winged beasties were coming and going through this hole. I was a bit hesitant to use that door, and I'm not generally scared of bees or wasps. So, after much research and contemplating, husband "suited up" and got ready to deal with the problem. This was one of those near 30 degree days. He put on thick canvas work overalls, topped by a thick canvas cold weather coat. I wrapped a scarf around his neck to protect that area, and then a bug hat (covers entire head) went on over that. He had tall rubber boots and gaunlet-type leather gloves. Duct tape was used to seal in any openings around wrists, legs, and waist. 


This is a picture I took through the back door of him beginning proceedings. 


Another picture taken through the screened window. 



How it looked after the old metal ceiling (soffit) was ripped down. Husband has since replaced the whole thing with new vinyl soffit and installed two new lights, instead of the old one light. He's handy that way. The current nest was found in the insulation that was above the room adjacent to this porch and some old nests were pulled out as well. Copious amounts of wasp spray were used and a wasp catcher is still hanging on the back porch to take care of any lingerers. That day, when he was done dealing with the nest and came back into the mudroom to be "disassembled" and out of his gear, he was sweating profusely and announced happily later that he had lost two pounds! Maybe not the best weight loss method, however. He did not, by the way, get stung even once!


Birthday: This month, husband celebrated a birthday. He is very hard to buy for. We are at the age and stage where if we really want something, we just buy it. So, for his gathering of our immediate family and two close friends, I created "the world's best charcuterie board". Husband's drug of choice is cheese, and we have gone to some vineyards for wine and a charcuterie board in the past, much to his delight (not so much for the wine, but for the cheese and meats). It was pretty impressive and far too big for just the amount of people at the time, so there were many tantalizing leftovers.


Cheeses that were featured were: Stilton blue (husband's absolute favourite), Brie, Smoked Cheddar, Swiss, Two-year old Cheddar (Balderson), and Jalepeno Monterey Jack. 

Hair: We all know about Covid hair. Nobody could make a hair appointment and we all looked hideous. Now that we can make appointments, I had called up a good hair dresser and I am waiting patiently for my September 7th appointment. Yes, she was booked up about a month and a half ahead of time. I've been dying my own hair for quite some time now because it is just a heck of a lot cheaper. Not saying I do a better job, because frankly, I don't. I'd much prefer getting someone to apply highlights and lowlights in just the right places and make me look good, but less than $20.00 is better than over a $100.00 every few weeks. If you want a glamour shot of the "roots" part of the process, here I am in all my glory, sitting at the computer playing Solitaire, waiting for the 20 minutes to be done.


Just spoils the magic, doesn't it?


Cat: Murphy the kitten is growing. He is still a pain in that everything continues to be a toy: rake, vacuum cleaner cord, feet, broom, little felt pads on the bottoms of chair legs, pillows... He is however, adorable when he is sleepy. Here he is today, helping me with this blog post.


He still torments Scooter to no end, but Scooter is now fighting back, which is good because he's always been a lover, not a fighter, but Murphy needs to understand pecking order.


And that, my friends, is it for now. Enjoy your day!

Monday, 16 August 2021

Mundane Monday - Corn on the Cob - August 16, 2021

 We had our first corn on the cob the other day. It was delicious! I bought it from a local stand, just down the road. They were selling 15 for $5.00, but I didn't want 15, so I bought 7 for $2.50. It was paid for using the honour system, an affixed box with a slot in it. 

Corn on the cob is a definite childhood memory. My mother used to fill freezer bags of the stuff, cut off with a sharp knife after the cobs had been boiled in a big pot on the stove. As a child, I used to watch this happen, and would eat the sections of corn that stayed together in a rectangular piece, thinking they tasted better that way. 

I always knew that there were two types of corn. The corn that my uncle grew in his fields to feed his dairy herd, and sweet corn, that was grown under the hydro tower farther into the field in the hopes that the raccoons wouldn't find it. I was shocked to find out that "city" people didn't know the difference and once knew of someone who questioned why corn (as in, the ears of corn you would buy at the side of the road or at the grocery store at this time of year)  was so expensive when there was so much of it growing in the fields. 

We discovered, during supper, that we all ate our corn in different ways. We then joked that it could be one of those ridiculous "news" articles: "How you eat your corn could determine your success in life", or some such headline. 

Here were our methods:


#1. Start at one end and eat a width of several kernels, all the way around the cob, then move down and repeat, eating another width all the way around the cob...  Note, the use of two corn holders.



#2. Start at one end and eat a row of kernels all the way down the length of the cob. Then start back at the end and move onto another row of kernels, eating lengthwise down the cob (Note, it isn't just one kernel wide, but could be two or three). As well, only one corn holder at the large end.



#3. Similar to the second method, eating down the length of the cob, but far less precise, with random kernels left here and there and some also on the chin / face of the consumer. No corn holders used. Chickens enjoy this type of eater the best, as they benefit from the leftover bits. 



#4. The cutting off method is the fourth method. This type of consumer uses a good sharp knife and slices the kernels off, then eats the pile of corn from his or her plate. No corn holders required. 


As well, I know there are all sorts of methods for cooking corn on the cob. Mine is the old fashioned, standard one: husk corn and put husk and as much "silk" as you can get off in the compost pile. Have large pot of boiling water ready (no sugar added to the water), boil vigorously for about five minutes or so, take out of pot using tongs and eat immediately with butter or margarine and salt.


Please chime in. Do you use one of the eating methods above? Do you enjoy corn on the cob? Did you not know there are different varieties of corn, used for different purposes? Do you cook your corn a different way? Do you offer up toothpicks after the meal so everyone can get rid of all the corn stuck between their teeth? Ha ha.  

Monday, 2 August 2021

Monday, August 2, 2021 - Not quite so mundane, but join in on a "Cutting Topic"

 O.K., here's the back story. I alluded to good news about my daughter a while back and now it's a done deal and has been shared, so she and her long-time boyfriend have bought a house together and are excited about embarking on a new life together (and getting the heck out of their parents' houses - Covid brought us all closer together, but enough is enough). 

Daughter was going through a closet in the mudroom looking for things to pack up or get rid of, like coats, old running shoes, etc. Whilst embarking on this quest, she noticed piles of birdseed and other evidence of rodent activity. So... she proceeded in pulling everything out into the hallway and dealing with this. I really wasn't intending to take on a big clean out, but it needed doing, so I helped her that evening (yes, the mouse was found, alive and well and yes the nest inside the skate was emptied out and yes things were thrown away) and then the next day, as she had to work, I continued and gave everything a thorough disinfecting. We have four big closets in our mudroom that are used to store seasonal coats/ boots / luggage / food items (in the pantry closet) and big awkward kitchen things like bread makers and canning pots, and cleaning items and supplies as well as hundreds of other things. 

I dealt with that closet and checked in the closet right beside it. I didn't find any evidence of mice there, but it was a good excuse to go through things and purge some items which felt great! Life went on and then a day ago when I was getting something from the pantry closet I noticed an "eu de mouse". Oh dear. So another few hours were spent pulling things out, cleaning, purging, wondering why I keep buying tomato paste when I already have five cans, and then making a pile of "does daughter want this, or is it being donated" items (e.g. fondue pot, crockpot - I don't need three of them anymore- old blender). I did not find a mouse but I sense maybe someone has crawled behind a wall to die. Joy. 

Daughter and boyfriend are here today and I showed them the items up for grabs. They said yes to the set of mixing bowls, the fondue pot (still in the box, never been used), and... the mandoline set. For those who do not know what a mandoline is, apart from being a stringed instrument, it is also a slicing device where you can slide a vegetable, for example, over it and get lovely even slices. Daughter's boyfriend told me he had once done some damage to one of his fingers on a mandoline. Ick, I thought, as I have kind of a blade issue - makes me go a bit weak in the knees. (Could barely watch "Edward Scissorhands").

Like the considerate mother that I am, I washed the bowls, and a mug, and the mandoline set in hot soapy water with some bleach thrown in, because there was a likelihood that the vermin had walked over these items. I knew to be careful when washing the mandoline. Then I thought, rather than letting things dry in the sink, I'll just dry them and pack them up and it's one more thing done, easy for them to take when the time comes. And yes people, yes, you knew this was coming, I managed to slice my finger while I was drying it. Honestly!!! Ewwwww - that feeling when you know you've done something nasty and you're waiting for the pain to hit. I shoved my finger in my mouth and raced to the bathroom while swearing (kind of muffled due to finger in mouth), grabbed  the new box of "good" bandaids, tossed it to daughter and said, "Open this and get me a big one!" I put two on for good measure. Don't even want to look at it yet. At least it's my non-dominant hand, but I have to tell you, it has taken twice as long to type this post. I actually do type in the "proper" way - took typing in high school on big old manual type writers- and place my fingers in the right spots. Not today however. That left index finger is taking  typing vacation.

My family jokes that I could cut myself on anything. Here is a short, honest list of things I have managed to cut myself on: paper, cardboard, the edge of an ice cream container, my own fingernail, the edge of a peanut butter jar, a bowling ball. I have likely forgotten many other examples, but I should explain the bowling ball. It was one of the bigger ones that have finger holes in them. I managed to cut my thumb on the sharp edge of the hole. Strangely enough, I very, very rarely cut myself using a knife.

So join in. Do you have a mandoline? Does it scare the living crap out of you? What's the strangest thing you've cut yourself on? Do you realize how squeamish and icky your possible comments might make me feel? 


Monday, 19 July 2021

Mundane Monday - Eat Your Veggies - July 19, 2021

 I picked my first bunch of green beans yesterday and we've been eating salads made from my lettuce for a while now. Husband is most excited for tomatoes (which are a long way off, they've only just set blossoms) and potatoes from the garden. Daughter's boyfriend absolutely loves beets and is eyeing the ones that are getting bigger. He also like zucchinis. Son likes mostly everything, especially peas. Daughter is very easy going when it comes to most vegetables as well.


However... husband HATES brussel sprouts - calls them alien brains. Daughter hates raw onion (but will eat them fried). Son hates tomatoes but occasionally will challenge himself to eat one cherry tomato. Daughter's boyfriend can barely be around the smell of cucumbers, let alone eat one. Me? I like pretty much any vegetable, but I guess some greens, like endive or arugula can be bitter, and I would chose a different lettuce for a salad.


So here is today's Mundane Monday topic: what vegetable(s) do you despise? Share your childhood horror stores, share your reasons, or just make a list- short or long. 

Wednesday, 14 July 2021

What's in Bloom July 14, 2021

 Hello anyone who is reading this. The weather has been lovely with lots of rain and heat, perfect growing conditions (grows great mosquitos as well). I went around the property this morning, cell phone in hand. If you are someone who has read my blog for a while, you've likely seen these same plants last year at this time, but since I'm not super busy with my silly broken toe, I don't have much else to report on. So... here's what's in bloom:


Pots on the porch. The canna lilies have just bloomed!



Looking down on a bed that contains hostas and a pretty pink hydrangea, as well as the top of Aristotle's head.



Luscious dark daylilies!



This is Incrediball hydrangea, pretty much taking over the world.



This was one of the only still-standing delphiniums. Later this evening, I lassoed a bunch of delphiniums that got knocked over (but the stems weren't cracked) and tied them to a porch spindle and to the rail fence. The rain has been wonderful, but it's no friend to tall flowers like this.







Daylilies, daylilies, daylilies. So dependable, such a nice pop of colour.





Hollyhocks are here and there on the property. I seem to have a lot of pale yellow / peach, however I seem to have not taken any pictures of those! 


Potentilla (also known as cinquefoils) makes a lovely shrub right now.


I cut these spirea shrubs back quite a lot this spring. They are called Shirobana and they combine white and pink on their blossoms.


Limelight hydrangea is in its beautiful bright white stage.


I seem to have less and less purple coneflower (echinacea) in my flower beds, not sure why.


My crocosmia is just starting to bloom. The hummingbirds love it.


This is a medium height cranesbill (have no idea the specific kind) which blooms later than the lower growing kind. It gets a bit straggly, but it's a good filler.


My poor old Hansa rose is looking a bit dumpy, but it's still producing blooms.


I'm pretty sure this is spirea Anthony Waterer. It got a good cutting back this spring as well and is blooming very well now.


Finally, sometimes it's not about the blooms, but about the foliage instead. This is my block of lettuce in the vegetable garden. I planted alternating little mini rows of different kinds (colours) of leaf lettuce and it makes me smile to see it, plus it's so pretty in a salad. (Excuse my giant shadow in the picture!)

I'm enjoying reading my Elly Griffiths books (see my "pages" at the top for my reading list). The kitten is growing and is 80% adorable and 20% arse, but that's the way with kittens. I'm waging a constant war with cucumber beetles (also attacking my zucchini). Summer is at its height of loveliness, all hot and buzzy. 


Monday, 5 July 2021

Baby Toes and a Stick in the Eye

 It's been a whirlwind of activity lately at the old homestead. Son has been home for reading week from college and he was able to enjoy some time with friends, pool parties, and such. Our daughter and her long time boyfriend have embarked on a big life moment, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post about it, but suffice it to say everyone is happy. On Canada Day (and yes, I'm still proud to be Canadian) I was throwing together a hamburger supper and husband thought he'd add some more fuel to the burn barrel (which is no longer a barrel, but a cut-in-half old oil tank which holds a lot more than a barrel). He gathered up an armload of my cuttings (a shrubbery!) and as he was pushing the branches in, one supple branch snapped back, or sproinged, as he described it, right in his eye. 

At the same time, daughter and long time boyfriend, who were suffering some flu-like symptoms from their second covid shots the day before were in the midst of their big life dealings, a guy was coming to do a porch purchase of some classic car stuff (carpet? door things? who knows) from husband, and I was pretty sure we should head over to Emerg. at our tiny local hospital (which incidentally is only open until 8:00 p.m., so don't hurt yourself after 8:00). Husband still managed to wolf down a hamburger and then off we went to Emerg. Of course, I couldn't come in, so I sat in the car (but on the side street because I refuse to pay to park at a hospital - it's one of my pet peeves - nobody should have to pay when they go to the hospital as it's bad enough to be at the hospital because you're likely not doing so well, or someone you love isn't doing so well, so why should you pay when the money doesn't even go to the hospital? There, I'll get down from my soapbox.) He got seen fairly quickly and that doctor didn't like when she was seeing (something about a pressure difference between his good eye and his bad eye), so she referred him to a bigger hospital that had an opthemologist (sp?) on call, so off we went 45 minutes away, and of course I couldn't come in to that hospital either, so I parked down the street and husband was seen by the doctor there who prescribed antibiotic drops and gave him a "band-aid contact lense" so it would heal smoothly. He had another appointment a couple of days ago, and goes back one more time in two more days. Things are healing well, and I'm glad they took it seriously. You shouldn't mess with eyeballs.

So... then on Sunday, I ran into town because I needed gas and I also went to the L.C.B.O (liquor store - here in Ontario, alcohol is sold at the L.C.B.O., or The Beer Store, or in some bigger grocery stores, there is a section where you can buy wine. You can't buy alcohol at the corner variety store. As I was pulling up to the counter, I managed to slam my baby toe (I was in sandals) into the wheel of the shopping cart (I think, it was something at the bottom) and it hurt like blazes and I had to stop to suck air through my teeth, do some having-a-baby breathing, and not swear. I made my purchases (the girl at the counter didn't say anything like, "Oh, are you o.k.?" or "Do you need a bandaid?" or even "Serves you right for buying more alcohol than you could carry in your hand!") Just walking out to the car was agonizing. I figured I had hacked off part of my toe and didn't even want to look, but I did look, and there was no blood, but holy cow did it hurt. It hurt so much that I decided I had to go home and not continue my bit of shopping. Even pushing on the accelerator hurt (yes, it's my right foot). 

I kept thinking, I do NOT want to go to Emerg. Nothing will happen on a Sunday. If they want to X-ray it, they'll just tell me to come back on Monday when the technician is working. And do I even need to be seen anyway?? I've had broken toes before, but never the baby toe. I never saw a doctor for the other two, just hobbled around, buddy taped them to their neighbour toe and watched them turn purple with bruising. I got in the house and told husband I thought I had broken my baby toe and he did the whole, "What?!?! HOW???" thing and I was so disappointed and so P.O.'d because I knew I'd messed up a chunk of my summer. Walking is a pretty standard thing, we have a big property, I have a lot of gardens, I have chickens to tend to, I have 16 steps to go upstairs... and I know how long it takes until broken toes start to not feel broken anymore. I just wished I could go back in time and not slam my foot into that cart. Alas, I could not. I iced it and took pain killers and sulked.

So... this is the next day after the great toe incident, and yes, I'm hobbling. The positives are that I'm no longer working, so it's not like I have to be teaching with a broken toe. Also, it's summer, not winter, so I don't have to worry about trying to cram my foot into a shoe or boot. Tomorrow I go to get my second Covid shot. I'll be hobbling in there regardless. At least I know people will be distancing, so I don't have to worry about someone accidentally stepping on me - ha ha! 

I have two books at home to read, so I can put my feet up (foot up) and read and watch my weeds grow and little bit by little bit it will start to feel better. Between husband with his one eye (Arrrghhh matey) and me with one sandal on, one off, hobbling around, we're quite the pair. Son drove back to his college town tonight. It's been lovely and hot with a brief interlude of thunder and about four minutes of rain. That's my life lately. What are you up to?

Wednesday, 30 June 2021

Blogger - What ARE you doing?

So I just tried to do something simple, something I've done countless times, which is to replace the header photo on my blog. I've tried five times now and it is not complying with my wishes. So, I will just leave it for now and hopefully whatever glitch is happening will remedy itself in the next few days and I will try again.


Also, I spent a ridiculous amount of time a couple of days ago going through my list of subscribers to get ready for the loss of Feed burner. At first, it said I had over a thousand subscribers, but of course, most of them were spam porno junk emails which I deleted and deleted and deleted. I then went over to Mailchimp and got a free deal from them and watched a mailchimp video to help me figure out what I'm doing. I got most of it figured out until it came time to try to incorporate it onto Blogger. The info on the video is for Wordpress. So, if you are someone who actually subscribed to my blog and got email notices from me, I apologize if this never happens again. Mind you, you won't be getting notifications, so you won't be reading this, so you won't know anyway. 

Sometimes I wonder why I bother, as I am not some big blogger phenom influencer, but just some woman from Ontario who blathers on about her garden and doesn't really even reveal a whole lot about my personal life. However, I really do enjoy other people's blogs and would miss them if I didn't read them. In fact it's a regular part of my morning routine. So perhaps I'm a regular part of someone else's routine too. I just wish I didn't have to fuss with things when they change with Blogger. Writing and publishing a post should be enjoyable, not a task. 

Has anyone else had trouble with images and header photos? Has anyone tried doing the Mailchimp thing themselves and been successful?  

Monday, 21 June 2021

Mundane Monday! All about Phones - June 21, 2021

 Happy belated Father's Day to any dads who actually read my blog! Today's "Mundane Monday" topic is inspired by Spo who was without his cell phone for a couple of days and the effect that had on him.

I have a cell phone but I don't think I'm particularly dependent on it, although I am more now that I do supply teaching, as this is the method by which I am reached. My husband agreed to a cell phone, but rarely uses it and usually leaves the house without it! We still have a "land line" at the house and most people who have known us for a long time reach us that way if they need to.

I prefer texting to phone calls. I don't love talking on the phone. This might be down to being a little bit of an introvert. I might also be because of growing up in the country with a party line. We shared a phone line with three (?) other families. You knew if it was your phone number that somebody had called by the ring. Our ring was one long and two shorts. Kind of morse codish in a way. Sometimes Mrs. Baer down the road would pick up the phone and listen in on our conversations. My father put a very tight rein on how long we were allowed to speak on the phone. What if someone else wanted to use it?!?! 

We still get phone solicitations and scam phone calls. Microsoft has been known to call us, we've almost been incarcerated due to not paying our income taxes quickly enough, and there is usually a $350 charge on our credit card that requires our attention. (These, of course, are all fake). 

A phone memory of mine was the phone over at the farm. It was attached to the wall. This is where my grandmother and uncle lived. They actually wrote people's names and phone numbers on the wall around the phone! I guess that was a convenient and quick reference for future phone calls. 


So, chime in. Do you still have a land line? Are you a cell phone person, always checking your phone, playing games, listening to pod casts, texting and receiving texts, or do you shun the "new fangled" technology altogether? Did you have a party line (sounds a lot more fun than it actually was) when you were growing up? Do you enjoy talking on the phone, or would you rather not?

Wednesday, 9 June 2021

Breath Deeply and Enjoy

 I believe it is nearly impossible to have an unattractive garden in June. One of my favourite perennials is the peony. Imagine the exquisite scent and the silky petals.


This peony, a gift from my daughter after a tragedy at my school three years ago, is now starting to come into its own. It's so delicate.


Similar light pink peonies that I've had forever. I believe they may have come from my mother's garden.


This peony starts with light pink buds, but then opens up as creamy white blossoms.


I may have also started these with plants from my mother's garden. 


I don't have many roses at all, but this is my first, a Hansa. It also has a beautiful scent.


This variegated weigela is not much for scent, but it's so very pretty. It has responded well to a severe cutting back last fall.


I must have this low pink cranesbill in every bed on my property. It makes great ground cover under our big old spruce tree.



A deep fuschia weigela is also blooming now. I am not sure if this is Red Prince or not. Again, not heavily scented, but gorgeous.


Some people manage to have swaths of Oriental poppies and I can barely keep a small bunch alive. These were blowing in the breeze as I was trying to take a picture.


I am a very bad clematis owner, planting them in places where they must compete with grasses and wild grapevine, but thankfully this one prevailed. I love seeing great masses of these blossoms on proper trellises. 


My lilac tree is fading fast, but there are just enough blossoms left to keep enticing the bumblebees. I apologize for the very blurry image. They really don't stop moving.

It was very hot today. I don't mind at all. I am supply teaching (online) tomorrow, so I wanted to get lots of tasks done today when I could. The chicken coop is as cleaned out as it's going to be and I've vacuumed and dusted parts of the house that have been neglected for a while. It was lovely going around and taking pictures of these flowers after supper, even though it was still 29 degrees at the time. 

What is your favourite scent of flowers? I would have to declare a tie between peonies and lilacs.