Weekend Happenings

Just a few minutes drive from home are rural homes, acreages, hobby farms, dairies, fields of hay and horses. Woodwynn Farms is situated here; 193 acres purchased with the goal of becoming an integrated community, designed to help those who are battling with addictions, homeless, and in need of support. It's modeled on the San Patrignano community in Italy. In such an idyllic setting, away from the downtown lifestyle, hurting people will be supported to heal and move beyond the addictions that bind them. Unfortunately, the organizers are meeting with opposition from the neighbours - a "not-in-my-back-yard" kind of opposition. 

This past Saturday Tim and I spent a couple of hours there. Tim moved furniture and tossed hay bales, I washed windows in the barn - which is being re-purposed as a farmer's market. We were part of a group of about 250 people from our church (Saanich Baptist) who spread out in various locations around town, cleaning, painting, gardening - doing whatever needed doing. It's a way for us to Serve our City.

Sunday afternoon we enjoyed a family meal together. My niece and her son are visiting for a few days. I am so very grateful for the family we have - and the times we can enjoy together, laughing, talking, or just soaking up the lovely sunshine as we ate dessert on the lawn.
 

Mid-afternoon Tim and I, along with my niece and the baby, strolled along the waterfront in Sidney.  This dashing pirate, looking out to sea, invited a photo.

Apples blossoms against the ocean: a perfect harmony.

How has your weekend been? Busy? Relaxing? Sunny or wet, I hope you've been refreshed. 
Joining in with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Mary at the Little Red House.

Rainy Day Beauty and a Vocabulary Lesson

We woke up to hear rain dripping into the eaves during the night. The rain continues. Cold. Heavy skies. Today I invigilated a simulation of an AP Calculus exam. Mind-numbing. The script is strict to ensure fairness throughout the world. The invigilator may not read, mark papers, or do anything unrelated to the exam. I thought a lot. Time moved very slowly. Three actual exams to invigilate in the next couple of weeks. I'll be thinking a lot. Maybe about blog posts.

But when I arrived home, this beautiful rhododendron in my yard, to which I've never paid much attention, seemed to say, "Here, look at me, I'm so pretty." And so I did. Then I went inside to get my camera. 
 

The raindrops only served to enhance the pink delicacy of these blooms. And why have I never noticed the dark speckles on the upper petals? Or the long stamens seemingly tipped with gold?  How much do I miss everyday because I don't take the time to look? What new thing have you noticed recently?

Moving on to vocabulary. Invigilate seems to be used in Canada where USA uses the word proctor. One proctors an exam in Washington, one invigilates an exam in British Columbia. However, in British (I think) and Canadian usage, the word proctor is strictly a noun, not a verb. Thus, a proctor may invigilate an exam, but an invigilator may not proctor an exam. 

As my linguistics major daughter tells me, language is a fluid thing. It certainly changes from country to country. When I lived in Ecuador and taught at an American school, I once used the word invigilate and the principal thought it sounded like something out of the wild west, a term that evoked coming out with guns blazing. 

So I'm a bit of a language nerd. If you've read the whole thing, you probably are, too.

Inspired by the Ocean

I grew up nowhere near the ocean. Instead, our family vacationed beside lakes. We camped and fished, boated and read on numerous lakes in British Columbia. Visits to the ocean were rare and the sea was a strange thing.

When Tim and I moved to Ecuador, we spent our vacations at the beach. The incessant rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean bothered me; they were so restless. I missed the peace and quiet of the lake. 

Many years later I read an essay by E.B. White entitled "Once More to the Lake," which eloquently expresses much of the difference between oceans and lakes. But, I digress.
 

Our trips to the beach in Ecuador, combined with moving to an island, instilled in me a love of the ocean. What I once perceived as restlessness I now see as soothing motion, unending and reliable. Walks on the beach reflect what my mood may require - solace, adventure, exhilaration, or solitude. 

Inspired by the ocean waves, I stitched up this table runner. Some of the pieces are from an old shirt of Tim's (well, not very old, but one of those tea-towel shirts he doesn't like wearing), a damask napkin from the thrift store, and others from my stash. The runner sits now on my dining room table and reminds me of the ocean; its motion and changing colours.

What is your experience with lakes and oceans? Do you prefer one over the other? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Playing with New Toys

My desktop computer is 7 years old. In technology years my husband says that's about 95. It's been slowing down and having issues, requiring more care to keep it running. So before it completely died, we bought a new one. It's a pretty laptop - so I can blog from anywhere, like the couch, where I am now.

I had to install all my programs on it, and ended up with a new version of Picasa. I use a downloaded version of Picasa for viewing my images and editing them. There are a lot of new features in this version and I've had fun playing with both my new computer and the new editing possibilities.

For this collage, I blurred a photo of rocks to use as the background, put borders on the photos, increased the caption border, and added text underneath.

Last Christmas I gave my husband a coupon book for various outings. One was a walk through the Oak Bay Marina followed by hot chocolate at the coffee shop. A couple of weeks ago, that's what we did on a Sunday afternoon. But the boats were too enthralling - the coffee shop closed before we had our hot chocolate. So of course, we had to go again!

Linking to Mosaic Monday, hosted by Mary of the Little Red House.

Scrappy Pillow

 
The new Blogger format has been foisted on me. I know the change is inevitable, so I'm trying to get used to it. I don't like it, nor do I see any advantage over the old Blogger. But I will get used to it.

The above pillow is another of my "use it up" projects - more leftover four-patch squares alternating with striped fabric from an old shirt. The buttons came from my button box and the white border fabric from my stash.  It's good to see something finished, but at the same time, I could sew constantly for a year without running out of fabric.

This project is part of Stumbles and Stitches "Feather Your Nest" project to (1) make something for your own home, and (2) recycle, use up supplies. I have plans for more projects, but am unlikely to finish them before the end of the month.

Have you read Annie Dillard's books? I love An American Childhood, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, and The Writing Life. I did not know that she wrote fiction until this morning. While shelving books in the library I ran across The Maytrees, set it aside and started reading it during my break. So far, it's intriguing.

This, That, and Other Things

Our weather has been absolutely stunning! Warm, sunny days that fairly beg me to be outside. Friday and Saturday were spent digging, weeding and mulching. The yard, neglected by the renters for two years, needs some serious attention. Once I'd pulled all the weeds and invasive plants from the above patch, I planted some herbs and plunked my Japanese fishing ball in the middle. The irises were there already and should bloom in another month or 6 weeks. 
 

Sunday afternoon began with little on the schedule. Then our neighbour called saying that she had tickets to the opera, had fallen ill, and would Tim and I like them. After a short consultation we said, "yes!" We had never been to the opera. It was interesting and beautiful. The opera was Maria Stuarda, based on the life of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots. The composer took great liberties with history to come up with a most dramatic plot. We probably won't be purchasing season's tickets to the opera, but we enjoyed the experience.
 

Little Miss spent a little time with us. I took this photo because she is wearing the same bib her father once wore - a handmade gift from a good friend. Travis is our second child, hence the #2. Little Miss enjoyed chasing her ball out in the yard after lunch and before her nap. 
 

Do tulip bulbs migrate? A few tulips came up in the garden where I don't remember planting any. Maybe the squirrels moved them for me. They are pretty wherever they choose to bloom.
 

Soon the lilacs will be in full bloom, too. I can hardly wait to sniff their fragrance.

The winner of the note card giveaway is Andi of Andi's English Attic. 

This week I'm the school librarian. Being around all those books is giving me lots and lots of ideas of what to read. I'm making a list. Next week I'm teaching and invigilating AP exams. So blogging will be a little slow. But I'll be here and there in blogland, seeing what everyone is up to. 

Friday Fill-ins

1.Vegetables are best fresh - raw, in salads, or roasted.

2. Ubiquitous mason jars; not only useful, but also beautiful.

3. How wonderful it is to be married to my best friend.

4. Laura Calder's French Taste is a book I'd love to recommend. Easy recipes with flair.

5. Using leftovers: I like making soup - here it's pureed squash, with pumpkin seeds on top.

6. My family makes me incredibly happy!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to going out for dinner with my husband, tomorrow my plans include gardening and more gardening and Sunday, I want to go to church, relax, watch my granddaughter for the afternoon, take a walk, and in the evening we'll watch "Monarch of the Glen."

How about you? What are your plans for the weekend?




Friday Fill-ins

April Note Card Party and a Giveaway

 

Vee came up with a brilliant idea for a linky party. Search for four photos, already posted on your blog, that would make a nice set of note cards. This is my first time joining in and I went waaaay back - to 2007 and 2009.


The above staircase is in the Petit Trianon, Marie Antoinette's hideaway at Versailles.
 

This photo is a bit blurry and wouldn't make that great a card, but it fits with the theme and I had posted it. It's in one of the salons in Le Petit Trianon. I love the blue and white room and furniture.
 

This oeil de boeuf (bull's eye) window is in the guard house at the entrance to Marie Antoinette's hideaway. Can you imagine a French guard peering out?
 

 

This old window latch and worn wooden frame is in the main palace of Versailles, in the Hercules Salon.

And now for the giveaway. Last fall I was contemplating opening an Etsy shop and I actually had some cards printed up. The only photo of the above which is included in the "French set" that I'm giving away is the last one of the window latch.

The Etsy shop is still in the works - I've been creating a few more things for it lately. But for now, I'm giving away a set of 5 French-themed note cards. If you would like to enter the giveaway, simply leave a comment and make sure that I have some way of contacting you. I'll draw a name on Sunday, April 22. 

Please visit Vee at her cute haven to see the wonderful links. Thanks, Vee, for hosting.

Government House

My parents are visiting and this afternoon we strolled around the grounds of Government House, home to our province's Lieutenant-Governor - the representative of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II in British Columbia. You can read more about the role of the office here. This is the third house to serve as Government House, the first two were destroyed by fire. This house was built in 1959 and although the exterior was contemporary, the interior was designed around the plan of the second building.

Today, early rhododendrons bloomed pink, red and white. The grounds are open to the public from sunrise to sundown.
 

Native plants such as this Camas Lily (camassia quamash) grace the gardens. For the First Nations peoples who lived here, the plant's bulbs were an important source of food. Harvested after the plant flowered, the bulbs were roasted and apparently taste similar to a sweet potato. The bulbs were also dried and pounded into flour.

The magnolia trees open into achingly beautiful drifts of pink and white blooms. Lily of the Valley nods on its stem, and Hellebores add their subtle tints to a garden that fits well into the landscape.

In the distance, sailboats danced to and fro on the water and so it was fitting to end our little excursion with a stop at the Oak Bay Marina for hot chocolate. Spring is fully here in all her glory!

Joining in with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Mary at the Little Red House, and with Sunlit Sunday, hosted by Karen at My Little Home and Garden.

On My Dining Room Table

My parents are here and my mom brought along some new card-making supplies. I've been having fun today, running paper through a Cuttlebug, punching flowers, and stamping. The dining room table is littered with paper - I chose only a small section to show you.

Last week I did some sewing - not just the pillow in the previous post, but also an Easter dress for the Little Miss. It was hard to get her to pose for a photo - she's a whirling bundle of energy.

Have a great weekend everyone! It's bright and sunny here today and feeling very spring-like. Sunlight is so energizing.

An April Poem and a Pillow

Did you know it's National Poetry Month in the USA? I did not until I read Vee's post about it. She asked her readers to share their favourite poem. So, being neighbourly and all, I thought that it would be appropriate for this Canadian to share.

These lines are extracted from Al Purdy's poem On the Flood Plain. You can do a search to read the entire poem, which, I will warn you, contains one word that might be offensive to some.

"Whatever I have not discovered and enjoyed
is still waiting for me
and there will be time
but now these floating stars on the freezing lake
and music fills the darkness
holds me there listening
--it's a matter of separating these instants from others
that have no significance
so that they keep reflecting each other
a way to live and contain eternity
in which the moment is altered and expanded
my consciousness hung like a great silver metronome
suspended between stars
on the dark lake
and time pours itself into my cupped hands shimmering"

These lines remind me to live each day to the full, to pay attention to the moments. 

On a completely different topic, I finished a sewing project the other day.

Many years ago I made a watercolour quilt, and ordered 2-inch squares from Keepsake Quilting. I also cut a large number of squares from fabric I had on hand. When the quilt was complete, I had quite a few squares left over. At some point in the past I stitched them all into 4-patch blocks. Those blocks have accompanied me on a number of moves. I was never willing to get rid of them.

This week, while unpacking my fabric boxes, I ran across them again and decided, "enough!" Do something with them or throw them out. This pillow top is the result - sort of bright and cottagey for spring/summer. Of course, today, when I decided to photograph it, it's raining.  But the pillow brightens things up.

Stumbles and Stitches, a blog written by two crafty friends, is hosting a "Feather Your Nest" contest this month. There's still lots of time to enter and create something. Clicking on the button link in the sidebar will take you directly to the pertinent post.

So, two questions for you - 

1.  What is your favourite poem?

2. Are you working on any creative project at the moment? 

Do share.

 

Therapy

Perhaps we should have 

cleaned the house 

sorted out the shed,

weeded the garden,

and cut the grass...

Instead,

a pristine morning beckoned.

Weak against the onslaught

of cloudless promises,

we pack a lunch

and put on our boots.

 

Resting now against the lichens,

my head pillowed by a boot,

yours by an empty sandwich container,

I eat an apple.

 One knee bent, 

the other crossed atop

stockinged foot dangling in the light,

the vast blue bowl above

fringed round with whipped cream clouds.

Far below,

the currents pull and push,

roil against the rocks.

And just beyond,

The sea sky dazzles

a hundred million stars.

  

The long length of you stretches

out along the ground.

Dazed by the sun's ardor

you drift into dream,

awaken and turn to look at me.

Sun, wind, water, sky, trees and rocks

combine in perfection.

There is no story here,

no conflict, no rising action.

Only limpid water,

caressing sun,

unyielding rocks cradling our bodies.

The perfect sky above.

Lorrie Orr 2012

A poem inspired by a hike to Beechy Head, the southern most tip of Vancouver Island, on Good Friday. I think we made the best choice for the day, don't you?

And for those who have asked, the wildflower pictured is a Henderson's Shooting Star, which apparently grows only on the east side of Vancouver Island in British Columbia, and is also abundant on the east side of the Cascades and in California. Click on the link for more information.

Easter Joy

Our Easter dinner was enjoyed last night, on Saturday evening. The day was beautifully sunny and I spent all morning working in the yard, digging out weeds and thinking about what plants needed moving. I pruned the roses and had Tim dig a couple of them out - they have never done well and after two years of neglect were mostly dead. 

On the dinner table I sprinkled candy chocolate eggs but I might have to rethink that strategy as the Little Miss wouldn't be deterred once she saw the rest of us eating them. A small chocolate bunny marked each place, along with two bunnies huddled under the flowers in honour of the Adventurers who spent a quiet Easter in Istanbul. 

The garden is showing colour here and there - mostly grape hyacinths, a few daffodils and lots of dandelions, which I included in the vase on the table. Soon there will be tulips. 

I hope you have had a wonderful Easter weekend, celebrating quietly or with friends and family. I've enjoyed a break from the computer and hope to catch up with some blog reading this week. 

Linking to Mosaic Monday with Mary at the Little Red House.

He is Risen - Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

 

Last night did Christ the Sun rise from the dark,

The mystic harvest of the fields of God,

And now the little wandering tribes of bees

Are brawling in the scarlet flowers abroad.

The winds are soft with birdsong; all night long

Darkling the nightingale her descant told,

And now inside church doors the happy folk

The Alleluia chant a hundredfold.

O father of thy folk, be thine by right

The Easter joy, the threshold of the light.

Sedulius Scottus

(9th century Irish poet)

Good Friday - The Word of the Cross

The Word of the Cross

Look on thy God, Christ hidden in our flesh.

A bitter word, the cross, and bitter sight:

Hard rind without, to hold the heart of heaven.

Yet sweet it is; for God upon that tree

Did offer up His life: upon that rood

My Life hung, that my life might stand in God.

Christ, what am I to give Thee for my life?

Unless take from Thy hands the cup they hold,

To cleanse me with the precious draught of death.

What shall I do? My body to be burned?

Make myself vile? The debt’s not paid out yet.

Whate’er I do, it is but I and Thou,

And still do I come short, still must Thou pay

My debts, O Christ; for debts Thyself had none.

What love may balance Thine? My Lord was found

In fashion like a slave, that so His slave

Might find himself in fashion like his Lord.

Think you the bargain’s hard, to have exchanged

The transient for the eternal, to have sold

Earth to buy Heaven?

More dearly God bought me.

Written by Paulinus of Nola 

(c 354 - 431 AD)

The Year's First Picnic

Friday morning's sunshine beguiled Tim into calling from work suggesting a picnic at the beach for dinner. By early afternoon the rain poured down and I thought soup and a cozy fire would be more appropriate than picnic fare. However, spring's moods change quickly and 5 pm found me packing up the small cooler. 

The beach was lovely - no wind, waves lapping at the shore, few people. Chilly, yes, but we had bundled up well for this, the year's first picnic. I hope it's a wonderful harbinger of things to come.

I've not yet encountered the camping dishes in my unpacking but I did find a couple of stray paper plates. Caesar Chicken Salad and a Cucumber salad were on the menu, so pretty with the slanting shadows.

This morning, after church, we celebrated Tim's birthday with a brunch. On the menu were Judy's Faux French Fries - as an April Fool's joke. For the cake I used another of Judy's recipes from the Mennonite Girls Can Cook blog - Plum Upside Down Cake. I neglected to take a photo of the cake and now there's very little of it left. Delicious!
 

We spent a very mellow afternoon chatting in the living room. When the Little Miss awoke from her nap, she wanted to play piano. Together we pick out "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" followed by a free form rendition of her own creation.

Joining the party at the Little Red House for Mosaic Monday, hosted by Mary, and Sunlit Sunday.