Five Random Things on Friday

1. Placemats stitched awhile ago, now finally on the table. I've had the red cup fabric gently aging and decided it was finally time to use it. Simple channel quilting. Wide mitered border. I enjoy pretty table linens and these fit the bill. 

2. With no arranging or organizing I snapped a photo of my potting bench. The big bucket below is what I use for collecting weeds. The moss wreath dried up and was removed from the front door. I haven't decide what I'll do with it yet. The hanging spade was a gift from my husband one year; it's short and lightweight and is easy for me to use.

3. I finally got my annual pots done last weekend. The daisies welcomed the rain. I'm so glad we have a watering system so I don't have to think about going out there with a watering can or a hose on a daily basis. 

4. I recently finished reading The Heaven Tree Trilogy - set on the Welsh border in the late 12th and early 13th centuries. Lots of historical tidbits are woven into the fictional account of a stone mason and his family. Thoroughly enjoyable.

5. Another flower in the rain - this time the Secret rose. The blooms are large and showy, there's nothing retiring about Secret. Sweetly scented, with a faint hint of apple rounding out the rose fragrance. 

This weekend - a birthday party for a 4-year-old. Some sewing, I hope. A school musical production. A little marking, just to stay caught up before the final onslaught. Just two weeks of classes left, but who's counting? (I am!)

Linking with Five on Friday hosted by Amy of Love Made My Home. 

On Planning a Vacation and Flowers in the Rain

Raindrops on peonies, and roses, and clematis. Fat round droplets that chill the air and moisture the landscape. Much needed as we face another warm summer.

(As a note to my previous post, Vee's husband passed away on Saturday morning. Please continue to pray for Vee as she faces this huge loss.) 

Layers of ruffles tightly folded. Waiting to emerge. I do love peonies.

But this post was supposed to be about vacation planning. I'm wondering how you do it. 

Deciding where to go is the first step. Last summer we chose Europe. It's been 9 years since we were there together, and 7 since I went with my mom and sister. The UK, specifically England, has been on the list for awhile, so that was easy. But where else? 

Spain was in the works for a long time. However, once friends suggested a river cruise (Paris to Honfleur), and the dates worked with our already purchased airline tickets, we scrapped Spain for France. Next time, Spain.

Going on a cruise or tour simplifies planning. We've chosen our excursions and have more or less decided what to do with our day and a half in Paris. La Sainte Chapelle is top on my list, and we're planning to attend a concert of classical music there.

The cruise is taking a big chunk out of the UK portion of our trip. We've scrunched London down to two days (not nearly enough) and will be driving to the Cotswolds and then Wales to visit a cousin. 

Am I nervous about driving on the "wrong" side of the road? You bet! 

History fascinates me, and Tim is always interested in the way things work and how they are built. I like filling in blanks, chronologically speaking, so these things are on the list:

- an Iron/Bronze/Stone Age hill fort
- pre-Norman architecture 
- a motte and bailey fortification (or the remnants of such)
- a medieval castle or two
- a great estate house (think Highclere of Downton Abbey fame, although we're not going to be in that area)

We're also interested in doing lots of walking, so I've downloaded a walking tour along a canal in the Cotswolds beginning in Stroud, that takes us by old woollen mills and mining sites.

It's fun to find unexpected things along the way - wandering in Paris on our last time there, we found the location of Heloise and Abelard's dwelling and thought of their sad love story. Getting lost in the Egyptian antiquities in the Louvre was memorable, and a day at Versailles full of the echoes of history in spite of the crowds. We found a completely deserted garden there and sat for a long while, absorbing, thinking, and munching apples.

In Avignon we rented a motor scooter and drove out to the Pont du Gard. It was a hot day and we'd tucked our swimming suits into the day back, just in case. After seeing others swimming in the river, we changed behind some bushes and waded in. Refreshing and cool - and don't you think the slaves/soldiers who built that bridge likely cooled off the same way 2000 years ago?

So we've found that allowing for spontaneity as well as some planning makes for a good vacation. 

How about you? Do you plan to the hour or half day or do you have a rough plan or do things spontaneously? Inquiring minds would love to know.

 

Five on Friday: Four Flowers and a Recipe

A climbing rose against the deck, name unknown. Weathered boards add texture to a photo, but I'm embarrassed to say these are ours. They are almost past the point of scraping and painting - I fear they might crumble into nothing. We're not quite ready to replace the railing, so I'll enjoy the shabbiness patina and texture.

Pale pink peonies about to burst into bloom. I prefer this delicate shade to the darker pink, although they are both beautiful.

Hydrangeas, paler than normal, but perhaps they will darken as the season wears on. 

Rhubarb leaves as big as umbrellas had me whacking them back and finding tough stalks that I discarded. There were lots of tender stalks and I brought some in to make these Rhubarb Cream Cheese Bars. Oh, but they are good. 

I found the recipe here, and adapted it not a whit. The cream cheese mellows out the tartness of rhubarb and the oats add a bit of bite to the creaminess.  

And the lavender is blooming. Everything (as I keep on saying) is so very early! It was windy today as I took these photos and that is especially evident in this photo. Sometimes life can toss us around. 

Many of you know Vee of A Haven for Vee, a dear blogging friend. Her husband, John, has a torn aorta which has meant surgery and continued cardiac care. If you are a praying person, please pray for John and Vee. 

I'm linking to Amy's Five on Friday, a great link up full of interesting posts.  

Every Weekend Should Be Long

Monday evening. This Victoria Day weekend has passed by in a satisfying melange of family, friends, garden, reading and puttering.

Radishes are ready for eating: crunchy, with a mild peppery bite. Delicious just rinsed and eaten whole, but yummy added to salads, too.

The pink peonies are at their peak and the fat buds on the white bush will burst any day. I picked a bunch for the house, along with silvery soft lamb's ears and perky lemon balm. They make me smile when I catch glimpses of them on the dining room table. Another vase full sits on the mantel. 

Saturday was spent in the garden - the pots on the porch and deck are filled with gerbera daisies, lobelia, heliotrope and something silvery whose name escapes me. I weeded and trimmed, planted a new rose bush (Winchester Cathedral - a David Austin rose), and didn't really want to come indoors. But tummies growled and I wondered what to make for dinner. A vegetable souffle tickled my fancy so that's what I made.

I forgot how many dishes it takes to make a souffle. And how many steps. However, they came together quickly and I cleaned up the kitchen while they underwent the magic of baking. The recipe made 6 - 8 oz souffles. Two went down that night and the other two were reheated and eaten for breakfast this morning with Buttermilk Biscuits.

Barbara of Small Moments organized a stationery swap not long ago. I was paired with Stephanie of The Enchanting Rose who sent me the wonderful parcel of goodies seen above. French-themed note cards (handmade!), loads of tags and labels, pretty ribbons and papers, and three pieces of beautiful fabric. Everything was tied up with strips of tulle and tucked into the box. Thank you so much, Stephanie!

One more peony photo to end with. Tomorrow it's back to school, but the countdown to exams and summer holidays is beginning! June 17 is the last day of classes.

Thank you for all the lovely comments you leave on my blog. I read them and try to visit your blogs in return. I know it's hard to click back into a conversation. Have a week filled with moments to remember.

Five on Friday

As soon as possible in the spring/summer, I cease wearing socks. I go barefoot in the house and slip into my shoes when going out. I think this habit is leftover from my years in the jungle when I barely owned socks. 

Barefoot season came early this year, but it seems to be retracting a little. Wind blew a bit of welcome rain and less welcome cooler temperatures over night. The garden is delighted.

I'm terrible at remembering the names of my plants. I know this rose is a floribunda, but have no recollection of the name. Still, "what's in a name?" 

I do remember the name of the rosebud in the top photo and this open one - Secret. It's very fragrant and blooms throughout the summer.

A raindrop clings to a stalk of lavender about to burst into bloom. I think it's my potting bench in the reflection.

This evening I picked about a pint of strawberries. So early. So sweet and delicious.

Five things from my garden for this week. I'm looking forward to a long weekend with Monday off. There are weeds to pull, pots to plant and radishes and beets to thin. Other than that I'm looking forward to puttering and relaxing. What do you have planned?

Linking to Five on Friday hosted by Amy of Love Made my Home. 

From the Garden to the Beach

Saturday morning. While eating breakfast (bacon, egg, tomato) I glanced outside to see that the clematis, having wound itself around the deck railing, had opened its first bud.

I had never noticed that the petals open one by one. 

Unfurling. Opening wide to the light. 

There will be many more pretty blooms from this General Sikorski clematis. Some searching on the internet reveals that the name is to honour a Polish general who "rendered great service to his country." Personally, the name makes me think of a helicopter.

After breakfast (and photography), we threw our bags into the car and drove up Island (as we say) to the beachside town of Parksville, along with some friends. This was the view from our room. In the evening, we ate a late (and delicious) dinner on the patio and watched the tide creep across the sand. In the distance, over time, three brightly lit cruise ships sailed by, en route to Alaska.

Beach art. Found art.

Wild roses bloom along the path down to the beach. I could smell them before I saw them. 

Home again now, preparing for another week of work, but refreshed by walks on the sand, good food, and laughter and conversation with friends.  

Five on Friday

Five blueberry bushes are in a new location. A couple were moved from overcrowding and others are brand new to us. Green berries are forming and growing - I think it's going to be another very early season. I'm hoping they will ripen before we leave for Europe. If not, I know that those looking after our home will be thrilled with them.

The fifth issue of 2016 - May's Country Living. I could look at the colours in this cover all day long. Blue, turquoise, and white against a palette of fresh greens. It's just about perfect. 

A five-minute task last Saturday turned into much longer. While placing a sweater into a drawer, I noticed that the merino wool sweater already there had a hole in it. Oh no! Earlier this year my husband lost a sweater to a moth hole as well. Investigation (courtesy of Google) suggested putting the sweaters into sealed bags and freezing them, then bring them to room temperature, then freeze them again. 

So I spent some time collecting all the wool sweaters and skirts. They've been lounging in the freezer for almost a week now. Time to thaw and re-freeze. Have any of you tried this? I also thoroughly washed out the dresser drawers. Any other tips for preventing moth holes? I've seen no sign of them other than the 2 holes.

Five months. That's how long this vintage printer's tray has been stored in the shop, out of my sight. Last Christmas I casually mentioned that I'd love to have an old printer's tray. It was a very off-the-cuff remark, but our youngest daughter and her husband were up in Duncan one day over the holidays and found the tray then. It was brought out for Mother's Day. I'm looking forward to hanging it on the wall and filling it with...something.

Five x Five inches. That's the size of the puff pastry squares I used for making an easy pain au chocolat. Ready made pastry. 1 Tablespoon of chocolate chips. A quick fold and roll. A brush of milk and sprinkle of sugar, 25 minutes at 400 degrees, et voilà, something yummy. I made them at home one evening and then demonstrated them today for my students. Tomorrow (Friday) they will be create their own. 

Five things for Five on Friday, hosted by Amy of Love Made My Home. 

Transience

How to swallow a starfish? I wish we'd hung around to see how the seagull accomplished the feat, or if he gave up after awhile. I can't help but feel sorry for the starfish. 

Inspiration is low here this evening. Mother's Day was a bit of a mixed bag. I'm so thankful for my family and was happy to see or talk with all of my children, and my own dear mother and mother-in-law.

On Saturday morning, however, a friend left this life for heaven, at far too young an age, because of ovarian cancer. I've been reminded, again, of how fleeting this life is, and how important it is to live the gift of life to the full. My friend Sue certainly did. 

In English classes recently, I've been exposing my students to a bit of poetry. Today we studied Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day" which ends with the question "What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Alas, it seems that few young teens appreciate poetry, and I was left feeling a little blank. Perhaps, though, in years to come, a few of them will develop an appreciation for the distillation of thought that is poetry. One can only hope. I've asked the students to bring in lyrics to a favourite song and hope that they will be able to see them in a new light, as poetry. 

Do you enjoy poetry? Have you a favourite poet or poem? 

   

Five on Friday: The Flower Edition

Over the past couple of weeks I've managed to crochet some cotton flower coasters. There will be more of these in the future as they are quick to make and full of colour. The pattern is free, from Coats and Clark. I used a variegated cotton yarn. With the summer-like weather we're enjoying, sitting outdoors on the patio with a cool drink is in the near future.

Flowers number two are not quite blooming, but just look at those fat peony buds getting ready to burst into ruffled beauties.

A few native cornflowers are in bloom. These reseed themselves throughout my garden in the summer, but they are well behaved and don't make a nuisance of themselves. This one settled in the midst of a silvery grass growing in a dry corner.

The no-name rosebush in the front garden is loaded with blooms. There will definitely be dead-heading in my weekend plans. This rose has a sweet, hint-of-apple scent that is most pleasant. 

And for the last flower - a raspberry bloom being pollinated by a very busy bee. The whole row of raspberry canes was a-buzz with bees - such a welcome sight.

Flowers of all kinds are in bloom just now, many of them more than a month early. What kind of summer is ahead? 

The fires in Fort McMurray are of real concern. We are all so thankful that no lives have been lost in this huge evacuation. We have family in Alberta and Tim's nephew left the Fort just the day before the evacuation. Pam of Playing with my Camera has an informative post on the fires. We continue to pray for the situation.

Linking with Five on Friday, hosted by Amy of Love Made my Home. 

At the Intersection of Nature and Industry

We humans have not done very well at taking care of our earth. I'm glad that we're more conscious of the effects of our industry and living habits, but we have such a long ways to go.

I'm always encouraged by creation's resilience, and how, left alone, will slowly and inexorably reclaim mankind's harsh bootprints. You have only to let a garden go for a year or two - for blackberries and weeds will encroach - to see this effect.

Tod Inlet is such a place. Once a busy industrial port that shipped Portland cement all over the world, it's now a peaceful, quiet parkland. Remnants of the past remain, and will be evident for a long time, but in less than one hundred years their mark is already fading. 

This photo, from the Butchart Garden archives, shows the area as it once was. The two tall chimney stacks, the wharf, houses for workers, and other buildings are mostly gone now. We enter Tod Inlet, by boat, from the top right of the photo and anchor on the left, out of view. It's quiet and protected, a beautiful and peaceful place.

The long cleared space in the middle of the photo is now the entrance road to the Gardens, and just to the top left of that space is where the Sunken Garden would be. 

This one chimney is left, visible from the gardens themselves, and from the Inlet. There are a few foundations of old homes still evident. There is an archaeological project going on at Tod Inlet these days, uncovering more evidence of the lives once lived there. 

These cement pilings remain, and I love to photograph them from all angles, from shore and from the water. When we anchor in Tod Inlet, I like to take the little dinghy out for a row and poke around along the shore, seeing what I can see.

When we were there a few weeks ago, I paddled fairly close to get this photo. The pilings are homes for mussels and perches for purple martin homes. 

 The narrow road that leads to the Inlet is now a walking path, frequented by many in search of Nature's peace. Canada Geese paddle by, ducks land with feet braced, moon jellyfish proliferate, and blue herons stalk the mud flats near the mouths of the two small streams that enter the inlet. Humans shape and use the earth for benefit, yet, when we leave, Nature has her way.