Happy All Hallow’s Eve

Darth and Leah, in case you didn’t recongnize them!

Pumpkins and Horse Poo

Pumpkins are a pretty easy thing to grow. Especially accidental out-of-the-compost pumpkins. They thrive in a rich, moist soil, which the compost pile provides magnificently! No matter how inconvenient a spot that may be to have pumpkins growing, it is ideal! Which leads me to garden amendments, top dressing, and composting.

I’ve talked about compost and additions to the garden before, but I’ll touch on it again, because this year I have a special offer for any one in the Aylmer/Ottawa area. Free horse manure!!! Now if you find this offer exciting, you are either a freak, or a gardener, or both. Welcome to the club! Please send me an email for further directions. This offer is open to anyone, large or small amounts, and did I mention, free??

You can’t get much better than horse manure. Horses are fed purely hay and grain (and the occasional bunch of carrots), unlike what is considered ‘food’ for cows or pigs. And the use of antibiotics and such is purely medicinal, not an every day ocurrance as it is with many other farm animals. To my mind, other than possibly mushroom compost, this makes it the safest, purest, most ‘organic’ compost available. Now’s the perfect time to dig in!!

Ain’t they the cutest?  (No bias, of course!)

Serendipity mine…

Or to sing a new song:

She works hard for the money.

So hard for it honey.

She works hard for the money

So you better treat her right!

That’s right. Yours truly is joining the ranks of the working girl. I got a fantabulous, kick-ass-I’m-so-lucky job doing something that I love!! And the hours are perfect, when the kids are in school. And it’s here in Aylmer.

I took the girls for a treat to McDonald’s last week, and had bought a paper to read while they played. I always look through the classifieds, just cause, and I saw an add that piqued my curiosity. And I got that tingly feeling. It was a part time job at a stable. So I called the number when I got home, went to meet the owner and see the place on Friday. I tried really hard not to be excited, in case I didn’t get it, but I gotta say, the place was really nice, the horses were gorgeous, and everyone I met seemed friendly. I got the call this morning that if I wanted the job, it was mine. YES!!!

I love horses but I’ve been out of the horse world for a while. I’ve been playing with the idea of taking lessons again, but hadn’t done anything about it. I used to ride and owned a couple of my own, along with teaching, way back when. Moving to Ottawa meant giving up on riding and horses, for a variety of reasons. I had a few jobs in between at stables, but one was only for a summer, and one ended when I ventured into the world of horticulture and landscaping and more student loans instead.

Now I’m finally back!  And this time I’m staying!

Plantaholics Anonymous

A few tip offs that you may need serious help:

  1. You sometimes have more plants in the kitchen sink that dishes.
  2. Your plants take almost as many baths as you do.
  3. You refer to seed and garden catalogs as garden porn.
  4. You take longer to tuck your plants in some nights, than you do your children.
  5. You dream about tomatoes. Literally.
  6. You agonize for days to shorten your lists of what to grow, and you still have over 75 different tomatoes on it!
  7. Your husband/spouse/partner complemented you on your good behavior and restraint while shopping at a feed/seed/farm store.
  8. You lovingly caress the leaves on your plants while simultaneously squishing off aphids, with bare hands.
  9. You feel the need to justify to your h/s/p why someone else spent $280 on a brug (The Chief) on ebay!
  10. You don’t think it strange that one of your plants is referred to as ‘Big Mama’ by the whole family. (and you started it)
  11. You know there are others out there, just like you, who get it. You’ve talked to them.
  12. You know there are others out there, who think you are nuts. You’ve talked to them too!
  13. You can spend hours talking (somewhat intelligently and fluently) about tomatoes and plants and gardening with complete strangers, but get flustered and tongue tied at the deli counter when the clerk asks you if you’d like anything else.

I think I’ll stop at lucky number 13.  But you get the picture.

How to make it snow…

It’s a very basic principle, works the same way as ‘how to make it rain’ – which is of course: hang out your laundry!

In this case, start by getting your pots and starting trays out of the shed, drag out the greenhouse shelves and covers, and just to be really sure, go buy some potting soil and maybe some more seeds. This will work especially well if it is a gorgeous sunny day out, and smells like spring. Nothing like it to bring on another cold snap and a bit of snow!

I’ve got plans to build some low tunnels over my raised beds early this spring, in order to jump start the gardening season. The idea is that they will work as a mini greenhouse, right over the beds. I’m hopeful that I may get growing as much as a month to six weeks early this year, although that is probably pushing it. But perhaps with some cold hardy veggies, I can play outside, while the tomato seedlings are still sunning indoors. I guess we’ll have to see what the spring brings, weather wise, and the summer. I’ve heard rumblings of La Nina, and what she may have to offer us, so all in all, low tunnels are probably a good investment.

I also invested a whole whopping $0.66 in a pack of broccoli seed, and cauliflower seed (part of my ‘how to make it cold and snowy’ campaign). I only mention it because I had absolutely no intention of growing anything but a ton of tomatoes, some carrots, peas, beans, swiss chard, leeks, beets, radishes, onions, lettuce, peppers, zucchini, eggplant, cucumbers, corn, along with various herbs, annuals, and of course babying my brugs. Oh, did I mention tomatoes? A ton? Okay, so that may be a slight exaggeration, I don’t have the room to grow a ton of tomatoes. But I think last count may have been somewhere along the lines of 40 + varieties, which means at least 80 plus plants in my garden, along with all the extras I grow to sell and to give to neighbors and friends. Which always leaves plenty extra for me to harass complete strangers who are unsuspectingly walking down the street introduce new people I meet into the joy of growing tomatoes, and the reasoning behind heirlooms/OP’s.

I think the most fun I have gardening is planning my garden in the winter, and starting the seeds in early spring. Don’t ask me to post a pic of my garden in late July. Unless my darling husband (in case he reads this) decides to pull out all the corn again cause it looks like grass weeds the jungle, it is pretty messy by then. Because I have moved on. Have I every mentioned my astrological sign? I am a Taurus, but Gemini ascending, which translates into ‘I have the attention span of a gnat’. Seriously though, by mid July, garden fatigue, the heat, and the bugs have usually squelched my enthusiasm for my garden. I bounce back by mid to late August, just in time to start harvesting and canning (when it’s +33C??), dehydrating and freezing, and enjoying it again.

A camping vacation comes in handy right around the time garden fatigue has set in, and I don’t spend a moment worrying cause at that point I could care less because I have a fantastic house sitter/gardener/cat feeder, who lives right across the street. She comes complete with younger sisters and a brother, so excellent fall-back house sitters. And I get to spend a week with my family in the woods, swimming and fishing and hiking and stargazing, and I am so happy that I don’t have to answer the phone, or check my email, or listen to bad news on the radio, or fight traffic, and there’s nothing like sitting around a blazing fire at night, with someone you truly enjoy as a person, with whom you share a wicked sense of humor, and the kids are tucked away in their sleeping bags, and you shoot the breeze till the fire starts dying out, and it’s time to for you to tuck in too. That is the ‘ultimate vacation’.

So that’s what’s what for tonight.

You saw the whole of the moon!

Hopefully you saw it. I saw the lunar eclipse last night, and it was something pretty!  We let the kids stay up late to watch it, and they made their moon wishes. The sky was so clear, and it was so cold. The two stars closest and brightest, I think Todd said Jupiter and Regulas, were so clearly visible. Made me feel very tiny to look up into the bright sky and see all the lights. Can we really be alone in this vast universe? I don’t think so, but who really knows.

And if you don’t recognize the title, it’s a song by the Waterboys, just to give credit where it belongs. I’ve always loved the lyrics to that song. Here they are:

I pictured a rainbow
You held it in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon!

You were there at the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truths
You cut through lies
I saw the rain-dirty valley
You saw brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!

I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed, and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon!

With a torch in your pocket
And the wind at your heels
You climbed on the ladder
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon!

Unicorns and cannonballs,
Palaces and piers,
Trumpets, towers, and tennemets,
Wide oceans full of tears,
Flag, rags, ferry boats,
Scimitars and scarves,
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars

You climbed on the ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

No more whining…

Or maybe the whining helped, because it did turn out to be a nice sunny day.  So nice, that I almost started some tomato seeds.  It’s still way too early, but you get a sunny day and start thinking to yourself, well, it’s only a few weeks early.  So obviously I missed some elementary math somewhere along the line, because when I looked at the calendar, it is still a good 6 to 7 weeks too early to start.  Since when does a few equal 6 or 7??  Yep, must be the new math stuff that they’re teaching now!

Anyway, feeling much better now.  My ear is all good, I can hear and it doesn’t hurt anymore.  I don’t know why colds always go in my ears now, but I’ve had quite a few since the fall (when Emma went back to school and starts bringing them home).  They are very painful.  But I’ll rejoin the human race now, if it’ll have me.

Stuff…

Emma and Cricket

This is Emma riding the little pony, Cricket. She loves her riding lessons!! She comes by it honestly. Meg wants lessons now too! Mom better get a job, just to pay for them, eh? It’s a cute little place, but when they’re older I’ll have to find a place that teaches English riding. For now, it’s just the introduction to ponies and horses that’s important. (ie, brainwashing!!) I’m just glad we can do this, thanks to Grandma Monica.

Meg and Jacob at the Museum

I took Meg and her friend Jacob to the Museum of Nature on Thursday, and thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s been under renovation for quite a while now, but I think when it’s done, it will be fantastic. The exhibits are really well done, and I love the bird section. Definitely another visit is in order soon.

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Enjoy your weekend everyone! I know I will!!

Happy Birthday…

Todd turned 37 today. How scary is that! I’m married to an old man! ha! I guess it’s only fair, cause I’ll be catching up in a few months. It’s hard to believe that we’re closer to 40 than 30 now. Actually, it’s pretty unbelievable.

And next week Meg turns 5. Where did my baby go?

Playgroup started again this week. Swimming lessons start on Sunday morning, and Emma had her first horse riding lesson last Saturday. Which she loved. But boy are they pricey! Not something we are going to be able to afford on a regular basis, or at least not yet. So same old same old, busy yet not much is new!

So just a quick update for tonight. More pics to come soon.

Why Moms Rock…

You know those days when the sun doesn’t show up, and hasn’t shown up for a while?  Your kids are just too loud, so you yell at them, and then feel like shit because you hurt their feelings?  You keep tripping over the damn dog who keeps lying right in your path, even though two seconds ago she was lying in the way, and moved two feet cause you tripped over her over there and woke her up so she moved?  The house doesn’t magically clean itself, in fact it seems to magically get messier, even though you swear you spent all of twenty minutes doing a bit of work?  You realize that if you wanted to go out for a drink or a coffee with a friend, a real friend, the nearest person is about a five hour drive away, or a 6 hour flight, depending on which friend you wanted?  You realize that your husband doesn’t really get you, and never will, because he is a man, and he cannot read your mind, and men are not women, and never will be, therefore they will never truly get you?  Only another woman would ever truly understand, and that is not being sexist, it is being a realist!  And that’s why Mom’s rock.  Who else would you call when that’s the kind of week your having??  Maybe I’m just really lucky, but the first person I think of telling when anything good or bad happens is my Mom.  And when I am having a sucky week, or feeling down, I know she is there for me.  It’s weird, but as an adult with kids of my own now, I’ve never felt closer to my mother.  And I totally didn’t appreciate her enough when I was growing up.  I’m so glad now that I have such a good and close relationship with my mom.  And that she knows.  Moms always know.

Did you know….

This a refrain that Meg’s friend Jacob loves. It’s so funny, he just loves to talk and I bet his mom gets very little peace. But now it’s my turn.

Did you know it’s possible to overfill your vehicle when you are adding engine oil??? Did you know??

Then why didn’t you tell me?? I swear, I am such a dummy when it comes to cars! I just bought oil because the light came on, and I assumed it needed oil. Yes, ASSumed. So I just filled her up! You know those manuals that come with the car? Read them. They can actually give you some helpful pointers. Like how the light that came on meant time for an oil change, not feed me more oil! It also tells you specifically not to overfill, and shows you exactly where the line on the dipstick should be. That’s me. Dipstick. So now I’m off to Crappy Tire to get an engine oil change. Wish me luck.

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