Tuesday, October 21, 2008

What a difference a week makes

I haven't posted anything on the blog for a week. Sometimes I just need a little break. After a while, my brain is always mentally constructing something to blog about. When I'm doing something, my brain is on a play-by-play...writing it all in my mind. That's when I know I have to take a step back, take a little break, and actually live.
This is the whirlygig I bought at an auction a few weeks ago. After a couple of minor repairs, he is ready to go. There was some debate at the auction about whether he's a rooster or a roadrunner. I like roosters, so I'll go with that. He has a wonky arm, and tends to be left handed.One week ago, the trees were in beautiful fall colour. This is our driveway, on our walk back from getting the newspaper with the dogs. This tree was gorgeous and red and looked especially beautiful when the sun shone. You can see some Christmas trees on the right. These belong to our 78 year old neighbour. He has 13,000 trees and trims them all by hand! (Lunenburg County is the Balsam Fir Christmas Tree Capital of the world, according to the sign on the highway)This photo was taken last week, and is the view to the left as you look out our living room windows. If you look out the windows now, you see bare trees and can get a glimpse of the lake that lies below our property and is out of view during the summer. These trees are growing up around the stone pile that runs through the centre of our 2 fields. The rocks are now covered in leaves and they have their own sort of beauty at this time of year.

And then there were seven...When we left home to take John's brother and SIL to the airport on October 9th, we had 8 Guineau Hens. When we returned there were only seven hens. One of the younger ones has disappeared. The red tailed hawk that lives around our fields was in evidence that day, so maybe he had a meal of guineau. We'll never know. So now we're down to 3 of the original 4, and 4 of the second batch of 6.John has built me some garden boxes. There are 6 boxes, all 4 feet by 4 feet, with about 3 feet between each box. These will hold our vegetable garden next year. I tried digging gardens into the ground, but it's too rocky. Hence the raised beds. The photo was taken from one of the upstairs bedrooms to give you a feel for how everything is situated. The apple trees are off to the left. Wood chips (available free every Saturday from a local lumberyard) will go over the black paper (which is there to try to kill the grass). We may have to put a fence around it to keep the deer away, but our neighbour has success with just a scarecrow.

Yesterday we went to the landfill (aka dump) to purchase some compost for the garden boxes. John went into the office to find out where we needed to go. Good thing he went in, and not me. If I went in, we wouldn't have ended up with any compost. But he's a sweet talker and can sweet talk anyone into just about anything. I call it his boyish charm. Apparently there is a government law (we're not sure if it's a provincial law or a federal law) that says they can't sell compost "by the bag". Therefore, you need a pick up truck or trailer to purchase their compost. They use a front end loader to give you compost, and front end loaders don't work well with CRV's. We had brought several rubbermaid storage bins with us, so John suggested we put our bins on the ground for the front end loader to dump compost into. Well, it took phone calls and special permission, and some turned backs while we did this, but in the end we came home with a bunch of compost. Now we need some dirt. Who knows what kind of adventures we'll have getting dirt to fill our garden boxes!

1 comment:

Angelique said...

What a view! I love the garden boxes. I can't wait to see all the stuff you grow.