Saturday, August 27, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Well, it's been a full weekend. One in a series of full weekends. August is flying by, so fast I've not even told you about July.... or have I?
Super friends Karen and Randy were down from the North Country in late July.
Karen and Randy under a fair sized weeping willow at Gort's Gouda Farm west of Salmon Arm, part of the never-ending food roadshow. This is the only time you'll see Randy masquerading as a tree hugger.
We had a wonderful, all too quick weekend with them. Showed them our playground, ate ourselves silly and even shipped a
Bryan and I spent part of the August long weekend on a
Then he headed east to Manitoba, to partner up with buddy Marc and a ride down to Wisconsin, then back west through the northern States. All reports are they had a good 2+ weeks.
So, this weekend was THE WEDDING. Niece Jolene married Russ and it was a grand event. The ceremony and festivities were up at Russ's parent's home in Rose Valley, northwest part of West Kelowna. The weather was perfect, we were fashionably almost-late and Bryan's going-to-a-wedding suit stole the show... again.
Bryan, brother Walter and sister-in-law Susan.
Try if you can to imagine the reactions of people in cars and trucks on the highway whenever we stopped for a red light seeing Bryan on his
It was a nice group gathered atop the mountain:
Uncle Stan and Auntie Doris, all the way from Australia. I love her hat!
Gary, Terry and Mom ignoring the camera.
Brothers Bryan, James and Walter, with Susan.
The wedding was lovely as most weddings are. The maids of honor and flower girl Katy-Bug were beautiful despite squinting into the setting sun:
What a backdrop! The new Mr. & Mrs. Senyk signing their official documents with the valley and Okanagan Lake (just out of this shot, to the right) as their stage:
We had a lovely visit with friends and family. The getting lost and asking for directions three times between the hotel and house became no more than a laugh and distant memory.
More visiting during breakfast at the hotel. Not nearly enough, of course, but weddings generally aren't the best visiting occasions, are they? Too much going on.
Bryan and I rode home on Westside Road, the scenic back road from Kelowna to Vernon along the west side of Okanagan Lake.
The south half of the road is very narrow in many places, in poor condition in most places, and a sheer drop off down to the lake anywhere from 50 to 150 metres in FAR TOO MANY PLACES with no guard rails or concrete berms of any kind.
I'm not a great fan of the road going south, but I'm officially labeling it The Road That Intimidates Me The Most when traveling it north.
Once we were north of Fintry, I was fine. I really like that half. It's going to be a long time before I do that route again, though. Bryan says if he tweaks the bike's suspension, I'll feel better. I'll feel better when they widen the road by 2 m and protect some of the
Becca and the girls had a nice time at home. She took them up to Pillar Lake to have a free run-about. Becca asked me how, exactly, did one get to the pillar that Pillar Lake is named for.
We hopped in the car with the dogs and headed up towards the lake.
The trail is a meandering goat track up a very steep mountainside. Very steep. I had little trouble going up, but half way there I realized I was going to have a bitch of a time getting back down. I didn't bring a walking stick and I have hyper-extended knees, which makes any downhill motion difficult (some times even stairs). I didn't realize the trail was that steep, so caution overcame valour and I headed back to the car while Becca and the dogs carried on.
(Pillar Provincial Park photo)
The pillar is a basalm column about 30 metres high and 3 metres in diameter at the base, made of glacial drift cemented into hardpan with a rock cap.
Becca was tres impressed - these are her photos:
So today was Gonzo Gardening Day. It was overcast and moderate in temperature, perfect conditions for stump removal.
The fir tree that once stood here was very unstable during a violent windstorm two years ago, so Bryan felled it. The stump has been a nuisance ever since, primarily due to the roots that came just far enough out of the ground to trip people and catch the lawn mower blades. Last weekend, while Bryan was still away, Becca and I began working away at it, thinking it wouldn't be too difficult a job - fir and spruce trees generally have shallow, broad-spreading roots.
Yah, well, this one had a serious tap root. Bryan worked away at it Saturday morning while I was at work. Today was the Serious Tools part of the program, involving a come-along, chains, chainsaw and axe.
This was about the time in the program when the tap root was discovered. Most of the other root had been severed.
The mighty Poulan goes to work, waking up Becca whose bedroom window is right beside the project.
She came out to investigate and set to work on the come-along still in her 'jammies. That's my girl.
What you can't see in the next photo - I wish every so often for a video camera - is Becca bouncing on the chain, laughing at her dad as he works the saw.
There, that should do it.
And yes, we have lift off.... or lift out in this case.
Surveying the hole, the quite deep hole and discussing the project.
After this job was done and the tools put way, again with Becca's assistance, I finished the top two steps and top landing of the garden steps, cementing in the flat stones, mortaring in the sides as well. Just the bottom landing to do, but that's quite enough for one day. Mixing concrete in a large rubber bin with a shovel, then laying big rocks is all very tiring work.
The yard is moving into its late summer stage. Many of the mid-summer giants like delphiniums are looking like blowsy party girls who've been up too late and smudged their makeup. A good pruning is in order. The late flowers are showing off now.
Salpiglossis is one of my very favorite annuals. I had trouble finding it when I first moved here my now know which nursery to go to.
Salpiglossis with lavender and a volunteer snapdragon.
One of the lovely double daylilies that came from Mom Giesbrecht's garden.
A rather washed-out photo of some actually stunning rudbeckia.
The newly finished stairs lined with lavender, dragons-blood sedum, strawberries, pinks and a variety of rudbeckia, a white rose off in the distance.
Last lily of the year. The lilies have been spectacular but these are the gems and the most aromatic of them all.
And because you haven't seen pictures of them lately, the girls out on their running line.
Bryan's out for a ride with the cop next door. The girls are snoozing, and I hear a dish of hot-from-the-oven blueberry batter cake calling to me.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Is a friend still a friend if you haven't seen her for 30 years? When news of her sudden death plucks a heartstring, I'd say the answer is 'yes'.
A college friend living in Manitoba died this morning. She'd been fighting cancer, something I didn't know. Sounds like she may have died from a heart attack, though, but details are still sketchy.
We were the kind of friends who hung out together at events of mutual interest, shared mutual friends but weren't close confidence-sharing bosom buddies. There was a day of drama while she dodged a wish-he-was-boyfriend who'd taken to stalking her. I'm sure Bryce and Blaine still have green memories of us bursting into their room in Residence with the 'stalker' in pursuit ... while their parents were also in the room on a visit to their sons. To this day I have no idea what those four people look like.
We exchanged Christmas cards for a few years and then somehow that too drifted away. Without more than just the casual chit-chat of "All's well here. Kids are growing like weeds. Best wishes for the coming year." it's hard to maintain any sort of meaningful correspondence.
Once in awhile I'd hear tidbits, as mutual friends travelled back and forth, carrying news. I imagine news from my life drifted back towards them in a similar fashion.
She and her husband are ever-young in my mind, students looking forward to their life together with hope and enthusiasm.
I remember the reaction from friends when he happily informed us of the wonderful Christmas gift he'd purchased for his wife-to-be .... an electric frying pan. The stunned silence might have been a clue that it perhaps wasn't the most romantic gift that a young lady looked forward to for a first Christmas gift from her beloved.
I remember curling with them during the winter, IVCF get-togethers, camping trips in the mountains at the Burnt Timber and Ya Ha Tinda ranges.
Good memories of friends, of laughter and of youth.