Happy May Day

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The first of May is historically and culturally more important in Europe than in North America, rooted in ancient pagan celebrations of spring sometimes mixed with some modern political overtones. I briefly indulge in some fond memories of some of the Finnish traditions I grew up with but no longer practice. Instead, I take sweet pleasure in the wild abandon and abundance of a long spring, the best time of year in this balmiest part of Canada.

Here are a few glimpses of what is in my backyard: lilac entwined with rampant clematis escaping from the fence behind it, and what I call wild bleeding heart that is everywhere for such a brief time, mixing with the bluebells and the lily of the valley… like a wild woodland garden.

I wish you all a Happy May Day, Hauskaa Vappua, Happy Walpurgisnacht and Bonne Fête du Muguet!

Related links:
Traditional Finnish May Day, thanks to Arle

From my archives: 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008

Missed 2009, for we were in the UK. In fact that was the fantastic day I met several blog friends!

Good Friday

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‘Tis the Easter long weekend. Though this year spring is about a month early, it’s been more like winter the past week or more, with cold rain and windstorms and lots of snow on the mountains. Instead of outdoor activities, we are doing our annual income taxes.

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These photos of the magnolias and camellias were taken during a dry break about a week ago as proof of spring’s presence in our garden (compare to last year). Below is a heavily scented jasmine, indoors.

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We are missing doing an easter egg hunt with our young granddaughters who are living so far away in the UK.

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Hauskaa Pääsiäistä, Joyeuses Pâques, Frohes Ostern, Happy Easter! Hope you are enjoying a sunny long weekend wherever you are, dearest readers.

hellos and goodbyes

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Much greeting and hugging and then goodbyes have been a large part of our holidays as our family swelled from seven for Christmas Eve to nine on the 27th, then twelve for just a day on the 28th and down to six as of today. Several of us have been suffering some flu, which even yours truly of the cast-iron-tummy picked up on Boxing Day. It’s been a bit of a struggle to be jolly and feed everybody. I’ve resolved to keep these last days of the year and first of the new very quiet and low-key with no more entertaining so that when some of us head back to work next week we’ll be fully recovered.

Our sunny frosty weather was a wonderful Christmas gift. Husband indulged in a new camera lens for us both and has played with it, including capturing the above image of ice that I just love. I wished I’d had time and wellness to capture some of the hoar frost in the garden! I look forward to getting acquainted with it and will tell you more later.

Speaking of ice, you may recall some of my past photos of frost flowers or fractals (search). The other day while browsing a new-to-me blog by a resident of Gabriola Island (off Vancouver Island near Nanaimo), I was stunned by his/her photos of frost flowers that look like spun sugar. I’ve never seen anything like them, have you?

Soon, much too soon, we’re into another year and leaving behind a decade called, what, the aughts, noughts, the 00’s? Twenty-ten, twenty-eleven and on will roll a bit easier on our lazy tongues though still sound rather foreign to me. I plan to be back with a proper New Year’s greeting but not with one of those long lists which I’ve been enjoying elsewhere. Just a simple goodbye and a hello.

lights of the season

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enjoying the days of sunlight and frost
fires and warm candlelight in foggy nights
these last days of the year

Winter Stories 2009

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Every Christmas since 2003, our granddaughter Lael, now 9, has told a winter story that her daddy has animated and put on her website as their holiday greeting to their friends and family. And each year since I started blogging, I’ve proudly shared it here. This year, to add to the family tradition, Lael’s little sister Niamh who is 4, eagerly joined in with her own drawings and story. It really is quite a family collaboration with mommy collecting the girls’ drawings and stories, getting them scanned and then daddy working them in Flash.

They are now both up at Lael and Niamh’s Web Site. Be sure to move the mouse around for it’s interactive and lots of fun. The earlier ones can be found on the site as well. Enjoy!! Happy holidays!

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full moon, fog, frost

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Oak Moon, Cold Moon, Frost Moon, Long Night’s Moon, Moon Before Yule, 7:20 a.m., December 2nd

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fog and sunrise

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frost on the path

home fires burning


Thanks to Erika for posting my video onto her Flickr account!

The past few days we’ve been without home heating, that is, a central heating system we take for granted in most homes in the developed world. Ours is a natural gas-fired hot water system, and one of the valves in the many metres of copper piping down in the crawl space has failed. I don’t fully understand its workings but husband has been chasing around for some parts that are now scarce for this almost 25 year old system that has been fairly energy efficient for us. Another example of technology leaving us behind, a recurring pet peeve of mine!

So, we are presently heating our home with a wood-burning fireplace, updated long ago with an insert with a glass door and an electric fan. Located in the living room at one end of the house, the further reaches barely get warm. A portable electric heater is handy for a quick warmup in the bathrooms when needed, and I prepare some oven cooked dishes to warm the kitchen. So we’re doing alright, better than during some storms with power outages, including two years ago.

But our carbon footprint has grown bigger this week! The fireplace insert really should be replaced with one that has a catalytic converter so what comes out of the chimney would be less polluting but normally we rarely use it. The wood is from trees we’ve cut down or pruned on our own property plus scrap lumber leftovers from renovations. It’s all a reminder of how much harder it used to be before modern technology – go out and chop trees into enough firewood to last the winter (we do live in Canada after all) and make sure you keep the fire burning with numerous trips to the woodpile.

Many homes, especially the older ones were not designed all that well to conserve heat. When we moved to Vancouver in the early 70’s, after living in Winnipeg and northeast BC, we were aghast to find homes in Vancouver with little insulation and single-glazed windows! Sure it’s milder here, but we still need heat indoors while not heating the outdoors! Fireplaces were, and many still are, open and drafty and not often centrally situated for heating the whole home. That was our home before we renovated but the fireplace is still not central.

I’m recalling my maternal grandparents’ farmhouse in Finland, built in the beginning of the 20th century I think. The central large multi use room, the tupa, had a huge brick wood burning oven in the very middle of the house so the heat it produced warmed all the rooms that would back its chimney. Grandmother would bake breads and casseroles and stews in it all day while the house was kept warm with the bricks retaining heat overnight.

‘Modern’ city homes, like my aunt’s, had ceramic tiled corner fireplaces or kaakeliuunit, based on the same principles. We saw these same kind, but of course more ornate, in the massive palaces in St. Petersburg.

Back to the present… and the future…

What will our future be like without relatively clean and easy to transport fuel like natural gas for home heating? That future is closer than we think while the immense tar sands operation in northern Alberta uses up our precious and finite natural gas plus water resources in the extraction process. Canada is blessed with natural gas but it is finite and needed in Canada, a cold northern nation. We are wasting this most precious resource on the most environmentally polluting industry on this earth! It makes me embarrassed to be Canadian, do you hear, Mr. Harper?

As I’m writing this, I’m also aware that it is Remembrance Day today. I acknowledge the losses of lives in the wars, with our grandfathers, fathers and uncles fighting too. Stephen Hume’s column today on also remembering the continuing suffering of those that did NOT die is well worth reading and remembering. As I’ve written here each year (search), I strongly prefer that this day be turned instead to a focus on ending wars and promoting peace. Our Canadian soldiers used to be peace keepers, not fighting other people’s wars and sending home the dead every week!

Now, you may wonder, how on earth did I get from the subject of home heating to the subject of war and peace? When I came up with the title for this post, the phrase sounded familiar so I looked up the source of this expression and found these answers:

keep the home fires burning:

Fig. to keep things going at one’s home or other central location. (From a World War I song.) [and] to keep your home pleasant and in good order while people who usually live with you are away, especially at war

And this: a You Tube video of old Canadian war posters set to the song Keep the Home Fires Burning.

A lovely song but many of the posters made my skin crawl! Will we ever learn the lessons of history and wars and the environmental damage we have been and are still doing? The connections are just too startling and scary. Peace — might it be good for the environment?!

P.S. Another reason for Canadians to be grateful on November 11th. I’d forgotten this event in our history.

autumn at home

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surprise sunrise scene in the kitchen

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lovely blossoms still blooming madly but producing only plum sized squash babies

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from volunteers that appeared late in the summer and have grown like Jack-in-the-beanstalks in the new planting bed

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the best fall ever for the Michaelmas daisies

transitions

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Detail of a totem in Thunderbird Park, Victoria

Though there have been many exhilarating days, I’ve often been feeling exhausted this month due to sleeping poorly. I realize that’s because I’m going through a time of transition in many ways, mostly good but still changes in my very quiet life of the past eight months (not counting the trip to London and Paris earlier in the year).

We’ve had a lot of wonderful visitors over the past month or more, almost weekly: Miguel and Mika, our eldest daughter, husband’s older sister from Idaho, and his cousin and husband from Germany. Our middle daughter and granddaughters who will have been here for a lovely two months will be going back home to London in a few days so it will become very quiet here. Good thing youngest daughter is still living at home. My husband has been dealing with extra pressures at work and with changes concerning his late mother’s estate so those concerns have been rubbing off on me too.

Daily routines are changing now that I’m back to the printmaking studio. Being in a university setting, it feels like the annual back-to-school transition that has been a large part of my life, first as a student, then a high-school art teacher and then a mother as well as a practising artist. I’m now bussing instead of driving because of the mandatory U-pass and increase in campus parking costs. It’s reminding me of my early university days of long bus trips to and fro the University of Manitoba campus. Thankfully this is much shorter and I’m getting used to it.

After a longer absence than usual from the studio, it’s been an adjustment in routines but it’s also been an exciting start having an exhibition with my artist friends on Bowen Island and meeting another artist/blogger there. Happily I’ve made a good start on a series of small prints (I don’t usually do small!) as a way of getting the juices flowing before tackling larger and more demanding work. It feels good, very good.

A changing season in the garden means extra work bringing tender tropicals back into the solarium for the winter, taking cuttings of my collection of pelargoniums and other plants for next year’s garden, and the never-ending repotting of plants for they do keep growing! Guess who has too many plants?

September has been mostly gloriously sunny and warm, continuing the pattern of drought since spring. Now cooler, longer nights, heavy dews and a forecast of rain are signalling another transition into October and Autumn here on the southwest coast of British Columbia. Life is returning to a steady and satisfying rhythm of work.

Addendum Sept. 27th: A few people have been asking about the printmaking studio I work in. Please see this post I wrote several years ago, though it is now called Capilano University.

summer is…

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fresh picked red currants
sweetened by sunshine,
precious last ones saved
for granddaughters’ picking pleasure
a record heat wave
sprinkler swirls sparkling water
to delight garden
and jumping children
a new roof
overheated workers
start early, quit early
nearly done