Merry Christmas

Hoping that everyone will be able to spend time with family and friends, and enjoy some good food and conversation.

Advent-ure

 Potential wrapped in promise.

 Hidden beauty.

 Reaching for light.

Shields no longer necessary, fading away.

More Snow and Ice

 An icicle looking like translucent wood.

 Or perhaps like some crystalline rock.

 The lilac looking like a frothy skirt.

Ropes of polyester stuffing.

Whipped cream topping.

In 1977, the temperature for today was -28C.  Two years later, the temperature for this date was 16C.
That's a difference of 44 degrees C.  No wonder we're always checking the weather forecast. 

Snow

 Snap hasn't been feeling very well lately, but she was really enjoying the new fresh snow.

 I like the way the snow made an overhang on the railing.

 It's hard to be grouchy about snow when it is so darn pretty.

Sugar dusting on the door.

The Car and The Horse

The Car and The Horse

One day, Jack and Jill were having a coffee together.

"I went for a drive in the mountains yesterday," said Jill.

"A drive? You mean in a car? You put straps over your body and buckled them up so you can't even move?  Your doors were locked like you were in a cage? In a car that can only drive on one side of the road, and has to stop at signs and red lights? How confining!
I have a much better idea."

Jack took a small car out of his pocket, and rolled it back and forth on the table.

"This way," he said "I can make the car go wherever I want, anyway I want.  I don't ever have to stop unless I want to.  And see how clean and shiny it is?  This, my friend, is how to use a car."

"Well, yes," said Jill, thinking of the muddy splatters on her car and the squeaky brakes," but I can go to interesting places in my car."

"I go places, too," said Jack defensively.
He swooped his car in the air and spun it around on landing.
"Can your car do that?" he demanded triumphantly.

"I went to the mountains so I could ride a horse," continued Jill.

"A horse? But they bite and they kick and stomp on your feet.  They buck and they rear and throw you to the ground.  Not even to mention the smell!  Really, Jill, the way to know a horse is to look in a book.  Here I have one."  Jack searched in his bag and pulled out a book.  "On page number 9, a nice bay horse.  Anytime I want a horse, I turn to page number 9.  No fuss, no bother, no broken bones."

Jill wiggled her right foot.  It was a little sore from being stepped on, but she remembered the whinny that Lightning had greeted her with, and his fragrant hay breath.  She thought of the gallop over the fields, thundering hooves, and both of them breathless after the fun.  She had to admit there had been a buck or two, and a few dodgy moments when she feared for her bones. Still...
She glanced at the horse on page number 9 and shook her head.

Jack smiled back at her grandly and drove his car in a fancy manoeuver, and clicked at the bay, the tamest, safest horse in the world.

And So It Goes

 This is a picture of the corner store and post office in the village near our home.  At the end of the month, it is closing and will be replaced with

these outdoor mailboxes.  Kind of sad.
When we moved to the area about 30 years ago, the village had several businesses as well as being a stop on the main railway line between Montreal and Ottawa. Back then, a person could do most of their day to day affairs right in the village as there were two small groceries stores (one had a butcher, one had basic hardware), a clothing store with essentials like rubber boots and warm socks, two garages that sold gas and did repairs, and a bank.  All these businesses have closed except for the post office and a small restaurant which will close soon, too. Just up the road a little, was a French elementary school.  The school closed two years ago as enrollment had dropped to 12 students.  During the summer months, baseball and soccer leagues used to be played at the local field.
Now, it seems the village is just full of old people. No urban sprawl in this neck of the woods.
It is a case of no jobs, and the young people needing to move to the city to find work. I know it's not just happening here.  It's happening in most of rural Canada.  Still I find it sad, the hollowing out of rural villages.

Fun with Kale

 December 1st, and I still have some produce from the garden. How cool is that?

Finally after years of gardening, I planted kale this spring, and I have been really happy with how easy it has been to grow.  It is very insect resistant and has survived several hard frosts.

Kale is, of course, very nutritious having good amounts of vitamins A , C and K as well as calcium and other nutrients that are healthful.

Kale can be eaten raw, but cooking will mellow its taste.  I usually just saute it with some onions.  Lemon also goes well with it. 

Next year, I think I will also try some of the colourful ornamental kale which is edible as well as attractive to look at.

Kale will grow best in full sun, but mine was in part-shade and managed anyway.
If you start it indoors in early spring, you will be harvesting kale for several months.