Monthly Archives: May 2015

I ❤ Gardening

For years I have been an amateur horticulturalist… Yeah, right… Maybe ‘gardener’ is more to the point and maybe, if I asked my husband and grandsons who do all the actual ‘work’, they’d have another errr name for me…. Careful now boys, I am the one making lunch.

Okay…I am a supervisor.

I love the aesthetics of a well-planned garden and in the past worked very hard, on hands and knees to create my visions. Now I can gaze at clumps ablaze with spring perennials poking their way up out of the frozen earth to give colour to the snow. Bushes, blooming with all shades of green buds, usher in the warmer climes at a time when we need it most. Annuals bordering tall grasses, swaying in the warm breezes of an early spring. I love it all.

Carefully garden ornaments and focal points are removed from the sheds. Hours are spent cleaning and polishing, after a long winter’s respite. Gently they are put back into their places in the young, but growing daily, landscape. The children smell the hyacinths and fragrant lilacs knowing from experience which scent and which do not. They’ve been taught to eat from the garden too, but not yet. That will come further into the summer when they will steal a raspberry, blackberry or cherry tomato, popping them into their mouths as they play in the back garden.

We used to have a glorious cherry tree on the perimeter of our property. No one ate the cherries. They were left for the birds; but the flowers smell and beauty was a herald of spring. During a horrendous wind storm, a couple of years ago,  much to our and the birds’ dismay, it fell. It must have been at least sixty years old. It was a very sad day and we still miss it come springtime.

This year I have the honour of being the President of our local Horticulture Society. I think it’s just my turn, but hey, I still have the title.  That being the case I,  (I=Royal-We), may even attempt some major re-decorating, garden style.

Shhh . . .Don’t mention this to my husband and grandsons though; I think it might be better as a surprise ….

 

First day of Spring, Wednesday, 20 March 2013DB11

It’s Not all Fun, Games and Parrots on the Garage Roof at 36 Dorchester Road

(Written in 2013. Dale passed away in October of 2013 and is very much missed…LD)

DDI have two sisters. They are twins and four years my junior. They are as unalike as two people can be. They are both female and their initials are D. J. They both have dark brown hair, one child and work, or have worked in the medical field. However, that’s as far as it goes.

The last time they spent any quality time together was most likely in the womb. While bad driving was Dennie’s claim to fame, Dale’s is much more concerning and not quite as humorous unless, of course, you consider runaway squirrels in the I.C.U. funny !

A few years ago she went in for some emergency surgery, and woke up four months later. No one is really sure why. Doctors at the time advised shutting off the respirator, as they mistakenly thought she would never recover. She must have heard them because by the next morning she was showing signs of survival. Eventually she found her way out of the coma, learned to walk again and went back to work in the ER of our local hospital.

Two years later suffering from a respiratory infection she was again seen in the Emergency room. By evening she was once more put on life support. This time it was over three months until she finally emerged from her second coma. Miracles both. No debate with that. This time however her recovery wasn’t as complete and she is now mostly wheel chair bound and has taken a forced retirement. Having worked for 35 years that was a no brainer.

Anyway when she came out of the first coma did she have a story! Seems they evacuated everyone one on her floor in the middle of the night…All except her that is. By morning however the coast was clear, (I’m guessing here) and everyone was back in their designated beds, with one particular addition.

Somehow, a squirrel got into the I.C.U. (Stop laughing…) Seriously, a little brown, bushy tailed rodent was scurrying up and down the hallways of the 6th Floor and hiding …(drum roll) in Dale’s room, behind the curtains! Medication aside, people coming out of lengthy comas do have a tendency to hallucinate or at least think some of their ‘dreams’ while comatose were real. Time and long talks usually put all these things to rest.

Last week when reminiscing she looked at me somewhat annoyed and said: “You know it’s not nice to make fun of me …I had been sick and in a coma.”

Chastised and remorseful as only a big sister can be, I replied, “I realize that Dale but three months later you were still claiming that happened.”

Her response: “Oh yeah.”

In the last couple of years she has had a ‘few’ other delusionary episodes.
There was the “man with the pants” walking around her backyard – while we were playing cards, the little girl on her deck and my favourite, the parrot on the garage roof! The latest was two days ago when she called me at 4:00 AM because she couldn’t find her phone to call her son-in-law.

I warned her some time ago, keep this up and you’re going to appear in my novel….

All kidding aside, hopefully a change in her meds will solve this quirkiness, but oh how I am going to miss these additions to my story telling. Wonder if she would consider learning how to drive again? From what I remember she never once in her driving history ever turned left!

Maybe she had more in common with Dennie than I ever thought …

I started to ‘blog’ way back in 2008… but life intervened…So here I am again, older, hopefully wiser and grounded, literally in garden work and spring.