Peace

Dense blazing star (Liatris spicata)

The house is quiet again. No more folding paper airplanes, building LEGO tractors, looking out for the deer, watching the quail families hunt for food. Well…I can still watch the wildlife in my backyard on my own but I admit that it is much more exciting to see the looks of amazement in my grandson’s eyes!

The chair on my deck is no longer occupied by anyone but me and I can return to enjoying some simple quiet moments. The chirping of birds and the distant rumble of traffic. Sipping my third cup of coffee.

But I do miss the chatter of excited little boys after a night of sound sleeping. Each morning they would call “grandma, grandma” while looking out every window trying to find me. With the heat wave so severe for the past 2+ weeks I had to do the gardening and water the plants very early in the mornings.

My variegated Dogwood might just survive. We have two to three more days of intense heat, then it will hopefully be back to normal summer heat.

These blazing stars started blooming soon after my guests arrived, attracting honeybees and bumblebees—more opportunity for discovery.

Though I will miss having my grandsons here, I do admit that I was counting down the days until their flight home.

Twins

Mule deer fawns

These two siblings were lounging in my backyard just after sunset a few days ago. I live in the middle of a small city of 160,000 people. Wildlife seems quite abundant, with deer visiting almost daily, coyotes patrolling the streets at night and reports of cougars lying in wait for deer at a nearby creek.

The dogwood, now surrounded by bird netting to keep it safe from deer, is still clinging to life. We are in the middle of a heat wave that is threatening to dry up every plant in my garden. The garden is my sanctuary.

Since taking this photo I have seen the fawns many times. Sometimes they are just walking through with their mother, sometimes resting and sometimes playing.

Rules

Variegated Kousa Dogwood

Where I now live there are rules. One of them is that I need permission to plant any tree or shrub. I applied properly to see if I could plant two trees that would not grow no taller than 20 feet. The person who gives permission must have been very busy last month since it took over a week for her to let me know that I could plant one tree and one shrub.

I applied before the heat wave, but wasn’t able to buy and plant my dogwood tree until right at the start of the heat wave. Last night after the deer devoured several clusters of hydrangeas, she started heading straight for my new dogwood. This is the tree that I was given permission to plant. It cost more than my last grocery run, and was supposed to be deer resistant!

My grandsons were at the living room window, watching in awe the first deer that they had seen in real life! And they saw their grandma chasing it across the street…encouraging it to go to the beautiful buffet on the corner.

Whenever I go to visit my grandsons in Europe, my daughter lays down the rules for me to follow. There are many, and I try very hard to follow them in order to have a peaceful visit. They arrived at my home a few days ago, and to allow for a potentially good visit I kept the rules to a minimum of one rule. That was to wait 3-5 days before visiting my mother in the care home. This was the advice given to me from the nursing staff at the care home in order to keep the residents safe from any potential illness picked up while traveling. Yes, it was one rule too many, and impossible for them to follow. So, now I pay for it.

Gardening helps me get through the stress. I have many more flowers, and one shrub to plant in the coming days and will need to spend time morning and evening watering by hand. I’m not sure how long I will get the silent treatment this time, but I’m sure it will outlast the visit. 😢

Warmth

Gia & Lacy

Moving back to Kelowna has its blessings. My son and I are able to spend more time together. After hikes with his two girls, Gia and Lacy, he often invites me to meet him at a restaurant or pub that allows dogs on the patio. Here they are resting beneath the picnic table.

Gia is a Heeler; Lacy is a Heeler, Border collie mix. Lacy is about 10 months old and Gia is around 3 years old. They are very energetic dogs and thrive on the attention and discipline they receive from my son.

Those “dates” with my son are both relaxing and fun. We catch up on news, talk about his sisters, and make plans for the next date. Since he works in the hospitality industry we often run into his friends and colleagues and I am known as “mom” to many of them! It’s a warm feeling to be accepted into their community so easily.

Weeds

Not my calla lilies

These gorgeous calla lilies in the yard across the narrow street from my sister’s house were barely noticeable from the road. She spotted them hiding behind a garden of weeds. The elderly home owner moved recently to a care home and the home has not yet sold.

My sister and I are very different from each other. She insisted that we go take a closer look at the lilies — if I was alone there would be no way I would step into a stranger’s yard! “If we weed the garden then the house might sell quickly”. First of all — that is not our business! Secondly, who gave us permission to invade their space?

If someone asked me for help I would be right there. I like to help others. But who gives us the right to criticize, find fault with their gardening, or think that we know best. I finally convinced my sister that if the gentleman’s family asked her to weed his garden that that was when she could start.

I wish I could just tell her how I feel about her lack of boundaries without hurting her feelings. Her husband and I have been able to convince her that just walking into my house unannounced, without knocking, was inappropriate. I knew there would be struggles when I bought a home close to theirs, and I am trying hard to look at the positives every day.

There will be a huge celebration in my mind the first time she comes here and says nothing about what I want, doesn’t move things around in my house to make it look better and doesn’t point out or pull out weeds as she leaves.

Lifelong learning

I learned something new yesterday. Deer sometimes sleep with legs outstretched and head bent back.

At first I noticed this doe in backyard, sleeping with her head held high and eyes closed. The next time I looked she was like this. So I started some google searches to find out if this is normal, and apparently it is.

My father, an educator, who encouraged life-long learning was frequently signing up for workshops and classes. He studied new computer programs, how to grow roses, wine-making, and many other subjects that grabbed his interest.

In my younger years I couldn’t understand why we had to see every dam and every museum that we encountered on trips. Now I understand! It wasn’t only for the increased knowledge, but for the experience of learning about different things—cultures, technology, inventions. Even in the final years of my father’s life he and I would travel to different countries and different provinces within Canada. For months before we set off he would do research. Years ago that research involved writing to the tourist bureaus in the area, and later he researched online.

Lifelong learning keeps a person humble, young and interesting.

Sisters

Even a three year old seems to understand the important bond of sisters. From first greeting she was as gentle as a toddler can be in times of great excitement.

I started to consider the close bond my youngest two children have. They have been supportive of each other through childhood, teen years and adulthood. Through the early days of life in Canada when they had been dragged away from everything familiar to them; through the following years in an abusive home; through middle school and high school, raising themselves in a single-parent home; through physical distance with daily text messages and frequent phone calls.

It is my hope that Aletheia and Cleo will grow up emulating the beautiful example of love and support they witness between their mom and auntie.

Waiting

Art stories

Today is a quiet day. My granddaughter is still too sick to go to pre-school, her auntie is resting, dad is at work and mama is resting and waiting….

We played with a ball, read some books, sang about the Slippery Fish and told stories with art. Today it was about storm clouds above the castle with rain watering the fields.

It has been a stressful couple of days with contractions that come and go, a trip to the hospital, frustration of prodromal labour, and a cold being passed around. But today might be the day.

A loveliness of ladybugs

Last week I began planting a garden for my daughter. I have never seen so many ladybugs gathered in one area in my life! Each shovel full of dirt that was turned over revealed juicy fat worms and let loose another loveliness of ladybugs. The ladybugs were not in the dirt, but were hiding in the grass and beneath the dried leaves.

The neighbour told me that he doesn’t rake up the final layer of leaves in the fall in order to give the bugs a place to thrive.

We all need a place to rest and to thrive.