27 May 2014, 9:58am
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Outdoors Projects

You can see the world without leaving home: Our World Tuesday

Here the air is filled with the music of caws, tweets and power tools in every direction. Fences, decks, steps, all manner of cut and paint slap.

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Nature’s domain of self-seeded lettuce and arugula and getting on famously.

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The raised planting beds were busting at the seams so we’re replacing the boards. *Maybe* making them squirrel proof with chicken wire. Or, at least, we’re adding chicken wire to more of them.

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Look up! A pergola underway. Summer’s short and hot and an umbrella needs constant adjusting. Maybe slats will do the trick. Better privacy from higher neighbouring windows besides.

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The barbecue is ready for anything.

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Poor ole rhubarb hasn’t died yet. It doesn’t get enough sun there. We’ll have to move it once the beds are all ready.

In other types of projects, my blog tour is listed with other poet people at Matilda Magtree

26 May 2014, 12:10pm
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Let’s Get this Blog Started: A Workshop

Let’s Get this Blog Started, Wed. May 28, 7-8:30pm, $8

Even the tree mouth says ooooh:

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but it’s rooted to the spot. How about you?

Do you want to share your vision online? Come learn from CKCU radio host of Literary Landscapes and author or 2 books, Pearl Pirie.

Pearl has been blogging solo and in group blogs since 2003, she’ll walk you through what are the risks, pitfalls and considerations? Where to start? How often to write? Where? You’ll learn tips and strategies for writing online with flair and recieve an orientation on using wordpress, Blogger, vs Tumblr, fair use of content and living la vida online. Be you, but Bloggier.

Location: Board room, Dovercourt Recreation Centre

Register in online, by phone (613-798-8950 ext. 0) or in person at 411 Dovercourt Ave, Ottawa, or online with course code 91935.

Stay tuned or retune June 4th because I’m doing another workshop there: Another Notch Up: Poetry Workshop.

17 May 2014, 12:03pm
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Put Tulips Together & Blow

tulip doing iris impression
The tulip is doing its impression of an iris.

The laundry is going. The dishwasher is going.

turkish tulip curling shut
The Turkish tulips, first to bloom, are first to fold.

Laundry being folded. Backyard filled with the sound of power tools.

rain in the lilies
Something in relief of green in yesterday’s rain. It fell on me.

new leash on life
Something of the cat going to a low posture ready to bolt at everything that moves in the wind made me realize how fixed and still indoors is, how sound-insulated. How long winter has been.

lettuce, self-sown by Lettuce Bolted Sr.
The lettuce that bolted sowed itself. Half a raised garden bed of lettuce.

Waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in. Funny how my taking a pill changes everyone else, and the whole prospects of the future, isn’t it? Magic, so it is.

those changeable letters
How could I not go barefoot when I finally could? Follow the advice of signs.

No email since yesterday? Funny. Ah, I had a search string in.

bleeding hearts
Our bleeding hearts are at full bleed.

housefly in the rain
Mr. housefly is out taking in some sun.

Still on the camera I may have a Ms. Groundhog at Carleton U’s campus, or she may have moved too fast.

Dows Lake tulip
Time is lapse. When we went to the Tulip Fest last weekend there was more potential than blossom.

plant sculpture
More ops than tulips.

allo!
My aunt says hi.

table
Floral tables among the daffodils at Dow’s Lake.

schmozzle
Mostly it was hundreds of people per tulip and a schmozzle of a crowd. Busses parked. Double decker bus loads going past.

couple kites
Slightly off of the paths, people were flying kites.

Today, tomorrow there’s the Haiku Canada Weekend at Leeds Residence at Carleton U. Been underway for hours already. Once my get up and go arrives, I will too.

13 May 2014, 1:04pm
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Blogging is a form of muttering to yourself in a stage whisper with the oaths excised

Today my cooking mojo is comically MIA. Tried to make oatmeal and kept turning down the heat and it still burned. Apparently I was turning down the timer. Ah. Start again.

Take two was the lumpiest oatmeal in creation. I have heard of lumpy oatmeal but never seen it.

What’s the cause? Shall we make up some spurious causality like Divorce rate in Maine which correlate with Per capita consumption of margarine (US). What would lumpy oatmeal in Ontario correlate with? Rate of poem translations from Finish to Romanian?

And how can you do brownie wrong? So many ways as evidenced everywhere but I tried anyway except I forgot I was toasting the hazelnuts.

Maybe what I got going on is a smoke mojo.

Start again. Realized why the recipe seemed off. The base recipe was raw vegan (so that’s why the cooking time was 2 hours. Because low heat doesn’t count as heat. Not exactly my lived experience.)

Added nuts, coriander, cinnamon, chipotle, dried coconut and upped the cocoa by half to cut the prevailing taste of dates. Mixed with a recipe using baking powder and taking 20 minutes. It may not work at all. But at least there’s the holy bean’s aromotherapy of the room.

Yesterday I was good for nothing but I anticipated that. Going out to see family takes a couple days out of me. Even this time when everyone was in light spirits. It was easy. But then there’s the highspeed exposure therapy of driving so much.

If I see a mental wall, if I don’t address it, it thickens. Better to break it when it’s all iridescent thin. It is tiring but better than waiting until I need a axe and sweat to get thru.

Last night was a quiet evening in the 70s, watching The Dating Game with John Ritter. How natural an extension of himself his physical comedy was. How strange the year. What a difference from the Bachelor or BacheloToday my cooking mojo is comically MIA. Tried to make oatmeal and kept turning down the heat and it still burned. Apparently I was turning down the timer. Ah. Start again.

Take two was the lumpiest oatmeal in creation. I have heard of lumpy oatmeal but never seen it.

How can you do brownie wrong? So many ways as evidenced everywhere but I tried anyway except I forgot I was toasting the hazelnuts.

Maybe what I got going on is a smoke mojo.

Start again. Realized why the recipe seemed off. The base recipe was raw vegan (so that’s why the cooking time was 2 hours. Because low heat doesn’t count as heat. Not exactly my lived experience.)

Added nuts, coriander, cinnamon, chipotle, dried coconut and upped the cocoa by half to cut the prevailing taste of dates. Mixed with a recipe using baking powder and taking 20 minutes. It may not work at all. But at least there’s the holy bean’s aromotherapy of the room.

Yesterday I was good for nothing but I anticipated that. Going out to see family takes a couple days out of me. Even this time when everyone was in light spirits. It was easy. But then there’s the highspeed exposure therapy of driving so much. More Kanga in the Pantheon than Eoyore or Tigger.

If I see a mental wall, if I don’t address it, it thickens. Better to break it when it’s all iridescent thin. It is tiring but better than waiting until I need a axe and sweat to get thru.

Last night was a quiet evening in the 70s, watching The Dating Game with John Ritter. How natural an extension of himself his physical comedy was. How strange the year. What a difference from the Bachelor or Bachelorette. For all its hyper-sexualness it seems more innocent in the silly crass way.

There was also a nice reunion of Three’s Company of Suzanne and Joyce meeting after 30 years. There’s 3 parts. It seems less bullshittery than most presented communications.

My energies are perking but it’s just as well I’m up and about, with wood delivery for fence-building, and food delivery and a mason to give an estimate. Good mason methinks. He has a careful way of gazing at the world and looking more than he speaks. He cares for materials the way a kind shepherd might see more than sheep. Empathy like a certain book restorer shows towards a book.

He seems to know the history of it. Fellow on the level. There’s something trustworthy about dirt on the hand and tear in the sleeve.

Flying Banzini’s blog made a good point: “We say to friend A, “Gosh, friend B is really smart” but for some reason we don’t tell B this to his/her face. Weird.”

The good fight fought badly at least proves I got out of bed. My body is much happier if I don’t move. Once I persist in moving body gets over it and feels alright. It’s not so bad. In higher energy hours and there are a couple a day, it’s all boosters normal.

I fear I may have over-ambitioned myself for the week’s schedule of going out every night until next Monday. And some of the days.

At least I know my give a damn ain’t busted. Just a sprain. I feel like I don’t care but that’s just the fluster of pestering myself with made up have-to, want-to, got-to. You know when a plant is root bound and it starts cutting sap flow to certain branches, pulling back the extraneous, pulling the moisture back, letting some leaves drop so what remains isn’t so extended. Even plant intelligence can cover this. I think I should be able to.

10 May 2014, 11:04am
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Spring Activities

radial forsynthia
Radial forsythia

forsynthia
Forsythia with radial tires.

rhubarb
To our surprise, the rhubarb revived. We should move it to a less shady spot and away from the squirrel freeway. Much to do, rebuild the raised bed, expand one of them, finish the garden studio, fence the back yard, put in the handrail at the front, a form of sun-shading at the back, plant more flowers, move some box hedge. It seems more like years of work instead of a season.

ferns
In North Carolina the ferns were at peak of lifespan, some of ours our just breaking the ground. But go, plant, grow.

bleeding hearts in maple bed
Our bleeding hearts are being deluged with an understory of a maple forest. Got to get at that too.

So much to blog but so much to live. Music, poetry, cycling, (fingers crossed I can do that if hopped up on enough ibuprofen) and seeing mom for her birthday.

And in a few days, the launch of my train chapbook at Pressed Cafe and, appropriately enough, the Railroad Series. I’ll be with co-readers John Pass and Catherine Brunet. I’ll be putting out a special oocasion mini chapbook of her poems for the event. See details and bring your train whistle if you’ve got it. Or honk along at home wherever you are.

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