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A Poem Worth Sharing …

December 19, 2017

I found this poem by KJ Eastwick to be quite thought-provoking and wanted to share it with my followers.

I have a compass

A moral one

To do the right

And not the wrong

But with this needle

Comes some grief

For right is hard

And long and tiring

This arrow points in one direction

It never moves

And never quivers

And thus I do what’s right

For those who fall off the path

I congratulate your ability

To throw that compass

Out of the door

For those who change direction

I’d really like to know

Just how you did it

And why it does not pain you so?

via A moral Compass — Stories from an eclectic mind

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The Age of Elegance

December 11, 2017
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Typical women’s wear, circa 1953

My husband and I have been watching a BBC Masterpiece Mystery series (Grantchester) that is set in 1953.  The women are generally attired in flounced dresses and/or full length gowns (‘evening wear’); the men wear sharply pressed shirts under suit jackets and ties (or tuxedos for ‘fancy dress’ parties). Only last night, I commented to my husband how elegant they all looked, and lamented the fact that the ‘age of elegance seems to have passed us by.

I was born that year (1953). Growing up, my parents both attended and hosted social gatherings with friends (we were a ‘middle class’ family) where the women always ‘dressed up’ – most often in knee length ‘party frocks’, but occasionally in full length dresses (at Christmas and New Years) and the men wore their best suits, often with vests and always with a tie.  Weddings and high school proms (right through the early 70s) always called for full length ‘evening gowns’ for the women/girls and dress suits for the men/boys.  Even the youngest of girls wore pretty dresses with crinolines underneath, white gloves, and occasionally a fancy hat to Sunday School or church. Their mothers wore stockings, gloves, and hats with their dresses; men had ‘Sunday best’ suits and they always removed their (required) hats when entering the church (or any building, for that matter).

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A photo from “Mad Men”

Working women (teachers, office workers, nurses, etc.) never wore slacks; men (unless working in a ‘skilled trade’) were always dressed in suits and ties (and if they removed their jackets while working in their solitary offices, they always put them back on when meeting with customers, clients, or managers). You only have to look at movies or TV shows about the era (or images from them) – like “Mad Men” – to see what I mean.

LeisureSuitsIt wasn’t until the late 1970s that ‘pantsuits’ became acceptable office attire for women (that often indecently short ‘mini skirts’ were allowed prior to that time, but not slacks, has always struck me as a bit odd), and men were ‘forgiven’ for not wearing a jacket or a tie at all times (unfortunately, the late 70s also brought about the age of the polyester ‘leisure suit’ for men).

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Typical office wear today

Gradually, as the years passed, dress ‘codes’ (or the unspoken expectations regarding appropriate attire for those working in offices, schools, etc.) were relaxed and we now find both men and women wearing everything from pretty ‘day dresses’ (women) and three piece suits (men and women) to casual slacks and shirts (on both sexes) in just about every environment. It seems the only ones who really get ‘all dressed up’ these days (in evening gowns and tuxedos) are the fabulously wealthy – and then only when they attend awards galas or events hosted by other members of the ‘extremely rich and famous’ set. It’s sort of sad, if you ask me.

sharon_margoWhen I was young I loved getting ‘dressed up’ for church and friends’ birthday parties, or other special events. I couldn’t wait to be allowed to wear stockings (complete with garter belt), high heels, and lipstick. Putting on a full length gown for a wedding (or my high school prom) made me feel like a princess (I still love to wear them; at my niece’s wedding in 2008 [see photo, right], there were only three guests in full length dresses – myself, my mother, and my sister; at my son’s wedding in 2015, the bride’s grandmother and I were the only ones, other than the bride, who chose to wear long dresses).

DressForSuccessBookCover_80sEven at work, I resisted the trend towards wearing pants in the office (and later, in the classroom). I still remember the first time I decided not to wear stockings (‘pantyhose’ by that time) to work; it was the summer of 1983 or 84 and we were in the midst of a blisteringly hot heat wave and the classrooms were stifling. The (female) instructor who taught in the room next to me actually noticed my bare legs, and we got into a discussion about how we both believed that teachers (we taught at the local Community College) should dress to set an example for our students (magazines like ‘Working Woman’ and ‘Dress for Success’ [amazingly, written by a man] were very popular around that time). Then we looked around at our (all female) classes (we taught Office Administration specialties) and realized most were in cut off jeans, shorts and t-shirts – and laughed. Clearly, no one had been paying any attention! I started wearing pants to work shortly  thereafter (mostly because I often ended up on my hands and knees under desks, trying to repair computer connection issues – something you didn’t want to do in a dress). Slacks, a dress shirt with a vest or blazer became my ‘go to’ teaching attire for the remainder of my career.

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A colleague and I, Convocation 1977

By the time the 21st century arrived, pretty much everyone I knew dressed very casually (with the exception of two male Business teachers who always wore dress shirts, dark pants, and ties to work every single day – bless them). If a female teacher appeared at the front of the classroom in a dress, some student would invariably ask, “What’s the occasion?” (Admittedly, it was usually an Awards or Convocation Day!) “Dressing down” on “Casual Fridays” (where ‘casual wear’ took on a whole new meaning – and not, in my opinion, an appropriate one) was far more conventional than “dressing up” for special events!

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My parents ‘all dolled up’ for a nostalgia night at the museum (mid-1990s)

I don’t have much occasion for ‘dressing up’ these days. I suspect I will always don a full length ‘gown’ for weddings, and a respectful ‘day dress’ for funerals. During the summer, I nearly always put on a long sundress (‘maxidress’) after my shower at the end of a long, hot day in the garden (my mother always ‘dressed for dinner’; I take after her in many ways!), and I like nothing more than to put on something special (occasionally a dress, more often than not dressy pants and a nice top) when my husband takes me out to dinner (even if it’s just the local family restaurant).  There is something very special about getting ‘all dolled up’ (as my father used to call it) to go out – it’s demonstrates a combination of respect (for your host/hostess and/or venue), self-confidence, poise, and pride in your appearance. I wish we could bring it back into vogue, because elegance deserves to be recognized and celebrated – not relegated to the annals of nostalgia by those of us on … the other side of 55.

Age: It’s Just a Number

December 2, 2017

“Age is just a number, and agelessness means not buying into the idea that a number determines everything from your state of health to your attractiveness to your value. You can be younger at 60 than you were at 30 because you’ve changed your attitude and your lifestyle. To be ageless is to defy the rules of what it supposedly means to be this age or that age. It is, quite simply, to never ‘grow old’ – to never feel as if the best days are behind you and it’s all downhill from here.”

Christiane Northrup, M.D. (from ‘Goddesses Never Age’).

There’s a great line in the original Crocodile Dundee movie when Sue asks Mick when he was born and he says, “In the summer”. He has no idea how many years he has lived (i.e., how ‘old’ he is), and so his age doesn’t limit him. We should all think that way. Age, after all, is just a number.

HowOld.gifApparently it was Satchel Paige who originally posed the question, “How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?”.  It’s something I’ve pondered many times. I’d love to say my instantaneous response would be “21” or “25” (both good years) but that’s probably stretching things a bit. I know (without having to think about it) that during my 30s I was busy raising two boisterous boys while teaching part time and volunteering and looking after a household (basically burning the candle at both ends AND in the middle), so I don’t immediately think of my ‘now’ age as anywhere within that decade. But the 40s? Yes! (the second half, anyway). Those were mostly positive, productive, happy, busy years. Filled with challenges, yes, and change (lots of change!) but I felt alive and valued and, by the time I was on the cusp of 50, reborn as the person I was always meant to be.  So when I think about my ‘psychological age’, I think “47”, which was a very good year! (NOTE: unfortunately, there were some years that followed – filled with long hours of teaching, corporate politics, the stress of living in a busy city, the challenges of teenagers, aging parents, vindictive family members, and the poor lifestyle choices that resulted – when my ‘psychological age’ not only matched my ‘chronological age’, but maybe even surpassed it; fortunately, I’ve been able to reverse that in the past few years.)

AntiAgingI find it rather distressing when I see so many ads (on TV and in magazines, etc.) promoting ‘anti aging’ products (which, let’s face it, can’t possibly deliver on that promise; no face cream or serum or hair dye can ‘anti age’ you – they can only ‘minimize’ or ‘disguise’ the physical signs of aging like wrinkles or grey hair). Still, between ‘conventional wisdom’ and marketing messages, we’ve been brainwashed into believing that as we get older (past 25, or 30, or 40, or 50 …) our skin will sag, our muscles will become lax, we’ll gain weight, chronic diseases (heart issues, diabetes, cancer) will set in, we’ll be likely to suffer from brain-related illnesses like dementia and Alzheimer’s, we’ll become immobile (from knee or hip or back problems), etc. etc. We’ve been convinced that it’s pretty much inevitable – that there’s nothing we can do about it and we may as well just give up and accept it. Well, I’m here to tell you: that’s WRONG!!

OrbitLet’s face it – we’re getting ‘older’ from the moment we’re born. Time passes – the earth rotates around the sun every 365¼ days and, chronologically, we’ve ‘aged’ one more year. Most people expect to live a maximum of 75 or 80 years; many believe that anyone who makes it to 90 or 100 has really good genes (or exceptionally good luck). Recent research, however, suggests that only 25% of longevity is determined by genetics; the other 75% is due to lifestyle and environmental factors. That means that if you improve those (eat healthier, exercise regularly, practice positive thinking and engage in spiritual practices like meditation or yoga), you actually CAN ‘anti-age’ (‘turn back the hands of time’) by as much as eight years!

If you follow any health-related news, you’ve no doubt seen articles about advances in brain ‘plasticity’, the benefits of exercise and ‘eating right’, the advances being made in extending life spans. Here are just some of the things researchers have ‘discovered’ in the last decade or so (adapted from ‘Aging Backwards’ by Miranda Esmonde-White):

  • Our brains don’t stop growing or begin to ‘die’ when we are in our mid-twenties; they are actually quite plastic. So long as we keep mentally (and physically) active, our brains keep growing and new brain cells are added well into our ‘twilight years’.
  • Our metabolism only ‘takes a hit’ after 40 if we do absolutely nothing to prevent it slowing down. People who consistently exercise for 30 minutes a day at least 3 days a week can completely avoid age related metabolic slowdown (and actually retain the same metabolism as people in their 20s).
  • Age isn’t the main culprit when it comes to wrinkles and ‘sagging skin’. You can keep your skin looking youthful by regularly applying moisturizer and sunscreen (and wearing clothing that protects against the sun’s harmful rays), eating a fruit and veggie rich diet (the antioxidants in fruits and vegetables fight the free radicals that age skin), drinking plenty of water, getting a good night’s sleep, and exercising to defeat gravity’s impact on elasticity and firmness.
  • Muscles don’t ‘fade away’ just because we’re getting older. They get weak because we stop using them (to their full capacity). “If you don’t use it, you lose it.” Regular exercise and ‘strength training’ can not only prevent muscle loss, but you can regain what’s been lost through inactivity by exercising regularly.
  • Similarly, your joints are not ‘destined to fail’. Most knee, hip, shoulder and back problems aren’t caused by age – they are caused by mismanagement (improper footwear, poor posture, being overweight). If we put them through proper range of motion training, learn to walk / run properly, don’t overstress them, and support them with strong, flexible muscles (see above), they’ll last forever.
  • Diseases like cancer, heart disease, diabetes, etc. are also not inevitable. Many of these diseases are caused by poor lifestyle choices (smoking, drinking, being overweight / obese, eating a high-glycemic diet, not exercising, having a negative attitude towards life). You can stay healthy well into your ‘third act’ if you work at it.

Weak_StrongWhat all the recent research is proving is that most of the symptoms we associate with ‘aging’ aren’t the result of years of ‘wear and tear’ on our bodies, but of the negative effects of misuse and abuse – choices we’ve made (many based on the lifestyles we’ve adopted in the last hundred or so years) that our bodies weren’t designed for and can’t adapt to. The good news is that it is all quite preventable and/or reversible! You can ‘age backwards’ if you’re willing to do the work and have the desire to live longer (and healthier).

My husband and I are living proof of this. Before he retired in 2016 and we moved to the country, we were over-stressed, overweight, and weak. We’d experienced repeated physical ailments like back problems, knee problems, shoulder problems, hip problems, chronic upper respiratory ailments, migraines, and colds that wouldn’t go away. We slept poorly, ate poorly and felt crappy most of the time. But now, after sixteen months of caring for four acres of land (nearly three acres of which is forest; another 10,000 square feet is lawn and garden), stretching our muscles regularly and walking 2.5 km (1.5 miles) daily, practicing mindfulness and gratitude constantly, and undertaking activities that both challenge and engage/interest us, we’re fitter, healthier, thinner and happier than we’ve been in nearly 15 years. We don’t think in terms of how ‘old’ we are – we’re ageless. It takes effort, yes, but the end result has been worth every moment, because we’re both planning on spending a good many more years here on … the other side of 55.

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Standing Up for What’s Right

November 15, 2017

ExcellenceQuoteImagine, if you will, an organization built on the premise of providing the best quality ‘product’ imaginable for ‘customers’ in their community. They hire people with proven expertise, a commitment to excellence, and a deep-seated desire to effect positive change. The goal is to provide an exemplary end result, no matter the ‘quality’ of the raw goods they’re provided with. They set to work and the results are immediate – great things begin to happen.

Over the years, despite the inevitable changes in technology, resources, equipment, supplies, and raw materials, the organization prospers and grows, processing tens of thousands of ‘units’ to the delight and satisfaction of a broad range of ‘customers’.

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Collaboration drives success

The employees collaborate with one another, devise new and exciting methods for achieving their outcomes, and continually strive to improve not only how they work, but what they turn out. Many are recognized and applauded for their innovative strategies and exceptional work ethic – encouraging them to ‘go further’. Quality is ensured through rigorous testing; failure is accepted as a means of ensuring the overall quality of the organization’s output. The employees, although often overworked and occasionally under-appreciated, take great pride in ‘a job well done’ and seek to continually improve and grow. They are confident that the ‘product’ they’ve helped mold over years of consolidated effort will perform effectively ‘right out of the box’ and serve the community for many years to come. They take pride in what they do.

CheckboxesNow imagine that, after thirty years of success and growth, changes beyond the control of those hard working and dedicated workers come to pass. New managers, some with no experience in the field, are brought in to ‘improve the bottom line’ by increasing output and reducing costs. They institute a ‘list of accomplishments’ that, in many cases, don’t reflect the organization’s actual mandate. Employees are hired who have no knowledge of the organization’s fundamental principles, several degrees but no relevant (i.e., work related) experience, and little interest in doing much more than ‘putting in their time’. Much of the workforce is gradually replaced (as the organization grows, and the ‘old timers’ retire) by lower paid part-time and contract workers, until the ratio is roughly 25% full time to 75% part-time (saving the organization millions in salaries and benefits).

OneSizeCollaboration among workers is discouraged, proven methods are dismissed, and a ‘new way of doing things’ is put into place that requires a ‘one size fits all’ approach to nearly every aspect of the job. ‘Fast track manuals’, ‘how to videos’, ineffective PowerPoint presentations, and strict (but unproductive and inefficient) ‘rules of engagement’ are designed by people with ‘advanced degrees’, most of whom have never actually done the job they’re advising others how to do. Quality control becomes a ‘Does it work at a minimally acceptable level?’ yes or no process; there is no longer any relevant testing to ensure the ‘product’ performs as expected by the ‘customer’. Failure is seen as unacceptable (in other words, everything ‘passes’, whether it ‘works’ or not). More ‘units’ are processed and pushed ‘out the door’ than ever before (with many destined for foreign markets that will shell out four times what the domestic market will pay).

And despite the obvious decline of the quality of the organization’s output, despite the concerns expressed by the long-time employees who want some say in decision-making and change, despite the expressed frustration of ‘customers’ who no longer receive a viable product (but have nowhere else to go for what they need), the organization refuses to admit that they’ve lost sight of why they came into existence in the first place, of their original commitment to excellence and innovation, and of their role in the community.  They strip the employees of all authority to do the work they were hired to do, continue to undermine quality by hiring casual workers (who have little long-term stake in the company’s success or failure), and revel in the fact that ‘easy does it’ seems to have ‘won the day’. Concerns are dismissed out of hand; management’s attitude is, ‘Live with it!’

LiveWithItIf you worked for this organization, how would you react? Put up and shut up? Or step up and try to do something about it?

This isn’t some imaginary scenario. In a nutshell (or a 600 word piece of ‘creative non-fiction’) this is what the current strike by Ontario Community College teachers is all about. It’s not about money; it’s not about vacations or child care or benefits. It’s about restoring integrity to the classrooms, ensuring equity in employment between full time and part-time faculty (and job security for those on cyclical contracts), and about allowing faculty – the people who are actually DOING THE JOB OF TEACHING OUR YOUNG PEOPLE WHAT THEY NEED TO KNOW IN ORDER TO SURVIVE IN TODAY’S WORKING ENVIRONMENT – a voice at the decision-making table and in the classroom. They want no more than to take part in determining what they teach and how they teach it to ensure that the ‘end product’ (the students of today who will become the workers of tomorrow) get what they’ve paid for: a quality education and the skills they need to succeed.

My husband I both taught in the community college system for over twenty years; we both retired (early) because we couldn’t abide the changes that were taking place around us (e.g., being told to ‘dumb down’ our curriculum, teach ‘the same way as everyone else’ [despite the success of our tried and true methods], pass even the weakest students, move to purely objective [true/false, multiple choice] testing vs. subjective [long answer, practical demonstration of knowledge] assessment, adapt content for ‘online learning’ [so students can ‘teach themselves’ – if they could do that, why do they come to college?], work from ‘course in a box’ outlines, etc.) These ‘requests’ went against everything we believed in, what we’d worked hard to achieve; we were being asked to participate in a repugnant shift from educating students to ensuring there were ‘bums in the seats and dollars in the coffers’. And we aren’t the only ones who just couldn’t take it anymore.

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Generally, I don’t condone strike action (and I rarely write about ‘political’ issues) but I feel compelled to do so here. Without recognition/acknowledgement of the systemic problems within the Colleges, and real, significant changes (that will allow qualified faculty to have a say in what goes on in their classrooms), our province’s future is at risk. (Honestly, few young people can learn much of anything – never mind real world skills that make them employable – by ‘following along in a textbook’, watching videos, reading/listening to boilerplate PowerPoint presentations, and filling out ‘bubble sheet’ exams; college learning was designed on the principle that knowledge is gained through explanation, demonstration and practice.)  I support those who want to do ‘what’s right’ for those they teach, even if all I can do is sit on the sidelines and watch from here on … the other side of 55.

 

 

 

My Gingerly Family

November 9, 2017

The mind is a funny thing. When I saw the Daily Prompt  this morning (‘gingerly’), my mind immediately went to ‘ginger’, the commonly-used term today for a person with red hair.

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My ginger sister & I, 1958

My parents had five children over the span of 16 years; four of us are dark-haired, one is a ‘ginger’ (my closest sister). Being the only redhead in the family, she often asked my parents why she was different. My father would tease her by saying he’d left a note out for the milkman (in the 1950s, milk was delivered right to the house) that read “two quarts of milk and one quart of cream” but it rained overnight and when the milkman read it, he thought it said, “one little red headed girl” (that my father thought this was amusing says something about his unique sense of humour; that my sister believed the story for years says something about her gullibility as a child).

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Grammy Cook 1975

 

No one bothered to explain to her (or the rest of us, I suppose) that my mother’s mother had been a red-head in her younger days (by the time my sister and I were born, my grandmother was in her 70s and completely grey, although as I look at photos of her now, I can see the tiniest hint of red in her hair) and of Irish descent, so red hair certainly ran in the family (whether we would have understood that or not is debatable, I suppose; besides, the “being left on the doorstep by the milkman” story was much more exciting, if a little morally questionable).

As both my brothers and my oldest sister and I married and had children (my ‘ginger’ sister chose to remain childless) – and our children had children – there was always speculation about whether or not any of them would be born with red hair. My mother had always said she wanted a little red-haired grandchild; at the time of her death in 2012, she had twelve grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren – none of them ‘gingers’. It seemed as if the ‘red hair gene’ had disappeared from the family line.

However, there is still hope for a reappearance of this unique family trait. You see – even though less than 2% of the Canadian population has (natural) red hair – both my boys have married ‘gingers’ (people comment on this curious fact fairly often!) So officially there are now two ‘gingers’ in the ‘next generation’ of my family (and I occasionally catch a glint of red in my granddaughter’s curls!) Who knows – there might be many more ‘gingerly’ children born into future generations. In the meantime, though, I’ll enjoy and treasure the ones who currently share my life here on … the other side of 55.

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My boys and their ginger girls (Christmas 2014)

 

 

 

The Difference a Year Makes

August 7, 2017

A little over a year ago my husband and I packed up all our worldly possessions and moved from a nice house in an urban setting (a city that was getting far too crowded, noisy and busy to suit our dispositions) to a much larger country property in a rural community approximately 85 km (50 miles) to the southwest (a ‘retirement plan’ we’d been discussing from the time we first met; see When Someday Becomes Today).

When you reach ‘a certain age’, you think you pretty much know everything you need to know in order to survive and thrive in any environment. I didn’t think there was an awful lot about living ‘in the country’ that I wasn’t at least vaguely aware of, or knowledgeable about. How wrong I was! Here are (some of) the things I’ve learned in the last year:

  • There are more shades of green in the country than I ever could have imagined.
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    Country Sunset

    When the sun goes down (or the power goes out), it is ‘pitch black’ outside. (I didn’t really understand that term until one evening, shortly after we’d moved here, when I had to drive home after dark on then-unfamiliar roads; at the time I didn’t even know where the ‘high beam’ controller was on my car – because I’d never had to use it in the ‘ambient light’ environment of a big urban centre.) But when the sun DOES go down, it’s quite often the most spectacular sight on earth!

  • Time and distance have a completely different relationship in the country than in the city (see my earlier post on The Time Distance Paradox).
  • It doesn’t matter how often you travel the same country roads; the view is different every single time (because there’s always something growing, dying back, or changing colour).
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    A pileated woodpecker  did this!

    The bigger the woodpecker, the larger the holes it drills in trees. We have small downey and hairy, larger (mid-sized) red-headed and red-bellied, and huge pileated woodpeckers in our forest; the holes drilled by the latter are enormous (and pileated woodpeckers look like pterodactyls when they’re flying).

  • Chipmunks and squirrels are not afraid of humans; I believe they see us as the ‘interlopers’ in THEIR territory and often make their annoyance with us known (by chattering loudly and/or staking a claim to their spaces; see The True Meaning of Tenacity).
  • Dragonflies and damselflies come in every conceivable size, shape and colour (and they eat mosquito larvae – how advantageous is that?!?!?)
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    Three of 11 turkey vultures sitting in my tree

    Turkey vultures ‘roost’ from sunset until early morning in groups in tall trees (that one particular family group of up to 15 of these enormous birds chose a pine tree in my front yard for this purpose pleases me no end); they spread their immense wings to wash them during a rainstorm and to dry them on a sunny morning (the sunlight apparently also kills any bacteria lurking in their feathers). And when they ‘launch’ themselves (one after the other) from the tree, the sound their wings makes is reminiscent of someone shaking out a rug or a very heavy blanket.

  • No matter how often you weed a garden, the weeds will be back within days; it’s a never-ending cycle (something I have yet to come to accept!)
  • Poison ivy can grow in the forest as a low-lying plant, a shrub, and/or a vine; it’s insidious and can only be killed by pulling it up by the roots (NOT recommended for those who are sensitive to its caustic oils, like me) or spraying with a highly controlled herbicide (available in urban areas because it grows EVERYWHERE!) Fortunately, my husband seems unaffected by the nasty plant and has managed to eradicate it – by spraying the low lying plants and yanking the vines out by the roots – from the garden areas and pathways along the edge of our forest (but not before I suffered from a rash on my forearms and parts of my legs last fall).
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    A field of ‘weeds’

    Most of our native (southern Ontario) roadside ‘weeds’ (misunderstood wildflowers, IMO) have either purple or yellow flowers (with the occasional white, blue, pink or orange thrown in for contrast); they grow to great heights during a wet spring/summer season, and attract an impressive number of birds and butterflies (and they grow back within a week of being cut down by the shoulder-clearing county tractor).

  • In the city, far too many drivers (IMO) think a yellow light means ‘speed up’; in the country, we have yabos (usually in tricked-out pickup trucks) who think a solid (or even a double) yellow line is merely a ‘suggestion’ not to pass other motorists (so you can never assume that the vehicle in your rear view mirror is going to follow the rules!) This is one of the only ‘negatives’ I’ve encountered out here.
  • As a counter-point to the observation above, nearly everyone slows down and/or pulls over to the far side of the road (and WAVES!) when they see a couple of former ‘townies’ walking along the side of the road (something very few people seem to do out here; we, however, thoroughly enjoy our daily walks).
  • Speaking of walking: ‘going to the corner and back’ is a 2.5 km (1.5 mile) walk (either north or south); ‘going around the block’ is a 5 km (3 mile) trek; we do the first almost daily (sometimes extending our strolls ‘around the corner’ and going 1 km or so further); we’ve done the second walk only once so far (but plan to do it again before the summer is over).
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    Frozen fog on the side of the house

    Fog is nothing more than very low lying cloud; on early fall mornings, it spreads its floating tendrils all the way from the ground to the tops of the tallest trees (around 100 feet) and beyond; this low moisture is what makes the area good for growing crops like tobacco and ginseng. And in the winter, we have frozen fog (something I didn’t even know existed) – it sticks to horizontal (like the sides of the house) as well as vertical surfaces.

  • Nearly everyone who lives and works outside the ‘big urban centres’ is friendly, accommodating, helpful, and just plain NICE; we’ve encountered very few people who are rude, dismissive, uncooperative, or unhelpful (a far-too-common occurrence in ‘the city’).
  • The local (small town) grocery store is considered ‘busy’ when there are more than six cars in the parking lot; the Beer Store, hardware store, and LCBO (liquor store) rarely have more than one person at a time shopping in them (oftentimes there are more [helpful] staff than customers in the stores).
  • ‘Public servants’ really are public servants. The workers in the post office (where we had to pick up our mail until our mailbox was installed at the end of the driveway) remembered me after only one visit; the local Librarian not only remembered my name and my reading preferences after meeting me once, but was soon recommending books for me to read, and calling me personally when a book I’ve put on hold arrives (and speaking of ‘holds’ – in the city, a new release would generally have anywhere from 12 to 100 ‘holds’ on it by the time I saw it listed in the Library  newsletter; here, a new release has maybe 2 or 3 people wanting to read the book ahead of me; I feel like I’m always up to date!); the MTO (Ministry of Transport) office is never, ever busy (in ‘the city’ there would be lineups out the doors; here, we’ve been the only ones in the place!)
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    Otterville Classic Car Show

    Every small town has at least one ‘festival’ during the spring/summer/fall months. From nostalgia days to maple syrup and ice cream festivals to harvest festivals (not to mention truck and tractor pulls, classic car displays, swap meets and local horticultural show/sales, and the Canada 150 celebrations this year) there is something for everyone (and something you can ‘do’ nearly every single weekend from early April through late October).

  • Encountering ‘traffic’ on a drive to town (8 km / 5 miles away) means seeing one or two vehicles on the road; even a drive to the nearest city (25 km / 15 miles) is a pleasant experience, with no more than a few dozen cars travelling on the roads with you.
  • There’s something enormously satisfying about eating locally-grown food, and enjoying plants and flowers purchased from a roadside stand or market (especially considering you are contributing to the local economy at the same time).

I’m sure there are many more things yet to learn as we continue to live our dream here on … the other side of 55.

Eating the Elephant

June 14, 2017

Eat An Elephant 2Yesterday, as I gazed across the massive expanse of grass in my new backyard – the one that desperately needs weeding – I was reminded of the old joke, “How do you eat an elephant?” (The answer, of course, is, “One bite at a time.”)

My previous (city) property was a good size (approximately 60’ x 180’), with lots of trees and two manageable garden areas (the one adjacent to the front walkway was about 12’ x 6’; the other was really the ‘front yard’ – a 25’ x 10’ space next to the driveway that ran from the side of the garage to the street). We had no ‘lawn’ – because grass simply wouldn’t grow under the trees (our backyard, however, was a lovely shade of green because moss DOES grow in deep shade).

When we moved into that house (in the fall of 2000), the ‘gardens’ were mostly filled with lumps of hard dirt out of which sprouted a few tenacious weeds and the odd clump of wild grass. It took me almost ten years (as well as 40 cubic yards of topsoil and lots of ‘sweat equity’) to get them to the point where they could honestly be called ‘gardens’. Over the years, I experimented with a multitude of plants – all touted as ‘deep shade’ varieties by local garden centres – but had little success with most. In the end, I stuck with ground covers (English ivy, vinca, sweet woodruff) and proven hardy perennials (hostas, lily of the valley, bleeding hearts, ferns) from the gardens of family members and friends, along with a few things ‘liberated’ from woodlots and the side of the road (hardy geranium, wild violets) and annual doses of mixed shade-loving wildflower seeds from Costco. During the last few years we lived in that house, the gardens were pretty much self sufficient, and quite lovely.

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The front walkway garden at our previous home.

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The front ‘yard’ / garden at our previous home.

And then we moved – to a four-acre property that is primarily pine forest (on three sides) with a huge grassy ‘backyard’ and a single ‘developed’ garden space (that the previous owners had planted with the help of the neighbours, but not maintained; the few daylilies and hostas that had survived were completely choked by heavy grass and weeds, including about a million dandelions!) Once we’d settled into the house, I took up the challenge of restoring it (as best I could in late summer). I weeded and dug up the grass (which took weeks!), and moved a few plants from other areas into the space. Eventually I’d had done enough to be pleased with the result, and knew I’d add my own personal touches to it during the coming years.

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The garden at the new house about half way through my initial clean up (the entire garden had been choked with grass and weeds, seen here in the ‘background’ only); the hostas and lilies were original.

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The garden at the new house once I’d finished cleaning it up, moved a few hostas from other areas, and added some of my garden statuary (early fall 2016).

As soon as spring arrived this year (in spurts and starts, as it is wont to do in southern Ontario) I weeded (again!), divided up the lilies and some overgrown hostas, transplanted some more, and added two store-bought bleeding hearts to ‘fill in the gaps’.  I’m impressed with the result – the space (which is about 4000 square feet in size – or the same as the two gardens at our previous home combined) is actually looking fairly prosperous. The only ‘downside’ has been the realization that weeding will be a never-ending process in this rural / forested area (and that poison ivy tends to creep in from the forest – a lesson learned the ‘hard way’ late last year.)

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The side garden on May 9 (2017) – cleared of weeds and ready for the ‘personal touch’.

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The garden a month later with hostas and lilies divided, new plants, etc. added

With the garden basically taken care of (except for the relentless need to weed), I could finally turn my attention to the massive ‘lawn’ at the back of the house. Now, I’ve had lawns before – at the house before the last house I lived in, we had generous lawns front and back. We also had a lawn care company that came in regularly to aerate, fertilize, banish weeds and slugs, and over-seed in the fall (I had two small children, a part-time teaching job, a gazillion volunteer responsibilities, and a household to look after – outsourcing the yard work was a necessity at the time); all we had to do was mow and water. Facing the prospect of looking after more than 8000 square feet of grass (especially after 17 years of not having any) on my own was daunting, to say the least (the ‘backyard’ here – if you include the gravel area near the garage, where the fire pit and wood storage shed are – is just about the same size as our ENTIRE URBAN PROPERTY– house, yard, driveway, and trees – had been!)

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My backyard ‘lawn’

Last summer was hot and dry – near drought conditions. By the time we’d moved in (in late July), the lawn was already looking pretty sad. And since I was busy with the house and gardens (and, to be honest, not all that fond of ‘grass’), I did the bare minimum – pulled up a hundred or so dandelions (as well as a smattering of other weeds and a goodly amount of crabgrass), filled in the resulting ‘holes’ with topsoil and grass seed, and watered sporadically (moving the sprinkler a dozen times to cover it all). In early fall, I followed the Farmer’s Almanac guide to fertilizing, dethatching, and over-seeding (to the tune of about $300 in supplies) in the hopes of bringing it back to life (or at least giving it a head start for spring). It (sort of) worked.

This spring the grass was far greener than it had been in the fall (although some of that colour admittedly was from a variety of weeds). I sprayed the larger of the dandelions with weed killer (I don’t like putting too much on the lawn, because it eventually seeps into the water system), pulled up some of the smaller ones, and yanked out some wild clover and plantain. I applied the recommended spring fertilizer, raked out a couple of patches of thatch and added new seed. It was looking (relatively) good by mid May.

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Speedwell in grass

And then along came a new ‘invader’ – speedwell (a ‘creeper’ with tiny blue flowers that has spread throughout the lawn; I also had it in the gardens in early spring, but it was pretty easy to pull out there, as nothing else had emerged at the time it started sprouting). An Internet search revealed that it can be kept at bay (by killing the seeds before they germinate) with an early-spring application of corn gluten fertilizer. But it was clearly too late for that! So – what to do about it?

There was only one answer – pull it up (my husband jokes that I never met a weed I didn’t want to yank out of the ground – and he’s right!) So one day, I started pulling it up. It was a slow process, but the sun was shining, I had my headphones on (with some lively music to keep me moving forward and distracted from the actual task at hand), and the mosquitoes (which are abundant this year, thanks to an unseasonably wet April and May) seemed to be leaving me alone. After about an hour, my bucket was full, but when I raised my head and looked around, I realized I’d barely covered ten square feet of lawn (to give you some perspective, the edges of the lawn aren’t ‘square’, but overall it’s about 120 feet wide by 70 or so feet deep). I was shocked – eliminating the speedwell (along with some other weeds that were lurking amongst the grass) seemed an absolutely overwhelming (read: impossible) task!

I was about to just give up when I remembered that joke about the elephant. Maybe, I thought, if I attack the lawn ‘one bite at a time’ (as opposed to thinking I could do it in ‘one fell swoop’), by summer’s end I’ll have consumed the entire ‘elephant’ (i.e., the weeds will be gone). And, honestly, I see no other option (except for bringing someone in to deal with it – but I refuse to pay someone to do something I can do myself now that I’m retired, no matter how onerous!) So, I’ll be weeding – one ‘bite’ of lawn at a time – from now until September (and next spring, I’ll apply the appropriate fertilizer/weed blocker before it reaches this point again!)

My new gardens (and that huge lawn, which is eventually going to be broken up into pathways through various raised gardens, with a walking labyrinth in the centre) are a huge ‘work in progress’ – just like my life here on … the other side of 55.