Monday, July 07, 2014


"Wilderness gets us into trouble only if we imagine that this experience of wonder and otherness is limited to the remote corners of the planet, or that it somehow depends on pristine landscapes we ourselves do not inhabit. Nothing could be more misleading. The tree in the garden is in reality no less other, no less worthy of our wonder and respect, than the tree in an ancient forest that has never known an ax or a saw—even though the tree in the forest reflects a more intricate web of ecological relationships. The tree in the garden could easily have sprung from the same seed as the tree in the forest, and we can claim only its location and perhaps its form as our own. Both trees stand apart from us; both share our common world.
. . . 
By seeing the otherness in that which is most unfamiliar, we can learn to see it too in that which at first seemed merely ordinary. If wilderness can do this—if it can help us perceive and respect a nature we had forgotten to recognize as natural—then it will become part of the solution to our environmental dilemmas rather than part of the problem."

Sunday, June 08, 2014

Some Bees

Continuing on with my fascination for bumblebees! Although this past winter was harsher than the one before it, the bees on our street appear to have come through the winter better than they did last year. Apologies for the square photo format; I edited them for Instagram and don't have the time nor inclination to re-edit them in 3x2 format.

This Bombus ternarius, or Tricolour Bumblebee, is peeing, or, rather, expressing excess water/uric acid through its "Malphigian tubule system." She was doing quite a bit of it, and I managed to catch one "squirt." There is no shame in nature!



I don't have the i.d. on this bee, but she was very diligent and methodical.



This is one of Mr. Oehman's honeybees from down the road. I haven't seen them for a few weeks now, which I'm actually pleased about, because new research seems to show that honeybees pass on their diseases to bumblebees quite readily, and I am a bumblbee loyalist.


Saturday, February 01, 2014

Saturday Ramble

Images taken in Seaforth, NS. Lawrencetown is just bursting with birds of prey this time of year, but it's no use taking pictures of them with my phone.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Fence project 2013

Mystery solvedBeforeBefore - side viewFence assemblyAssembled, but incompleteHighbush blueberry bed
"Applying rust"Front-of-fence bedBlueberry bed, bee boxesSuperMaxx BlueberriesFront-of-fence bed, Aug. 5After -- for now.
Fence, first winter

Fence project 2013, a set on Flickr.

We had a pretty dusting of snow overnight, and I was able to get a picture of our new-ish fence in winter conditions.

I designed this fence in the spring to divide our front yard from our back yard. My father fabricated it, we installed it as a family, and then I installed the new beds with my mother.

Eventually, we want to put a single panel of fence off the corner of the house. Seen parallel to the front of the house, it will still be very open, a gap of about 14 feet from house corner to the long fence, but from the road, it will make the back yard look more enclosed, and provide screening effect when sitting on a yet-to-be-built deck.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Still going

I thought I should update my blog, since I didn't realize the last post I published was about the imminent death of my dear cat.

Though Livy is spending the afternoon in semi-comatose state (she discovered a Christmas present for her in a gift bag this morning and spent an hour in ecstasy and excitement before my mother figured out what was going on and hid the present a little better), she is still kickin'. I don't know why, I mean, her health is still precarious in that she has very little heart function and the diuretics are still needed to keep the fluid off her lungs, but she still has quite the verve for life and is a daily delight. She's skinnier, she's fussy as all get out with her food, she can't jump as high as she used to, and her cataracts continue to get worse, but those are the complaints of any senior cat, and she's still utterly devoted to sniffing out rodent activity a total sweetheart.


(PS: sorry for the bad image quality, it hasn't really been bright enough lately to get clear pictures on my phone's camera)