I probably should have been an entomologist, what with the strange fascination for weird and beautiful bugs. Isn’t he great? He’s going to turn into a tussock moth, but he shouldn’t be on my Nanking cherry bush; supposedly he prefers apples.
My apple tree is on the way out, though, and maybe he knows it. That poor tree has girdled roots and now root borers at the base of the trunk. I’m only keeping it alive long enough to harvest the apples that are on it, and then it’s replacement will go in. Although I have no guarantee that the borers will not move into the new tree, I’ll take my chances. We had a saying at work this spring; there are no gardening mistakes, only experiments.
Time to try something new! (And if the apple doesn’t work out, there is always plum!)
The girls don’t cook independently. I’m not at all concerned about this; cookbooks are great for learning from, as the ones that I’ve purchased most recently (Scandinavian Comfort Food) read as though someone is in the kitchen right with you. Almost more art than cookbook.
And Elena has decided to transcribe my everyday cooking into a book of recipes just for herself. Since our “favourites” were sourced from cookbooks new and old, magazines, Internet and friends, it’s a sweet idea to have them all in one place; however much a work in progress it may be!
Sonja cooks as inspired. Most recently, it was this bee cake for her cousin’s 20th birthday. She made all the parts, including three different types of icing; the buttercream, the drizzle, and the royal icing bees. Hours of labour, and sweetly turned out.
Cooking really is an act of love sometimes.
The lilies have finished for the season, but they were pretty glorious. Even though the leaves did end up with quite a few holes from the lily beetle, I managed to “pick and squish” my way ahead of that hoard. Orange fingers were the result of that, but I’m happy to do them in with that satisfying crunch.
Bugs are fun; and I had more ladybug larvae this year than I’ve ever had before. That was neat to watch, as the infestations of aphids were devoured by those helpful garden friends.
It’s been so very dry this summer, and I don’t enjoy hauling out the hose, so the plants have (for the most part) been surviving on their own. And so, we’ve enjoyed saskatoon berry season, raspberry season, and sour cherry season. All from the backyard. The only harvest that seemed affected by the lack of rain was the raspberry, but even it did well enough that I’ll be able to make a batch of jam.
And then I’ll be inspired to make scones to go with it!
Chadd’s flat tire gave me the opportunity to take the bus to my dentist appointment. The only upside of the whole experience is that I got to people-watch from a whole new perspective.
Not sure how long it takes wool to dry…
Not sure what the end of this project will look like…
Not sure if I’ve even done this right…
And I’m really not sure that my neighbours don’t think I’m crazy. (I would.)
It all started with a stranger advertising that she had a new, freshly shorn sheep fleece.
Then there was rainwater and sheep sweat, brewing in a tub in the back yard.
Now it’s drying racks made out of window screen and leftover wood lattice.
Next comes the borrowed combs and bits of fluff and many hours later!
Nothing else to see here…and to top it all off, the hippo hasn’t had his photo taken yet.
I was going to comment about how brown it is outside, but instead, here is a cinnamon coloured patchwork bull. There is a hippo currently in progress. More soon.