As mentioned many times before, when we got here we knew very little.. Now we know some, but not much.
The first day we were here I was up behind the vegetable garden and walked past a very large pile of poopage. In my defence there was an article in the paper on the biggest little nearby island about a bear sighted near the apiaries… The poopage wasn’t any of my dogs (I recognise it on site) or an otters or a racoons.. it was much too big.. I know deer poopage and it wasn’t that.. I took a picture on my iphone and sent it to my son. He was recently working in the bush and quite aware of what bear poopage should look like.. What is this? I asked… His response, quite rightly so was.. What kind of mother sends a picture of sheep scat to her son on his phone?
I had a letter from a neighbour this morning and apparently there has been a credible report of verifiable bear scat on wharf road on that bigger little island on March 2nd. Speculation of whether it was getting ready for a swim across to the medium little island and then per chance a walk across to hers and ours provides some entertainment. I will keep an eye out for foot long poopages and keep you posted….
E and DY took the fire truck for a spin today and it is running much better than last week. They had adjusted the throttle and choke cable, added oil, anti freeze, wd40 and put premium gas in the tank. Perhaps that has done the trick.. Then he chopped some wood.. I weeded in the garden..
It was gorgeous and sunny out but cold . A cold northwest wind came up last night and it blew almost 60 km through the night and this morning.. It is still blowing and quite cold in the shade. I tried to keep in the sun with my weeding but I am a wimp and came indoors after two hours..
I started my peas indoor using the method recommended to me by BR. Soaking between wet paper towels, covered on top of my fridge. Once they sprout I will plant them in the newly weeded vegie garden.
So to all of you expert gardeners out there..
This pretty little plant is everywhere in my garden, Is it a weed? Anyone?
It is 4 pm. The sun is brilliant through our living room window, I am surrounded by seeds, and catalogues and gardening magazines. I don’t have to cook tonight. We have left over pasta (tomato sauce made from our own canned tomatoes) for dinner and it is time to pour my glass of wine. Cause the sun is over the arbutus tree and that means its happy hour. I
do know that