Saturday, 31 August 2019
Over the last week we--the grandkids a bit but Lee mostly--harvested a number so large I didn't feel like counting them. Four have ripened enough to eat, and they taste very good. The rest are reposing--as Ralph Waldo Emerson reportedly said: There are only 10 minutes in the life of a pear when it is perfect to eat." I'll have to check and see how they're doing in a few days. Until then we'll eat peaches and nectarines that seem at their most delicious right now.
July was hot and August, dry, which may have contributed to this bounty. Don't know, but I'm glad to see that all is well, and that bees, who do the pollinating, weren't deterred by a wet and cool spring.
Saturday, 24 August 2019
This is one of the photos I'm suggesting we use. It's of a Roman wall built in Conímbriga, Portugal, not far from the university town of Coimbra. Dating from the Third Century CE, it was built on the far western frontier of the Roman Empire, but it still stands. As such it's a tribute to the many, many Roman constructions that used their rather wonderful concrete, the secret to which was lost for about 1200 years after the Fall of Rome.
You'll notice that this wall doesn't look like a modern concrete wall wood: the concrete wasn't poured into forms to cure. Rather, the Roman usually built walls like this with a stone exterior and a hollow interior into which rubble and their concrete were dumped. In many cases the stones have succumbed to the ravages of time, but the concreted interior survive.
Saturday, 17 August 2019
Last week the sidewalks were finished, the holes for the pipe replacement were filled, and I looked at the mess and decided I had to do something. The city will add topsoil and plant grass, we're assured, once the work is done, but that may be several weeks away. So I went out and bought our own soil, sacks of composted manure, and many new plants. (The last really weren't an extravagance, I keep telling myself: the garden centre had them all for 20 per cent off. Think of all the money I saved!) Many of the old plants survived the work, but had to be replanted and/or composted so that they can regrow after being trampled upon.
The top photo is what it looked like when I finished work last Monday. Pretty nice, I think. The other is of the street stripped of its asphalt but before the crews got down to the underlying concrete and rock. You can't drive the street this weekend without either being shaken to death, or driving a large 4x4. Lots of neighbors have cleared out to avoid the noise and trauma, while the streetlights are out because a worker cut the cable up the street when excavating for the pipe replacement.
This means the street is very quiet today, the upside to the summer of dust.
Saturday, 10 August 2019
A nice time of year to garden, particularly today after a good soaking rain last night broke two weeks of drought.
Saturday, 3 August 2019
I'd taken of a field at Glen Villa Gardens in North Hatley, QC. Lovely peaceful scene, I thought. The one lone power line crossing the sky seemed a symbol of peaceful countryside that might be almost removed from the crowded highway of 21st century connectedness.
The photo set me thinkning about a painting by Alfred William Finch, a Belgian painter who was influenced greatly by the pointilist Seurat. It currently is owned by the Indianapolis Museum of Art, but it was on display at the Art Galley of Ontario earlier this year in a fascinating show Impressionism in the Age of Industry.(1888)
At first I thought the painting was just another pastoral (literally) scene that the Impressionists are famous for. But then I realized that what Finch was painting was the very latest technology. Those power poles have to have been among the first in the countryside, carrying telegraph connections across the fields. (Pretty sure they weren't electricity wires, since at that time transmission of electricity over any distance was very rare for technical reasons.)
If you wanted to, you could read a whole parable in the sheep huddling under the wires, with the dog trying the herd them. Toward what? The internet?
Is that a bad thing?
Don't know. Suffice to say that the creator of Glen Villa Gardens, Patterson Webster, keeps a beautiful blog, and without it chances are I would never have learned about her creation.