SUMMER

One of the first sure signs that summer is here
is ripe wild raspberries, blackberries
and cooling off in the pond.

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A fun idea
Frog Corner

I haven't began to work on my main perennial beds. All the plants I
brought with me when we moved and new acquisitions are scattered
hither and yon temporarily. This summer I hope to execute a plan I 
drew up for a walled garden outside my studio windows on the west
side of the house. It is probably 30 x 50' in size and will be a 
wonderful project for a long while. Thank heavens for my horticultural
background,( managed, then owned a large garden centre for years).
It is wonderful to be gardening for myself.
Before I show you this fun corner I 'd like to mention we have asparagus,
black currants, raspberries, apples and various and sundry other 
plantings in place. Blackberries and blueberries grow wild in abundance.
Frog corner is one of the fun things I've done; till I get beds more organized.
The wonderful hand-built clay pieces are done by a good friend of mine
in Quebec.

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What better place to spend a hot summer's day; than in Donut Pond in a floaty boat and
drinking a frozen marguerita..
Direct quotation from our daughter Peggy who does this often!

Donut Pond; barn in far right.




Donut Pond is a joy to us. We had gold fish in it for two years. The Great Blue Herons came each morning for their breakfast. One morning three otters visited.. no more gold fish. :-(
It is fed by underground springs; and only in late summer in a dry year 
does it go too low for a swim. Some day we are going to deepen it, plant 
the sides to stop erosion, and perhaps build a small wind mill on the 
island which will run a pump to aerate the water.. then maybe some trout??
Lots of thoughts.. time will tell, for now we'll just enjoy.

This last picture is of a group which really enjoy Donut Pond. These are 
some of my nieces and nephews. Each summer, when school gets out 
they spend a week with me at "Camp Willyhaha"; they named it, not me.
In this week I try to pass on some of my knowledge about  nature, and the world around us. We do pond studies, crafts, reports for the newspaper which I make for them to take home with them. The youngest was four last year and the oldest was twelve and was my junior councilor. We try to relate something around us to another part of the world. 
This year it was Monarch butterflies and Mexico, and Mayan glyph writing to our rock paintings. In this photo they were singing an action song so they look interesting?? On their hats they wrote their names in glyph. The t-shirts I made the design on the computor, then made transfers with the printer. The slogan on their shirts this year was:

"Keeping In Tune With Our World"

   Paula     Nichol            Charlie                      Melanie             Luke                 Bernie                             Oscar
 
 

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Sorry; no poem this time but I do want to share a
           wonderful pre-Hellenic legend that inspired me to
                    do a painting, which I'll share with you in the studio: 

 GAIA

Free of birth or destruction, of time or of space, 
 of form or of condition, 
  is the void. 

 From the eternal void Gaia danced forth, 
       and rolled herself into a ball. 
  She molded mountains along her spine, 
  Valleys in the hollows of her flesh, 
 A rhythm of hills and stretching plains 
 followed her contours. 
  From her moisture she bore a flow 
of gentle rain, 
    that fed her surface and brought life. 
      Wiggling creatures spawned in  tidal pools, 
while tiny green shoots 
         pushed upwards through her pores. 
   She filled oceans and ponds, 
 rivers flowed through deep furrows. 
Gaia watched her plants and animals grow. 
 In time she brought forth six women and six men. 
 Unceasingly the Earth Mother 
manifested gifts upon her surface 
 and accepted the dead into her body. 
 In return she was revered by all mortals. 
 Offerings of honey and barley cake 
 were left in a small hole in the earth before 
 plants were gathered. 
 Temples were built near deep chasms, 
               offerings were made yearly into her womb. 
 From within the darkness of her secrets 
Gaia received their gifts. 
Her children multiplied, prospered 
 and soon forgot. 

Gaia today watches, waits and weeps.

Wish I could remember what magazine I read this in to give credit where credit's due;
but it was a least 15 yrs. ago in a dentist office;
I remember asking if I could have the magazine.
 
 

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