Too Hot, Otherwise Perfect

Above: The ceremony was held in the living room of the house my parents purchased in Nova Scotia in the 1970s. We are surrounded by mementos of family and local history and of our own lives. Our dear friend and neighbor Sharon was one of our witnesses. Her husband George, who took this photo, was the other.

HERE'S THE SOUNDBITE: We were rewed on the hottest day of the year; otherwise, we cannot imagine a better wedding.

Above: Only about 7 am and the sky was hazy with heat! Still, as you can see from this photo, we have very little to complain about on the whole.

I mention the heat first (and often) because it was the uninvited guest for the entire celebration--and the reason for several photographs in which the bride looks as though she should be traveling in an ambulance, rather than the more conventional limo. (Come to think of it, the stretch ambulance might be the next big thing, as more boomers do crazy things like getting rewed.) Temperature was in the mid- to high 80s, with high humidity. Not bad by the standards of some of the places we've lived, but unusual for Nova Scotia.

Except for the heat, the wedding was everything we wanted it to be: simple, low key, and a celebration our new life here together. The success of the day is entirely due to friends we've made here. Thanks to them, the wedding day seemed to "just happen," with almost no effort from Tim and me. We were simply buoyed along by their thoughtfulness and affection.

The ceremony was to be held in the living room, which I decorated with an armload of flowers collected nearby, mostly from where they've been growing wild. (For those who are interested in old gardens run wild, I've written more about the flowers at my gardening blog.) There would have been very little variety in this mix, however, except that our neighbor Sharon dropped by early in the day with flowers from her own garden and balloons to decorate the mailbox and front door.

Left: Sharon with the balloons she brought that morning. Sharon also brought flowers from her own garden.

Other than that, our day proceded pretty much as usual until about 3. Then we changed clothes. I chose an all-enveloping outfit that is one of the few "nice" getups I own. (And that's courtesy Value Village.) Shortly therafter, I broke out in a sweat and started to feel light headed. I should have ditched the tent for one of the t-shirts that are my usual attire. This might have resulted in my getting married wearing a t-shirt commemorating a British comedy called "Red Dwarf," and that would have required us to begin our vows with the words "Hey, smeghead." But it would have been worth it. Unfortunately, by then I was too light-headed to figure any of this out.

Around 4, the justice of the peace arrived, and Sharon returned with George. Sharon and George have been family friends for more than two decades. They were present at Tim's and my first wedding and at both of my parents' funerals. Having them witness our second wedding was essential!

Left: George signs the papers that prove it really happened, while Sharon and Tim look on. The vase on the table belonged to my grandmother. The painting behind Tim is "St. George and the Dragon" by Paul Jenkins, which my parents bought when I was 11. In the background is a print Tim brought back from Japan during our first marriage.

Following a simple, short, but very touching ceremony, we signed a bunch of papers and concluded with a toast.

Above: Tim, Sharon, George, and the justice of the peace share a toast, which I will join as soon as I finish taking the photograph. Many thanks to the new neighbor who dropped off a bottle of champagne earlier in the week!

Then it was off to Kennedy's Restaurant, about a mile away, a neighborhood place that also serves as a corner grocery store and farm stand. Tim and I eat there fairly often, as does just about everyone else in the community.

Left: Friends arrive at Kennedy's Restaurant. Top: Dianne and her mother Shirley, who took me in for Christmas Eve supper on my first Christmas living here. George, seated, waits for the rest of us to settle down. Bottom: Bob and Kathy arrive, suitably equipped. Bob loves that fan, which was given to him by his daughter.

Below: Tim, Bob, and Kathy have what it takes to beat the heat.

Above: Tim and Kathy (that's her arm on the right) attempt to resuscitate the blushing (and fainting) bride. Bob very kindly lent the use of his fan.

Tim and I were very touched when the restaurant refused to let us pay for our meal. If we hadn't been "regulars" already, we would be now.

The group then went to Dianne's house, where Tim and I were delighted to find our long-time friend Ruth waiting for us in her car. Everyone went inside for a truly scrumptious pound cake, made by Dianne, and sparkling wine thoughtfully provided by Kathy and Bob.

Below: Dianne made us a two-tiered pound cake with butter cream frosting, decorated with those silver balls I still remember from my childhood and have always loved. The cake topper is a pair of frolicking dolphins. Below that: Dianne poses with the cake she baked for us. Dianne's baking is highly regarded in the community, and we all scheme to get slices of the cakes she provides for celebrations and fundraising events.

Above: Once the cake was served, there was time for some picture-taking, followed of course by the all-important joint cutting of the wedding cake. We did not attempt to feed one another, nor did anyone (thank you, all!) ask us to.

Then we all sat around eating, drinking, and laughing uproariously, despite the heat. Almost all of my photographs from this part of the afternoon are very blurry. (I wonder why.) Fortunately, I was able to get a decent photo of our friend Ruth, who joined us at Dianne's.

Above: Tim and I were so happy when Ruth surprised us by turning up at Dianne's. Like George and Sharon, she was present for our first wedding and other important events in my family's life. Shirley is seated behind Ruth.

We received some very thoughtful gifts, there was quite a bit of hugging, and then we all went home. Tim and I then shared a typical evening for the Johnson/Skelly household: We tried to watch a movie, during which I fell asleep.

Haven't had enough? Click on the image below to go to an album containing even more photos of our happy day.

Tim and Flora's Wedding

Summer's Here

We had so much rain this spring that the farmers had trouble getting in the hay. Finally they managed to get enough dry days to cut it and let it sit in these Zen garden patterns for a day before it was collected and baled.

WARM WEATHER FINALLY ARRIVED, but much later than usual, around the middle of July. And even now it's cooler and less humid than previous summers have been. The rain and cool weather caused great fear for the strawberry crop. But, as you can see from the photo below, the strawberries did arrive as they always do, in time for "strawberry suppers" held in church basements all over Nova Scotia. So that you can have a taste of all this joy, I've posted information on how to make Nova Scotia-style old-fashioned strawberry shortcake at the food blog.

Nova Scotia strawberries in season. I rinse them, slice them, and mix them with a quarter cup of sugar per pint. Those that don't get eaten go into the freezer.

Beyond eating strawberries, Tim and I have become less active as the weather has grown warmer. It's a symptom of how lethargic I've become that there are so few pictures with this month's post. (What, no photos of the ducks and dogs? I'm sure you're all heart broken!)

I'm proud of having used my new-found skills as a blogger to help out two worthy organizations, both of which were in need of websites. The Nova Scotia Woodlot Owners and Operators Association is the oldest woodlot-owner organization in the province, dedicated to sustainable and ecologically sensitive management of our forests. Green Gatherings is a newly created local grassroots organization that wants to inform rural Maritimers about global warming.

Other than that, I kept working on the garden as long as the weather cooperated, and Tim created a very nice drainage ditch for us to take rainwater away from the house. I'm proud to say that Tim seems to have gotten healthier with every month that he's lived here since arriving from Los Angeles two years ago. It's remarkable what physical activity, good food, and low stress can do.

Now that the weather has turned warm, the tomato plants are finally starting to become worthy of their tomato cages. For more on the garden, see the gardening blog.

That long stretch of rock is the top of a very nice drainage ditch, dug and filled by Tim. The weeds are all mine.

But of course, the big news from the farm, already known to most people we know, is that Tim and I are getting remarried--or, as I've been saying, de-divorced--at the end of the month. It will be a simple ceremony with a justice of the peace and two witnesses, our dear neighbors and long-time friends George and Sharon O'Leary, in our own living room. The decorations will be whatever flowers are blooming, even if they're weeds. The bride will wear whatever's clean. The bridal party will be confined.* We'll repair to the local restaurant and farm market for a meal, where we'll be joined by another dear friend and neighbor who has invited us back to her house for cake. We will drink something cheap, celebratory, and fizzy.

If you would like to join us in spirit, please do. On July 28, lift a glass and have a piece of cake and know that we always have our friends with us in our hearts.

* As is appropriate for a bridal party consisting of two dogs, four ducks, and a 20-year-old cat.

Just Ducky

Wild Flora Farm Mid May to Mid June 2007

ONCE SPRING SPRUNG, I was spending much of my time in the garden and the rest of my time trying to recover from too much unaccustomed physical activity. So it's only now, when the days have turned a bit too warm for me to want to be outside for hours and the heat has brought out the biting insects that are my nemesis, that I put fingers to keyboard and report the news from Wild Flora's Farm.

Our lead for this installment is the arrival of the ducks. For details on the breed and how and why I got them, see the post "Old Frontiers in Pest Control" from my Wild Gardening blog. For sheer cuteness, see the photo above, which shows the ducklings on their first morning with me, May 22, when they were just three weeks old. (Click on the photo to go to a web album with more photos of farm life over the past 6 weeks.)

But they grow up fast, don't they? The photo below shows the same ducks less than a month later. In the intervening weeks, they have proven to be just as comical as I thought they were going to be, but a whole lot more work. They eat anything they can lay their beaks on, including any prize plants I'm stupid enough to let them get at. (And even though they can't fly yet--I dread that day--it turns out that those necks can stretch for miles.) They then convert everything they eat into large, wet messes that are produced (with a self-satisfied splooting sound) on an average of every 10 minutes. I spend a truly amazing amount of time feeding them and then cleaning up the results.

But here's the good news: 1. This is a great way to appreciate (by which I mean hate) the great circle of life. 2. Duck poop is good fertilizer: My perennials are starting to look like shrubs. 3. At last I have a theme for the comic novel every writer is obliged to produce after moving to the country. Working title: SNADU. That is, Situation Normal, All Ducked Up.

A footnote: I finally gave in to the requests of one dear friend who wanted me to post a photo of myself to this blog, and you'll find it below. It's the photo that accompanied my application for Canadian citizenship--news that would be more exciting than the ducks except that it takes about a year for the application to be processed. I am happy about this development, however, and looking forward to being a full-fledged Canuck.

This is What I Look Like When You're Drunk

ONLY KIDDING. Actually, this is what I look like when I'm drunk. OK, still kidding. This is the photo Tim took to go with my application for Canadian citizenship. They require two identical photos; hence the duplication. This is the other big news for April, by the way: I did submit my application to become a citizen of this wonderful country. No wonder I'm smiling. It will be about a year before I find out whether they're willing to have me.

Feet on the Floor

Wild Flora Farm for May 1 2007

APRIL WAS THE WACKY MONTH. We started with cold, including something like a snowstorm (the only one this winter) on Easter Sunday, then had sunny days that sent me rushing out to the garden, followed by spate of weather so cold that certain muscovy ducks (who were sitting on eggs that were supposed to hatch into my next group of pets) abandoned their nests. So Huey, Dewey, and Louie (and possibly Donald, Daisy, and Scrooge) will not be arriving for at least another month and a half.

The change(s) in the weather inspired activity, nonetheless. Vegetable and flower beds and native plantings were weeded. Spinach was planted. Poplar stakes were moved from the refrigerator to a bed in the vegetable garden, where they quickly began to bud out. Muskrats were photographed. We finished painting the breakfast room, installing the laminate flooring, and putting up shelves. I gave the Wild Gardening blog a slight redesign and managed to keep posting every day or so, starting a series of items about the transformation of my front yard from forlorn, weedy lawn to (one of these day, I hope) fabulous native woodland. Oh, and the blog received its first press coverage; the gardening columnist for the Halifax Chronicle-Herald quoted me and mentioned the blog in a column about gardening for pollinators. Yay!

Most of these achievements are documented in the web album that accompanies this post. As always, you can check out the gardening blog at Wild Flora's Wild Gardening. The column in which the blog is mentioned can be viewed, at least for the time being, at the Halifax Herald's website.

April 1-2 Web Album

Wild Flora Farm, April 1 2007

Here's an album of photos taken at the beginning of April. For the latest news, see below.

Late March Photos

Wild Flora Farm March 29 2007

Here's a Web album containing a few photos taken after a late March snowstorm. As you can see, Tessa has declared undying enmity toward her own tail. Keep reading for the latest news.