Fall or Winter?

 

Fall or Winter?

Fall or Winter?

I drove from Marquette, Michigan to Sault Saint Marie, Ontario today, to meet a friend I have not seen in years.  We had an amazing visit and we picked up as if it had only been a week since we had last seen each other.  I was reminded again how wealthy I am because I have such good friends.  This friend is the ultimate conversationalist and incredibly creative and intelligent.  I love her panache, her way with words and her willingness to ask the difficult questions of life.

As I drove, (through a snowstorm on unfamiliar roads I might add)  I observed the unfamiliar landscape and tried to find a place for it in my own experience.  Isn’t it funny how no matter where we travel or move to  we inevitably compare it to what we already know.   I suppose that is how we bring meaning to new experiences.

 

snowy roads

    snowy roads

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Whenever I am away from home, (wherever that may be) I try to imagine what it would be like to live there.  Today, with the wind blowing off Lake Superior and the snow falling I thought about what I would like if I were to live here.  I think I would enjoy the snow for a short time but it would get old real fast.  I quickly dispersed of that train of thought and created an adventure story in my head.  I was an adventurer, willing to risk driving in the slushy snow through unfamiliar territory to see a friend.  I had a chuckle as I passed through a hamlet claiming ‘moose capital of the world’ as its claim to fame.  ‘Hey, I have been to the moose capital of the world,” I imagined myself saying as I told of my adventure upon my return back to the coast.

In this area I found out that the marking of the year is done in ways unfamiliar to me.  For example when I stopped at a gas station this morning to use the bathroom and ask if I was still heading in the right direction.  The friendly woman behind the counter answered that I was on the right track.  Then I asked if this snow was normal this early in the year she said “oh yes but then you can bet on opening day it will be a beautiful sunny day.

” Opening day? The opening day of what I thought to myself. Let’s see….opening of winter season, the local cross country trails, a new store?  I got brave and asked what she mean by opening day and discovered she meant opening day for deer hunting .  Ha Ha like that means anything to me.  The day she was referring to is  November 15th. She could just as easily told me that it was not unusual for it to snow but it would quite likely get nice again before November. Ah well, all part of the adventure story.

 'our temporary home'

‘our temporary home’

All this snow and talk of winter and the snowy conditions made me think of myself cozied up by the fire knitting.  As I made the long drive back to Marquette I realized things seemed more familiar to me and I felt like I was heading home to  Marquette.  We don’t have a fire and I don’t live there but the thought of the cozy little house I have rented for a couple of weeks with my son there waiting for me and my knitting and books and crafts strewn around ready for me to pick up was comforting.

It really is amazing how adaptable we are when we allow ourselves to be.  Time to pick up my knitting.

must start knitting

must start knitting

Let’s Have Some Dinner

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After two days of building furniture and getting my son’s “masculine retreat” (aka bedroom in a bunch of hockey dudes’ apartment) ready for dwelling I need a rest.

We assembled furniture for approximately 7 hours in between his classes and hockey practice and workouts.  I wonder how many times we have driven from our little rental cottage, to his house. to school and to the rink in the last two day.  It doesn’t matter now thought.  We are done.

Today when my son was at school I ran to a couple of shops to pick up some finishing touches for his room, like baskets and picture hooks, as well as a tray for his change and junk he likes to throw on his dresser top.  After I dropped him off for practice later in the day I went straight to the food co-op for salad fixings and a few odds and ends for dinner.  I put the roast in the oven, made a salad and got the leftover vegetables ready to reheat.  Back off to the rink to wait for my son to come out the back door with knitting in pocket.  This whole routine is really feeling familiar.  I forgot how much we used to run around after our kids.

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After watching the marching band practice in the parking lot of the rink in the biting cold I returned to my car and pulled my knitting out of my pocket.  I never mind waiting when I have my knitting with me.  It feels like productive time.  After about a half an hour my son appeared and off we drove home.

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It was so nice to come into the house and smell the roast and know that dinner was almost ready to eat.  We sat down for a 10 minute relax before dinner and then together pulled off a really nice dinner in short order. A glass of wine a fine dinner, good company and dessert.  What a great day.

What you get by…

What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals. ”
” Thoreau

     Well, I did it.  If you hadn’t noticed by yesterday’s post I am completely new to blogging  It is something that I have been interested in for a while and finally decided that it was time to dive in.  In today’s post I will introduce myself a little more thoroughly and fill you in on what has led me to blogging.

     As I mentioned yesterday, I am now living in Comox.  I loved the Okanagan but left a job teaching Middle School there for the time being.  I am fortunate enough to be able to go back to the job next year but for now I am in Comox, BC. Family circumstances caused me to make this move and I was optimistic about finding On Call teaching here.  My optimism is fading somewhat and after my initial panic I am acting on the advice and sage wisdom of caring friends and prominent authors and intellects.  The advice can be summed up by the following sentences.  “You either have time or money but not usually both, so while you have time use it to do what you have always wanted to do.  When you are old you will not be wishing for more money but you will want more time so don’t squander it worrying about a temporary lack of employment.”

     So, here I am.  As, stated in my About Me page, I am a teacher among many other roles.  I love the craft of teaching but I also love learning.  One of the things I am known for in my circle of family and friends is being able to create and produce amazing food from good fresh ingredients.  I can whip up a great meal out of anything and since I am somewhat addicted to cookbooks I have no problem finding inspiration.  In this blog I would like to share some of my favourite recipes and cookbooks with you as well as stories that make each meal or recipe special.  

     One of the main reasons I wanted to start this blog was self-centered I will admit.  I have been keen to begin documenting what a year in my life looks like for some time now.  It has become apparent to me that I am a creature of habit as much as I am someone who loves change and creating.  I started noticing that my kids were recognizing rhythms that tied to the seasons.  So, for instance sometime in late February or early March one of them would say, “oh look Mom, the rhubarb is starting to come up. I can’t wait for the first rhubarb pie of the season.”  Or they would watch me light the first fire in early October and say, “oh I can’t wait to cozy up on the couch and have one of our indoor picnics.”  At about the same time I was speaking with a friend whose parents are German born Canadians.  They came to Canada with nothing and through hard work and self-sufficiency created a beautiful life for themselves and their family.  We started talking about everything they do and thought that it might be a good idea to take a year off work and just follow them each day for a year to document and learn about all the things they do that allow them to live a rich and beautiful life on sometimes very limited income.  We never did do that but  as my grown children began calling me and asking about how to make some of their favourite meals, or a loaf of bread or pesto I began rethinking this idea.  What if I could record what I do for my children?  Originally I thought I would write a cookbook for them but it  become apparent that there are so many stories involved in what I do each day that a cookbook would not be a suitable medium.  I wanted to be able to tell them my stories and so a journal seemed more appropriate. As I got more adept at researching while doing my Master Degree I realized that I really liked blogs.  The beauty of the blog is that it is so interactive and has the potential to become a much larger community and body of knowledge than I could ever compile. So, yesterday I decided to take the time I have this year and begin the documentation of a year of living well, closely connected to the earth and the rhythms of each season, beginning with Fall.  

     I look forward to telling my stories, sharing recipes, books, weaving, knitting, felting projects and any other information I find interesting.  I anticipate much sharing, learning and discussion and can’t wait to hear your comments.  Please be patient as I and weave and bob my way through blogsphere and improve the appearance of my site.