Monday, August 21, 2006

Will somebody with an artistic bone in her body please help me?

I'm trying to construct an indoor water garden. So I have the pot and the water and the pump and so far it all just looks like a pump in a pot. Of course I have some plants around it. How do you disguise that big black cord?
What kind of plants can you plant around it to make it look like it just grew there?
I've been noticing lately how nice it is to have running water nearby. Okay I live in the Palliser Triangle. By running water, I mean a water fall or a fountain or a creek or maybe even a leaky tap. It tends to "cool off" a room and help one to relax. We are all running around here in a stressful state, trying to pretend to get something done before school starts, so some running water is definitely in order. Our yard is completely scorched brown, our trees are all turning brown and losing their leaves, and my garden looks like October. However it is still hot as blazes. I can't do much about the out-of-doors, but I thought if I could keep some water going indoors, it might be nice.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Excuse me, that should have been heartily.

Sagebrush studios

Five boys and I (I borrowed a nephew) went to Sagebrush Studios today. It was about an hour and a half trip to their place - a scenic farmsite in the Saskatchewan River valley. Over the course of a few years, Dean Francis and Fran Hartsook have been collecting churches, renovating them and turning them into studios for Dean's paintings and Fran's ceramics. Dean paints prairie scenery - he grew up in the prairies and loves to highlight them in his works.
The most interesting part of the day for the boys was probably the ferry trip at the Estruary crossing. My nephew was afraid he was going to be seasick, but fortunately the trip is only about 30 seconds long, so he was all right.
It was a good day, notwithstanding the terrific heat, and I would hardly recommend you all take a day trip there.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

our mad bull

It occurs to me that some of you will not know about our mad bull.
One of our bulls broke one of its hind legs somehow in the community pasture, and so Peter and Mark had to go out with some other men and try to load it into the stock trailer and bring it home. It was acting rather irrationally and being difficult. It charged at Peter and hit him from behind with its head, knocking him to the ground where he scraped his face. Then it turned around and started running toward him as if it was going to trample him, but at the last moment turned aside and ran past.
Eventually they managed to load it and bring it home, but it was a little scary having it around. Peter took it to Medicine Hat, finally, and had it butchered. I think he rather enjoyed staying around and watching it get shot. I do hope there are not any animal rights activists around.