Coping Strategies

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The best outcome of this long winter is that I discovered orchid gardening. I bought a wire shelf and scavenged several orchids on half price sales. The source of my inspiration is this orchid from Felicity. It started to bloom some time in the late fall and is still going and going… I have never heard of flowers blooming this long. My husband even asked if it was plastic.

What?

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A bit of snow melted along the pathway and this creeping veronica got exposed to the elements. Instead of shrivelling up in our -10 nights it decided to bloom. Those delicate purple flowers are coming out while I am still putting on my parka. And it’s blooming right next to four feet of snow! Even the spring bulbs are nowhere to be seen. I admire such optimism.

A Touch of London

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This is the day of the People’s March. Perhaps in solidarity with the million Brits who came out – and just at the very moment they were gathering – London fog covered Edmonton. Our house is on a bit of a hill so this view from our garden doesn’t do it justice: the air was as white as I have ever seen. I was with the marchers in spirit and I am glad the weather concurred.

Playing in the Dirt

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There is nothing more cheerful than the sight of dirty, brown water running down the street in the spring. Fascination with spring run-off never ceases. My husband and I had to fight for the ice pick and who gets to clear the water pathways. Our neighbours are out there poking away too. For us almost seniors it’s a return to childhood.

The Goddess

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I don’t know if archeologist Marija Gimbutas was right in asserting that Upper Palaeolithic people of Europe worshiped an earth goddesses as the source of all life. However, if they didn’t then someone surely should have. The idea that my entire colourful garden emerges out of this muck is sufficiently miraculous to warrant at least some worship.

Back Yard Sauna

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Our garden is protected by white buildings on all three sides and forms a powerful microclimate. ¬†Today I ¬†wore a parka to run errands but then drank tea in the back yard and had to peel off layers down to a skimpy T-shirt. All the poor pedestrians blown about by the wind must have admired my nordic “stamina”.

Puddle Happiness

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Bad news is like an invasive species of house sparrows. It comes in flocks, makes a loud, annoying racket and eventually departs. The garden usually provides solace but it’s covered under several feet of snow. At least there are puddles, looking into their blue reflections is an extra strength dose of happiness.