Grizzley Pics

Now that is a grizzley bear. Lynn sent these photos taken in Prince George...

Pedicure?

Now what does a person do with it... a bear rug...ewwwe !

Giant claws

Don't want to be the recipient of those babies... Thanks Lynn for passing the pics along.
That is one big mother of a bear!

"The Creator"

Joyce and anne visit Aunty Mary

Joyce took Anne up to Naksup to visit Aunty before the snow flies... Looks like she has some good space in her room there.


Anne brought a plate of deleicious nalesniki for Aunty, which she very much enjoyed..

Anne and Aunty

Aunty and Joyce...LAter, Joyce and Anne went to the Hotsprings and took a dip... nice way to wind up the afternoon...
Thanks Joyce for bringing some sunshine to Auntie's day!

And last but not least, a view down BAker Street looking west... The colours are lovely at this time of the year.
I am enjoying my cup of java this morning before digging into more work around the house and maybe a walk once the frost is out of the air... and the wind subsides. iI still have more plants to relocate into my new garden...if I can find them in their grassy weed patch. I had forgotton about all of my beautiful poppies,so I will try to find their roots today. This afternoon, once Emil rand Ashley retrns from fishing, we'll have a weiner roast...to warm up our bones....I'll be putting long underware on and mittens before venturing out. Take care and have a sunny week-end. Absorb it all before the flakes fly!


"The Creator"

Beware da bear

Yep, right out front on the lawn toady ...a pile of poo-poo from a bear that ate one too many apples...
Silky was onto its scent in a second and was prancing after the large paw depressions int he frosty lawn. The tracks headed toward the bushiness of the adjoining lot. Lets say, I wasn't going into the thicket for a closer look. The poop looked extremely fresh. Had I been really concerned, I would have given it a prod to see how warm it was, but rlying on common sense, I saw no steam rising, so like a good tracker, I figured it to be a few hours old... I turned back towards home and directed my walk to the beach instead. No sign of Mr. Bear

Looking back to the house on this frosty morning

I stopped on my way into town to snap this photo of the still lake and the beautiful fall clours of the trees

Coming home, this was the vista fromn the deck of the HArrop ferry... red sky at night sailor's delight!
I'll be looking forward to yet another sunny day in the neighbourhood, tomorrow. Don't we live in a majestic part of the world?


"The Creator"

Peye for a Peye

Who Knew she would ever do it...This is the sign of a maturing woman. She made PIES! I'm talking about my neice Correna, the woman who is out for adventure, likes to take a risk and most of all, rises to a challenge! Kudos to her for being so brave. However , like every great feat, there is a story to be told, and because it is such a Hallowe'en mystery, I thought it would be fun to share...Thanks C. for bringing laughter to my day with your charming wit!
Enjoy:

Oh, the unfairness of it all.... life just throws curves at every
opportunity and there are times when we have to endure the hardest of
hardships - the worst of the worst - the test of all tests.
I wanted to make a pie. The first hurdle, of course, is baking in
general - my motto has always been that if it comes from a box and I
put it into an oven, that classifies it as "home made". I'll also add
that my oven is rather black inside and unless this is its natural
color (which I somehow doubt, but really have no supporting evidence
otherwise), I'm actually waiting for it to catch on fire from
"whatever" is stuck to its sides. In any event, baking is not really
my thing and I have long since subscribed to the notion that the art
of making pies is better left to the professionals, like mothers.
This year, however, mom made her visit in the summer - when apples
(and therefore apple pies) were not ready. I didn't appreciate the
full impact of this until now, when I was faced with a Thanksgiving
weekend without a pie. Now, I should mention that I've watched my
mother make pies a hundred times - and I've even written down the
recipe. Really, I said to myself, how hard could this be???
Well, I'll tell you. It started with buying apples.... what kind do
you buy, how many make a pie, organic or not??? I ended up picking
out 5 macintosh and went back and bought 3 more... (just for those who
may have the same question, and by the way macintosh were not the best
in the end because they fluff up too much and turn into sauce, and
yes, I went with organic). I took out my recipe and read the first
line: Peel a pot of apples ... I started looking around to see if
there was anyone to ask - how big of a pot, how many apples, how
full??? The room was silent. The rest of the recipe followed along
the same lines but I meandered my way through arrows and brackets/side
notes and scribbles - guessing as I went along. In the end, the whole
pot of apples was done and actually tasted pretty good so I went with
that. I was mildly impressed by the whole thing.
The following day, I tried my hand again. This time it was in making
my favorite - lemon meringue. I watched the pastry shell cook to
exactly 3 shades lighter than the sides of my oven. I expertly (if I
say so myself) put the filling into the shell and waited precisely the
right amount of time for it cool. I then topped it off with the
"white stuff". It could not have been more perfect. The pie was a
piece of art, a master piece of baking excellence... a beauty to
behold... And it was after this that life became so incredibly unfair.

There I was, enjoying a perfect slice from a perfect pie... savoring
every mouth full. I actually made a conscience effort to eat only an
appropriate amount in order to draw out the whole affair over days
instead of minutes... I even wrapped the pie under saran wrap - not
too tight but secure enough to protect its flavor. And then the
unthinkable happened. It was during the darkness of night when the
moon lined up with all the stars, when the thunder and lightening came
and the electricity sliced through the air giving life to all the
pre-halloween possessed creatures. Y'know, those creatures who sneak
around like ghosts into defenceless kitchens like mine.... It was
unheard of and I actually let out a yelp of sheer anger when the
evidence of the foul creature came to my attention in the light of
day... It was a beast of great courage that came and ate my pie in the
middle of the night! Such a beast will not be forgotten and will be
hunted down to the ends of the earth. It will be prosecuted to the
full extent of the law - my law.... snappy mousetrap law!




A Peye for a Peye...Look out Mousey!

"The Creator"

Day in the garden

Well, returning to work the day after I came home was a little crazy, especially since I had a the runny nose cold... and then I worked on Saturday, because my boss was away. Thank goodness I had a helper, a new gal that we have hired... She is very sweet and works hard...I hope she is a keeper!

Sooooooo, today, Sunday was my only day off that I was at home.

Lets say I started and never stopped all day... changed the bed, put on laundry, then did some online banking, then headed outside and never looked back.

My garden is so nice now that it is all fenced and has two side gates...I had it all cleaned up with the exception of the raspberries and in back of them, near the new fence. That was my first task...cut out all of the old canes, and tie up the new ones and similtaneously, weed underneath the raspberries. I have so many thistles popping up... and they aren't even the worst "Canadian thistle" that has taken over the vacant lot next door. I'm sure those will be springing up all over next spring. I hate when grass or weeds try to take over my raspberry bushes!

I accomplished the tyeing of the raspberries and then buckled down and dug up most every blade of quack grass that was invading the two foot space that runs along the length of the fence and the raspberry bushes. It wasn't an impossible task, but it tested my strength and will many times. I finished that little ugly, and emptied out the wheelbarrow full of grassy weeds two times...

Finally it was time to dig my poor lillies up and whatever else I had strength to dig and then transplant it from the old garden of weeds to the new weedless garden surrounded by deer proof fence... oops...maybe I shouldn't say that.

More or less, I was creating my new flower bed , on the spot, s o who knows what it will look like if it doesn't fill up with weeds before any of the plants get to bloom. I still have many more irises to transplant and my big rosebush, but I will need E's help for that... so possibly next week-end.
I was pleased to have relocated my peony. Just reminded myself of my poppies... being dead now, I am not even sure where they are...but I should try to rescue them also. Don't let me forget that!

I am kind of excited that I gave liberation to all of my poor darlings that were choked up in weed ville. I figure this is the next step to making my own park and it will just be a matter of time before its trees and plants are all overgrown too and then it will be all park and no garden.

I wound up my day in the hot-tub for a lovely soak...now I think it is time to get horizontal and read some more of my book! Have a good week everyone...especially Lynn...she is going to see Celine Dion with Nadine, in Vancouver! Wowzers for her! We'll hear all about it, real soon! Thanks Dick, for making Lynn's day!

"The Creator"

Thanksgiving at Joyce's

Whats a visit to Gramma and Grandpas without a weiner roast?

Ethan, savoring the whipped cream

Dad is supervising, but you can see who thechef is:-)!

This would be Buster, the little donkey, who is doing a homestay at Joyce and Morgan's!


Jamie, enjoying the hot chocolate with the whipped cream...Yummo!

Thanks Joyce for sharing your Thanksgiving with me ( and everyone!) Looks like fun ws had by all. It is so nice that Derrick and Barb live close enought to pop down for these special days. You get to know and enjoy those cutey-pie grandkids much more often now...way to go!

"The Creator"