Saturday, January 26, 2013

Funny sentences I have read lately

"Note that exploding head syndrome is not an example of spontaneous human combustion, nor does it involve the head actually exploding."
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I've been busy getting ready for the first spring craft show (Cottontails), so haven't been out and about much. But I can't believe I forgot to post these pictures from a couple of weeks ago:

You may have to enlarge the picture to see it, but this is actual snow.

It only stuck this much, though.

People in the north probably have no conception of this, but around here, whenever snow is mentioned, you have to also discuss whether or not it will stick. (It usually doesn't.)
In other terribly exciting weather news, it has been raining.

Recent view...

which is better than this...

but still not back to this... which is what we used to call "normal".
We didn't have nearly the number of winter Hooded Merganser visitors that we are used to. But lately there have been quite a few Wood Ducks hanging around. (They're extremely camera-shy though.)

Saturday, January 19, 2013

I'm A Violet


THIS IS WHAT KIND OF FLOWER YOU ARE

You Are a Violet



"You have a shy personality. You tend to hesitate before trying new things or meeting new people. But once people get to know you, you open up and show the world what you are really all about."
Look in the side bar to take the quiz and find out what kind of flower you are. I know you've always wondered!

Friday, January 18, 2013

The Toad, the Damselfly and the Owl

We were out walking with Harry when he gave a yell and crouched down, telling me excitedly about a baby toad he had spotted.. I could see nothing, but took his word (and better eyesight) for it. I pointed the camera and took half a dozen photos of what looked like grass and ivy...but he was right, there was a beautiful little toad hidden deep in the grass.




A Tiny Toad

Well done Harry!




Damselfly

I spotted the blue flash of a damselfly and ...

was delighted to find I had captured this photograph of a little beauty.

We were just turning for home when we spotted a large bird flying around the meadow...I couldn't make out what it was, but I could guess... point, click, hope for the best...




Barn Owl
Apologies for the poor quality, but there it is, a barn owl. Daylight hunting to feed her young. She was a very long way off, so I was thrilled to get this photo of her.
Now that is what I call a wonderful country walk.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Cabin Creek ..

Jennifer woke up with a sore throat so we cancelled our plan to ski at Lake Wenatchee and camp in Leavenworth. She was still interested in doing something so we went to Cabin Creek once again. We have found it smart that if you are not going to get there first thing in the morning that it is a good idea to wait until Noon to get there. That way the morning people are leaving and there are less people out on the trails. We also managed to get the best weather (no rain) that we have had at Cabin Creek all year. We did one loop and called it a day so Jennifer wouldn't get too run down. The groom was a bit tracked out but the snow was soft and forgiving. I fell once going uphill when I didn't spread my skis enough. Other than that it was a good time.
Not quite blue skies, but no precip

Little Wild Horse Canyon





For the majority of our honeymoon Jessica and I explored the canyonlands of southern Utah for a couple of weeks. We had beautiful weather for the majority of the trip and did 16 hikes that added up to a total distance of 64 miles. We wanted to stay away from the large crowds that often plague national parks of the southwest, so we focused primarily on exploring and hiking within Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument. This monument is administerednot by the NPS (National Park Service)but by the BLM (Bureau of Land Management). The monument consists mostly of dirt backroads leading to trailheads with trails that have little to no maintenance but lead to some incredible canyons. Most, but not all, of our hikes were within this monument.

Our first canyon hike was in Little Wild Horse Canyon, not far from Goblin Valley State Park. We left our motel in Green River early in the morning hoping to be the first ones at the trailhead. Our plan worked as we were the only vehicle in sight when we arrived at the start of the trail. The trail was beautiful right from the beginning as it headed up the wash. Before long we were in the canyon, but it was quite wide at that point. Not long after hiking up and around a dry fall, we were in the canyon narrows. This is where it got really interesting. The canyon had several nice sections of narrows and in the narrowest section we had to turn sideways in order to make it through. Eventually we came to a few boulders wedged in the canyon that put a stop to our forward progress. At this point we turned around and returned to the trailhead via the same route we came in on. It was a wonderful start to our canyon adventure!


St Andrews jewels




It's raining stair rods again today (after 2 dry days!) but I thought we'd all had enough of rainy photos. So from a recent dry day my daughter and I spent in St Andrews - although such are the micro climates of Scotland that it was raining in Edinburgh - here's some colour and summer fun.

St Andrews is like a jewel box: there are small delights to be uncovered at every turn. They don't hit you in the face as Edinburgh's do. This is rather restful when you're used to things like a whopping big castle on a rock. Above, a display of traditional seaside accoutrements outside an ironmongers shop. There must be slim profits this summer for makers and sellers of shrimp nets and whirly windmills to stick onto sandcastle turrets.

Below, a little gem of a window.





Of course I had to get closer to see what the little models were. Perhaps a leftover from the Jubilee celebrations?





And even closer, to see Mrs Queen. By this time the sound of daughterly eye-rolling behind me was deafening...




Sunday, January 13, 2013

Logs to Burn!



Logs to BurnLogs to burn. Logs to burnLogs to save the coal a turnHere's a word to make you wiseWhen you hear the woodman's cries.
Never heed his usual taleThat he has splendid logs for saleBut read these lines and surely learnThe proper kind of logs to burn.
Oak Logs will warm you wellif they are old and dryLarch logs of pinewood smellBut the sparks will fly.
Beech logs for Christmas timeYew logs will heat you well'Scotch' logs it is a crimefor anyone to sell.
Birch logs will burn too fastChestnut scarce at allHawthorn logs are good to lastif you cut them in the fall.
Holly logs will burn like waxYou should burn them greeElm logs like smouldering flaxWith no flame to be seen.
Pear logs and apple logsThey will scent your roomCherry logs across the dogssmell like flowers in bloom.
But ash logs all smooth and greyburn them green or oldBuy all that come your wayThey're worth their weight in gold.
Another one:
Oak logs will warm you well

That are old and dry

Logs of pine will sweetly smell

But the sparks will fly.Birch logs will burn too fast

Chestnut scarce at all;

Hawthorn logs are good to last

Cut them in the fall.Holly logs will burn like wax,

You may burn them green;

Elm logs like smoldering flax

No flame to be seen.

Beech logs for winter time

Yew logs as well

Green Elder logs it is a crime

For any man to sell.Pear logs and apple logs

They will scent your room,

Cherry logs across the dogs

Smells like flower of broom.Ash logs smooth and grey,

Burn them green or old,

Buy up all that come your way –

Worth their weight in gold.
There are lots of these poems - interestingly, they seem to have blended, with whole verses transposed from one version to another.
Logs to burn, logs to burn,
Logs to save the coal a turn,
Here's a word to make you wise,
When you hear the woodsman cry.

Beechwood fires burn bright and clear,Hornbeam blazes too,
If the logs are kept a year,to season through and through.
Oaken logs will warm you well,if they're old and dry,
Larch logs of pinewood smell but the sparks will fly.

Pine is good and so is Yew for warmth through wintry days,
The Poplar and the Willow too, they take too long to blaze.

Birch logs will burn too fast, Alder scarce at all,
Chestnut logs are good to last, cut them in the fall.

Holly logs will burn like wax, you should burn them green,
Elm logs like smouldering flax, no flames with them are seen.

Pear logs and Apple logs, they will scent your room,
Cherry logs, across the dogs, they smell like flowers in bloom.

Ash logs, so smooth and gray, burn them green or old,
Buy up all that come your way they're worth their weight in gold.

This is a version which I posted in January last year...
Beechwood flames are bright and clear

if the logs be kept a year

Oaken logs burn steadily

If the wood be old and dry

Chestnut's only good they say

If long dry years it's laid away

But Ash when new or Ash when old

Is fit for a queen with a crown of gold.




by Dorothy Tilson



Birch and Fir they burn too fast

Blaze too bright and will not last

Build a fire of elder tree

Death within your house you'll see.

If you would bake the sweetest bread

Use Hawthorn, or so 'tis said

But Ash when green or Ash when brown

Will please a queen with a golden crown



Elm will burn like churchyard mould

Even the very flames are cold

Poplar gives a bitter smoke

Burns your eyes and makes you choke

Apple wood will scent your room

Pear wood smells of flowers in bloom.

But Ash when wet or Ash when dry

A queen may warm her slippers by.
Each version has something to offer. I must conduct an experiment next autumn...cut some Hawthorn (second poem) then, when it has seasoned, use it to fire-up the Rayburn when I am baking bread (final poem) ... It is cold and snowy outside - another day for sitting next to the fire and dipping into old books - life is tough!