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The great blueberry hunt

Blueberries. In a pie, muffins, blueberry crisp, on your morning cereal, or straight up by the handful, right off the bush. You can’t beat ‘em. They are truly one of the real treats of living in the north.

Of course anything worthwhile takes some effort. With blueberries it’s picking them. But before you can pick them you have to locate a good patch and here’s the rub.

Deep thinkers

Moose sent me an email the other day claiming that men are deep thinkers and supported that argument with the hypothesis that the pain of childbirth did not hold a candle to the male equivalent of being kicked in the groin. A good argument, but since he has never given birth, as far as I know, he needs delve a little deeper into his thinking.

China Day 11

It dawned sunny and warm. Blue sky! Really our first, so it is time for the sunglasses. Our hotel in Suzhou was very nice and everyone has survived their illnesses so far. After breakfast it’s all aboard for more site seeing. Our guide Jackie launched into our morning Chinese class…All very informative. Too bad my short term memory is shot.

Dangerous words

Ah spring. The grass is green and the mower is just begging to be fired up. The grass on the golf course is also green and the golf cart is ready to roll. The water on the river is sparkling, the outboard is fueled, the minnow bucket filled, and that whole assortment of new tackle lovingly selected over several visits to Bass Pro over the winter is just begging to be tested.

That’s when it happens.

Allergic reactions

It’s a retread, but true, and comes as a warning to grandparents expecting sneaky grandkids over the summer.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

The gene pool has been visiting in force these past weeks. The questions and methods of weaseling desires out of the grandparents are sophisticated enough to put most espionage agencies to shame. For example:

“Lala, how come you don’t have a cat or a dog?” asked ‘she who we cannot say no to’.

China update

By Jack Elliott

China Day 9

It’s our last day on The Yangtze. This morning we visit a Pagoda that sits atop a magnificent rock. The Shibaozhai Pagoda at Zhong was built 300 years ago during the Qing Dynasty. It is now surrounded by a small dyke that protects it from the 175m level created by the Three Gorges Dam. and only accessible by a suspension bridge. To climb to the top of the Pagoda requires stairs up 12 floors which my knees were not up to, but the views around the perimeter were spectacular.

Just say no to crack

It happened “Along about knee deep in June” a few summers back. It was a beautiful summer morning as the usual crew pulled up to the debating table at the Bakery in Rainy River. I prompted Val for an order of toast and a half-dozen other voices chirped in, “Me too.”

Val who was right in the middle of arranging the trays of fresh donuts muttered something about needing a vacation as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Along about knee deep in June

The poem expounding the virtues of June and vines ripe with strawberries that melt in your mouth is idyllic. But the truth is ‘knee deep in June grass’ and time to fire up the lawn mower. The whole topic of lawn care raised its ugly head at the debating table at the Bakery in Rainy River a few years back.

“I was pricing riding mowers this past month,” explained Frank, whose dickey ticker has made his wife really nervous whenever he undertakes any strenuous physical activity.

Getting the dirt

The gardens around our house I had built up a couple decades past have subsided. The mostly peaty, muskeg soil I used has rotted down leaving me with more old, hard clay than my potatoes like. Time for rejuvenation. So I had Kipp dump me a big load in the front yard right where the big old birch tree used to be. That tree under threat by Hydro None for decades for posing a threat to their power lines had finally had the good grace to die a natural death, much to the delight of Pickle who had been lusting after it as a supplement to his firewood stockpile.