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Friday, September 28, 2018

The Tease of the September Sun

 The Tease of the September Sun

The tease of a Sunny day in September
Brings with it Summer days to remember.

The world is bright but the wind is cool
The trees have leaves  of a different hue

The geese are flying high above just like they were in Spring
But the direction of their urgent flight is quite the different thing. 

Fields are forgotten for the months ahead
The harvest done, the farmer now can rest instead.

At five o'clock the darkness leaps
The weakened sunshine sinks to sleep

Meals are eaten under kitchen light
Window panes reflect the night. 

Soon the cold will join the dark
The  Sun of September a mere memory spark. 

Thursday, September 27, 2018

All Done!


Tomato sandwiches, homemade bread with crusts, mayonnaise, wax paper, and plums.
Sealers of water gone warm.
Blackened hands from a special type of greasy dust.
Grasshoppers on the dash and mice nests under the seat.
The constant grind of the auger, the urgent call on the CB along with the smell of gas and sweat.
Pity not those who are regulated to peeling potatoes and making harvest meals ...at least they rarely know of what they

have missed.

All is quite now. Just a bit of breeze tickling the empty chaff caught in the harsh unnatural verticle brush cut like 

straightness of dry and empty stalks. A mouse vainly seeks cover from watchful eyes from far above. Just the worn tracks 

of heavy laden vehicles that have left paths that are at once dusty black but also as firm as bike lane concrete give 

testimony to the frenzied energy spent not even one afternoon ago.

Monday, September 24, 2018

Falling Foggy Fall

I wonder what the eagle and hawk think has happened when fog corrupts their vision. I bet there is not a high diving swoop down on mornings like this.
If I were a mouse or bunny rabbit, I would today be free to fete with a Fall Fog Frolic in the forest of fallen leaves no fear of fleeing from flying foe that frighten and feed on furred flesh frequently found feeding in the sunlight.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Mouse Tails

Mouse Tails
A houseless mouse must never think it will be welcome in a mouseless house
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Little mouse upon my floor
How I want you out my door!
Running here and running there
Is there no place you don't dare?
Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen sink.
There is no safe place I do not think.
Mouse trap, caulking, poison pots
It is a good thing the store has lots!
Tiny feet that race and run
Makes me wish I had a gun.
Miss Housie Mousie please don't breed.
If that is the case I must then leave.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Angel Dust



The night was dark
 On my pillow my head I  parked.

My sleep was deep
My dreams were such
Of  angels spreading fairy dust.

But anguished screaming daylight brings
Nay not an angel--but a moth
Tangled in the  bedded cloth.








Whattssat Uncle Bob?


Telling a city kid about farm machinery...
--That is a combine..you can tell it is a combine and not a swather because it has an auger...that big sticking out part on the side...which is sometimes not actually sticking out but is sticking towards the back of the machine. ....unless of course it is actually just an auger..which might be stuck in a bin, a hopper , or just dragged behind a tractor , truck, or even car. No--not a grasshopper which might be called a hopper but rather something that holds grain..btw a combine also has a hopper and a swather does not. Now a swather just cuts the grain-with a reel and a cutter and yes a combine can have a reel and a cutter as well but sometimes it has a pick up.
No not the kind of a pick up that cousin Jeb has on Saturday (how do you know about that?) I mean something with teeth that picks up the grain that was cut by the swather. The teeth are metal and no you do not floss them
That over there with a cab is a tractor. It is used to pull combines and swathers --although not all combines need to be pulled nor do some swathers because some swathers and combines are self propelled unless of course they have broken down and in that case they probably are Massey's..(Don't ask).
Before you even think of starting up a combine or swather the first thing you gotta do is grease some nipples and tighten some belts...you listening to me boy? (Get that silly looking grin off yer face).
No-- not all tractors have cabs but if they do most have air conditioning and even a radio. If they do not have a cab they might have an umbrella.
A quonset is that steel building in the yard. No it is not a place to celebrate Kwanzaa..it is a place where a farmer might store his combined grain after he has filled all his bins. When the grain is sold the farmer will then store his combine in the quonset and celebrate like it IS Kwanza with all the money he has made. The money MIGHT last a week like Kwanzaa and it might not..
Next week I will tell you how to differentiate between fertilizer and a politician's promises.. which to place in the ground and which to let go in one ear and out the other. As my grandpa would say ," Keep your eyes open and your ears clean if you don't want a crop of potatoes growing in them".

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Eating In

Snoopy sniffy  little mouse
Scurrying into my little house

Running along the edge of walls
Flash of gray along the halls.

Warm and safe within this house
You think you'll invite your  brother mouse.

Crumbs of food upon the floor
Lots of food behind the door!

The scratchy sound of  tiny paws
The flying tail and bitty claws

The wiggly nose that never stops
Can  smell the goodies  in all the spots.

Silky whiskers wave and flutter
Like flags of safety through the butter
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Four feet  race along my  kitchen floor
Sounds like NASCAR came through the door.

Downy soft pinkish ears
Hear the screaming and the fear.

So much for 'eating in' for little mouse.
The traps are set  throughout the house.











Thursday, September 6, 2018

Bonne Fete


As I was cleaning and folding my laundry today I came across some very precious items that have come my way over the years.

  These  articles have come to me by mail on an annual basis for at least 24 years.

Some have become worn and thin and the years have not left many stain free  or without a little hole or two to commemorate times of use other than that which was they were intended.

Many of these items have been used by all members of the family, sometimes joyfully and at  other times under duress.
These items have witnessed many happy times and family festivals and have served to contribute to the well being of many Xmases, Birthdays, Easters, and  Thanksgivings. 

Some were used keep young children clean and others were used to keep lunch kits dry and tea kettles shining. Sometimes they would serve as makeshift doilies on a child's play table, sometimes as scarves during dress up time. 

Some of these articles have had children as young as five use them and some have never felt a child's touch.

I speak of a group of tea towels that I have received as a annual birthday present from a long time friend.   A birthday package that after the first ten years became  anticipated and  was always appreciated.  A simple gift in a plain brown envelope but with the gift of time and thoughtfulness attached. 

There were some birthdays that nearly would have gone unnoticed if it weren't for that little parcel in the mail.  New things for the kitchen were at times a luxury in  the days of school books, piano lessons, haircuts, and dentist appointments.   

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Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Trudeau Bin

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This is what was once called a Trudeau Bin and I helped my dad build several of them 



circa 1968. 

Big yields combined with no quota resulted in a glut of grain on the prairies 

and therefore many farmers were searching for a storage solution for all the grain that c

could not be sold.

 Pierre Trudeau was the Prime Minister at the time...so Trudeau Bin was aptly named as was the

 Bennet Buggy in the 1930's. 


Bennet Buggies were cars that were drawn by horses because of the lack of money to buy
gas. R.B. Bennet was the then Prime Minister.


September in Saskatchewan

Dots of moisture make polka dot splashes on quiet combines.
Thermoses half filled with coffee lay cold on the seats of stilled grain trucks. Dusty jackets smelling of barley and diesel tossed on the back entrance beside the boots that have carried in the evidence of one more round before it got tough. Farmers gathering in a warm and dry cafe warily watching and listening for the quietness of bright sunshine so they may again hear the whirring and rustle of harvest .
September in Saskatchewan

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

School Safety

I miss school. 
I miss the new notebooks, the new binders, the new lunch kit. I miss riding my bike 2.5 miles in the cool autumn mornings and the return ride in the warm if not actually hot afternoons.

The first week was the best...sandwiches of tomatoes and dark prune plums for lunch. 

New, to me, readers and textbooks would have all been passed out by the teacher. Spare time would be spent exploring the topics with a sense of pride that one must be pretty mature and grown up to study what seemed like mysterious and intricate topics such as 3 digit division, the six simple machines with diagrams along with a new dictionary and atlas.

Every new notebook would have had its most neatly written page nearly filled with the determination that THIS year every page following would remain as neat.

There have been more important moments in my life with more important outcomes but right now and at this point in time my memories as a prairie girl going to a rural school in the 50s are as precious as any other.

I felt safe and secure at that school as ever I have ever felt..in spite of the Cold War, the need for polio vaccines, and dangers of unpasteurized milk. I guess sometimes ignorance is bliss. 

Monday, September 3, 2018

66 is the new 43

Someone recently told me that I looked like a woman of 43.
I told them that no one has said that to me since I was 32.

Home Again

When we drove back into the yard after an amazing month long trip we anxiously looked about searching for any damage to the house and yard from either the elements or man or beast. But instead there was only lush green grass grown tall from what must have been ample rainfall. The previously dry creek was flowing and has become the home again of many marshland species. We saw a flash of yellow from a nesting group of American Goldfinches. We felt almost as interlopers, as unwelcome strangers as birds called out announcements of our arrival as we unpacked the vehicle.

Later in the evening we heard what sounded like 50 coyotes howling just a stone's throw from the house. I wondered as I laid in bed if it was a warning, a greeting, or simply a mournful wailing that must be expressed by every living being at some point.
When the howling ceased a calm and quiet set in the type of which we had not heard in nearly a month.

Summer Storms

As I sit here in my living room looking out the window I can see clouds approaching from the North West. Thunder rolls and the leaves on the trees are warily still. A summer storm approaches but until it actually arrives one has no idea of its strength or extent. Hail? Wind? or merely a Spit of Rain? Should we worry and rush about closing windows and gathering clothes from outside or should we be like the birds who can be still heard singing while the sun is darkened and the sky rumbles like falling rocks sliding down a mountside.
This storm may pass us by...it may bring flashing light and bending wind but one can be assured that through it all a tiny feathered bird will be sitting still in a sheltered branch ready to sing and fly once more.
I wonder how many of us are as determined to sing again after our human storms have passed?

As A Kid...

As a kid did you ever......
1. ..put doll clothes on a cat?
2. ..wonder why the moon was following you?
3. ..have your dog really eat your homework?
4. ..ate molasses thinking it was chocolate?
5. ..ate licorice thinking it might be chocolate?
6. ..pretended that you were invisible?
7. ..climbed into the dog house?
8. ..hid under a bed?..ie your sister's?
9. ..kissed your mirror?
10. ..stuck a knife in a toaster that was plugged in?
11. ..had a jar of grasshoppers? Worms? or moths?
12. ..stepped on a nail?
13. ..threw up at school?
14. ..chewed previously chewed gum from under your desk?
15. ..climbed all over the kitchen without touching the floor..ie cupboards, chairs, table , fridge?

When I Was Five....


When I was about 5 there seemed to be something special going on. I realize looking back now that Mom was probably in a bit of a dither because the UCW..United Church Women ..were coming out to the farm on a summer's afternoon for a meeting.
I specifically remember the house being particularly clean and being cautioned to be 'very'quiet' while the company was around. As a consequence after the ladies (some in hats) went down the hallway into the living room for the meeting I was left to my own quiet devices in the kitchen.
Now I do not remember why I wanted to reach the top of the refridgerator, but there must have been some sort of tempting item up there that would make a 5 year old brain think it would be a good idea to step on top of an open 10 pound bag of rolled oats that was propped against fridge's side.
The fall was short but the mess was great. The sight of rolled oats spread out all over the corner of Mom's pristine UCW ready floor still remains viviid in my 5 year old child's memory.
Terror blocked out the not so silent scream as this guilt ridden five year old went racing down the hall, through the staid and proper inner sanctum of 'the meeting' and ran up up up the stairs to my bed ( knowing in my mind that that was where I would end up anyways as punishment for 'the grievous' crime).
Confusion and disbelief set in when I heard my mother's sweetest voice call up to me from the bottom of the stairs..."Penny...Penny Dear..you can come down now. It is Ok. You aren't in trouble."




A New Day Begins

A new day begins.
The sky is clear and the breeze is gentle. The birds are singing.
Today Time lies ahead unstructured, unplanned, without a schedule.
How, at the end of this dollop of artifical structure of time called Day, will it be described?
Will it be noted in my memory because of some happening to myself or to another?
Will it be a date the the World will find remarkable so much so that it will be memorized for exams by students a hundred years from now because of an event that will effect is all?
Or will this day simply melt into a summer hazy blur mixed with vague memories of weather and mundane happenings of everyday life such as routine work, meal planning, and household chores?
No amount of surmising, analyzing, or predicting will reveal what tonight's thoughts of this Day will be.
It is kind of exciting to think about isn't it?

The Seeing Spot

So far today I watched two pair of Baltimore Orioles and a juvenille Robin nibble on honeysuckle berries. I saw a Pileated Woodpecker glide among the trees. I heard crows and magpies as I scanned the wooded area behind my house listening and looking while making sure not to be too visible behind the screened window.
And just when I decided I had to leave my 'seeing' spot I was called to stay a moment longer by the howls of coyotes hidden amongest the brush and trees.
It seems that I was not the only 'watcher' of the woods this morning.

Safely Sleep

Strange sounds in the woods tonight as the moon's beams splash the Earth and red Mars twinkles. Scratches and squawks and hurried steps are heard as a cool breeze dances by.
The leaves swoosh as moths flick at the window pane. Porch light that palls even the vibrant moon is flicked on in hope that it may also dull the curiosty of those who are black coated, soft footed and heavily clawed On the deck lies a dog with eyes closed and two ears open. Canine dozing involves breathing in the scent of those that should and should not be near; ready to give the call, a warning and a challenge so that I may sleep feeling protected.
So why then can I not?

A Saturday Afternoon Drive

Went sightseeing yesterday touring small towns and checking crops on scenic drives on a hot and rainy summer's day. Not much traffic on those sleepy country roads and even less on the main street in my home town in Saskatchewan. We saw one car parked, one vehicle moving, and one person walking the street.
It used to be that Saturday afternoons were the busiest afternoons. There would be cars angle parked all along the street. People walking on sidewalks going in and out of grocery and hardware stores, getting the mail and meeting for coffee in the restaurant. Country kids would be dropped off at the town playground while parents did their business. Gas stations would be busy filling vehicles for those farmers who had only 'purple' gas in their yard tanks. ðŸ˜‰There was nary a soul even at the sports grounds whose entrance was guarded by stantions erected by the local Legion.
Ironically the only person we saw who I actually talked to was someone who happened to be visiting at the cemetery To add a bit more irony we did not know each other but had both grown up in the same community 40 years ago.
*Purple gas was gas that was untaxed and stained purple for farmers to use soley in their farm equipment. It was not legal to have purple gas in the family car. There would be regular or rather 'irregular' checks by police checking for the dreaded evil doers using purple gas revealing the character flaws of many an upstanding citizen including teachers and ladies of the UCW..United Church Women League
.... and everyone in between.
The police now focus on more meaningful check stops such as truck safety and .08 driving impairement as so they should.

Housey Mousey

Mousey mousey in my housey
Scratch scratch scratch
Traps are set my little pet
A big surprise you soon will get
Scratch scratch scratch
Missed you once but won't miss twice
Will get you soon before the thrice
Scratch scratch..
SNAP!

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Warm Meat

The  searching for various ways to make take away meals attractive, nutritious, and easy to pack will begin this week. 

Ice packed and insulated soft sided lunch bags bulging with easy to open reusable containers being carried to and from school will be once again pulled from the back of the cupboard in order for another influx of carefully carved fruit, pizza bites, and juice cartons to be placed lovingly inside. 

There will be a mass buying of puddings, fruit roll ups, individually wrapped crackers, cheese, and bits of yogurt covered nuts and raisins.  Juice Boxes and GoMilk containers will be added.

All this thinking about lunches and the manner in which they are packed fills my mind, if not my stomach, with some heartwarming if not exactly Canadian Food Guide memories of some different sort of school lunches.

There were be  no soft sided lunch kits. Instead  only tin 'barn' shaped containers with  hard sided snap closing  with black handles would be used.  Perhaps a name written in pen on a piece of white medical tape attached onto one side. 

Secondly there were not  any sort of store bought lunch snacks  in the type wrapped in plastic in predetermined portions accompanied by a plastic stick or spoon. Instead perhaps a store bought  lunchtime snack would be the Wagon Wheel . 

 Thirdly, non-refrigerated sandwiches of home grown sliced beef with mustard and pepper in slices of homemade bread made at 7 am and resting on a warm school shelf until noon would have  a special tenderness to them that cannot be replicated, particularly if Miracle Whip is also been placed along with the mustard.

Besides the often opted for peanut butter and jam sandwiches, one can sometimes look forward to plain Tomato sandwiches again slathered with Miracle Whip and pepper, and yet  again  await consumption for 5 hours, uncooled , wapped in wax paper in a tin box.

Cheese slices of Velvetta lying between white bread and coloured margarine was also a safe bet.  

Later perhaps as store bought food became more available the sandwiches made of Spam, Spic, Canned Chicken, and, of course, that type of round steak never to be denied-- the ever salty, high fat content piece of questionable meat-like substance called Bologna came to be the fare given to those of us  from the country along with an air of  sophisticated urbanity.  These sandwiches were  only be surpassed in chic  mother imagination by cold wieners packed in a roll of wax paper with slices of homemade bread and mustard--a cold version of a hot dog. 

Combine these type of  school age consumables, especially if they are made with  uniformity of store bought white bread, and packed in the modern coloured lunch kits depicting various television characters and one would be the student to be envied by all, every bit as much as one is with the latest iPhone or texting device of today. 

Desserts would be, of course, homemade  oatmeal cookies, chocolate cake with thick icing, or puffed wheat cake. After a few years the 'new' Rice Krispie cake started to appear.

Fruit  may consist of oranges, apples, and plums in season.
Sometimes homemade jars of canned fruit may appear consisting of peaches, raspberries or rhubarb.

Wax paper would be reused is possible.  Tin lunch kits would be washed daily and rinsed in scalding water and left to dry with the lid open  to rest on the kitchen cupboard for the next day's culinary creations made with love and good intentions.  



As most schools in the country did not have proper wells with adequate drinking water, students would have to often carry drinking water with them to school.  The jars of water would languish alongside the sandwiches no matter what the temperature.  The jars containing the water were often canning jars...sometimes their first purpose was something quite different...such as perhaps a jar for pickled herrings. This would make for an interesting combination in taste and satisfaction one hot June afternoon while riding my bike 2 1/2 miles home on a dirt road in the country.

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Ten Things You Don''t Want to See

Ten Things You Don't Want to See:

1. Five children under 12 with Red Dye Stains on their lips, hands, and clothing as they climb aboard the already crowded public transportation bus of which you are a passenger and where  beside you there is an empty seat.

2.  Bruises on your teacher's wife's legs.

3.  Dogs  'playing' on the playground outside the Grade Seven classroom that day  so long ago causing even the teacher to pause and close the curtains.

4.  The cop car turning into town five minutes after you discover  the opened bottle of booze under the front seat of your parent's car. 

5.  A bear standing between you and your Boston Terrier.

6.  Smoke coming out of the green bale stack that  you have just spent all morning hauling and unloading.

7.  Smoke coming out of the stone pile where the twelve year old you had been smoking earlier in the day.

8.  A grandfather with black licorice in his hands and your four children dressed for town within his
reach.

9. A magpie hanging upside down caught in a tree by an old fishing line too high up to be saved or even recovered until something 'gives'.

10.  Someone handing your elderly relative with loose dentures a handful of Christmas peanuts to chew.