It seems a tad obvious to me that water and I are in a rather uneasy relationship these days.
A few days’ ago, it was the leaking basement – which I am happy to report smells much better and has mostly dried out.
Then, on the same day, I discovered that the water level in the pond had dropped to about one-half its normal level. Why it sprung a sudden leak is beyond me … but I have decided now to reduce the size of the pond and use a pre-formed pond I was given earlier this spring.
As someone jokingly said, maybe the pond is leaking into the basement … but, um, I hate to report, the basement flood was a case of clogged eavestroughs and forgetting to have them cleaned last fall. Oh dear. Bruce, my handyman, appeared today and cleared them for me. He also looked at the pond and said, he’d help fix it starting tomorrow. At the same time, he will begin constructing a trellis that will allow my American Bittersweet vines to grow skywards.
When this work is done, then I will have the unused gravel carport in the back lane changed into a new seating area. The fence has to be moved back, but Bruce assures me that I have all the necessary wood in the garage.
In the meantime, I am painting flowerpots … it I used to paint and stencil flowerpots regularly, but haven’t done any for several years. It feels good to be back doing something that I love. I spent several hours sorting through my stencils – I have a large collection many of which I made.
Good thing that I’m in the painting zone – my pot collection needs restocking (see right for an example of one that is still in good shape). Several of my really large flowerpots have to be emptied and re-stenciled. There will be plenty to do all summer long.
And just to keep things interesting, we have yet another Frost warning for City of Regina. In some ways, I don’t mind covering plants and bringing in tender ones. It is a reminder of how little control we have over the natural world …
~ The green grass flies up in the air, a buoyant cloud swirling about her head. Oh, what a sight is Mrs. Turner cutting her grass and how, like an ornament, she shines. ~
by the beloved prairie author, Carol Shields.]