Bird Watching is better than a telly

This new squirrel proof bird feeder is so successful I feel my budget will not be able to keep up with the demand for black oilseeds. It holds ten pounds of seeds which the birds are going through in about a week.

The birds hang out on the ground beneath the feeder and the surrounding trees bickering about whose turn it is to actually get a feeder perch. Periodically the squirrel runs between its seed cache, behind the shed, and the ground under the feeder chasing off any birds who are pecking through the seed shells looking for whole seeds so it can get the seeds for itself.

So far the cat is pretending disinterest in the whole setup.

Days Off

Either someone has stolen my Plants of Northern British Columbia book or I stupidly put it away in one of those thirty two boxes of books, taking up space on my basement floor. I don’t like having my books in boxes. A while ago I bought another copy of one of my books. I badly wanted to read it and I couldn’t find it in the boxes, even after taking almost every book out and putting them back again. What a pain. I really don’t want to make a habit of buying duplicate copies of all my books. Continue reading “Bird Watching is better than a telly”

I couldn’t wait to get home from work. Summer Unfolds

I couldn’t wait to get home from work, put on shorts and a tank top, grab a coke from the fridge and my book, Unaccustomed Earth. I took them outside to sit on the deck in the hot sun. You have to take advantage of the weather when it is acting like summer.

I was prompted to pick up this book after listening to Vicki Gabereau interview the award winning author, Jhumpa Lahiri. Lahiri writes about first and second generation Bengali families -immigrants to the United States coming to terms with their adopted culture.

I was a bit taken aback, after reading the first long chapter, to find the book wasn’t a novel but a collection of short stories. I had become so completely immersed in the characters of that first story I had just wanted it to go on and on. However, the rest of the stories were just as mesmerizing.

I find it amusing that the Bengali characters were always lighting cigarettes, or openly displaying bottles of scotch on their dinner tables. It was almost as if they had to do this to prove how Western and sophisticated they had become.
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Green Living and air-conditioned SUV for one

To celebrate the end of my two-week stint of full-time work, a biggie for me, we are going to blow our climate action dividend cheques on dinner in an expensive restaurant.

On Wednesday I listened to a program on CBC. The minister responsible for the carbon tax on gasoline, the resulting lower taxes meant to offset the carbon tax and a $100 dollar cheque for each tax paying British Columbian, was defending his governments attempt to force us to adopt greener habits. According to the minister, this means something like blowing the entire climate action dividend cheque on low energy light bulbs, weatherize our doors and windows, getting our car tuned up. You get the picture.
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Guerrila Gardening: The illicit cultivation of someone else’s land

“it is the self contained, independent nature of guerrilla fighters that make their battle so effective. Free from cumbersome bureaucracy and chains of command, a guerrilla is unplugged, off-grid and powered by common sense. “
writes Richard Reynolds in his book, On Guerrilla Gardening. His well organized informative book outlines the answers to all ones questions, who what when why, would bother planting seeds and cultivating vegetables and flowers in next doors vacant lot only to have the whole thing plowed under by the authorities. The second section is a manual for all would be guerilla gardeners. Throughout his book Reynolds cites many examples of individual guerilla gardening activities, how they succeeded or did not succeed against the establishment. Continue reading “Guerrila Gardening: The illicit cultivation of someone else’s land”

Like the caramel you just popped into your mouth, slowly melting

I’m sitting in the library trying to cool off. I can feel sweat beading under my chin, running down my back and dampening my under arms. My bra is sticking to my body like suction cups on a wet window. I unhooked it at the back then pulling down each strap I was able to pull the whole thing off through one of the armholes of my t-shirt. luckily there is no one in this particular corner.

I was running back to my car, which in this heat is idiotic. This seesaw weather is nuts. For some reason I had a vision of my laptop bag, left on the front seat of my car, door locked but the sunroof wide open and someone with long arms reaching inside to swipe it off the seat. Continue reading “Like the caramel you just popped into your mouth, slowly melting”

Windows Solar Collectors

We first looked at this house in April. Now it has green grass, pots full of flowers and stairs leading up to the front door. The builder was there and so were a lot of other nosy people like us. Inside, the floor was finished in slate, engineered hardwood and carpet in the basement. Some rooms had vaulted ceilings and there were quirky windows everywhere, although the windows faced the wrong way so the light coming in was cold. At one point I was in the kitchen, opening cupboards, admiring the solid black granite counter top when a chill come over me. Out I went into the sunlight. The house faces west. The big overhang on the long south side (RHS in the photo) prevents the sun from shinning into the house. I doubt even in winter, when the sun is lower in the sky, will it be able to stretch its rays underneath and far back enough to shine on the kitchen floor. Continue reading “Windows Solar Collectors”

Hiking Washout

I’ve just arrived back from a long drive up the Bowron lake road. We took the turnoff towards the Vineyards a beautiful alpine area full of sparkling lakes, meadows of colourful wildflowers and views of snow capped peaks in every direction.

It was a typical Ramblers hike with several diehards and a few newcomers. One of the newcomers, an older women a good deal older than any of us, rode in our car. She bragged about other hikes she had done. We talked about future trips and reminisced about past trips. After parking the vehicles we started hiking up an overgrown road toward the trailhead. I was in my usual position at the head of the pack. The weather was warm with a slight breeze so there weren’t any bugs.

After walking about a kilometer we waited for the stragglers except it took longer than the usual five minutes for them to catch up. After what seemed like an eternity, to impatient me, the last two rounded the corner one of them, the newcomer could barely catch her breath. Continue reading “Hiking Washout”

Tromping up and down the mountain. Good to the last second

I’m back from tromping up mountains, every steep pitch, then down again, through hellebore covered slopes, slipping backward onto my butt more times than I care to remember, Fat hellebore leaves are a bitch to walk on especially when the slope is steep. Luckily there was enough snow and lateral moraines to keep things interesting.

Sometimes flowers like Valarian, Paintbrush Fleabane, Aster, Potentilla, Columbine and bog Orchids managed to push their way up between the hellebore leaves filling the meadows with color.

The hike leader packed two boxes of red wine for us all to enjoy thus our campfire conversations were lively and fun until my eyelids shut and I had to pry them open with my fingers so I could see through the gloaming, back to my tent. Yesterday, the third day, we came down the Red Mountain trail. I was reminded of all the skiing I have done there and all the skiing I have yet to do there. This slope is usually covered in snow not hellebores. Continue reading “Tromping up and down the mountain. Good to the last second”

What I Like about going on the Wine Route

After five days of walking, biking and driving the Okanagan wine route, tasting as much wine as we could before our taste buds gave out we knew we had had enough. In fact, now we are home and have unpacked and gloated over all the fabulous wine we just had to buy a bottle, or two or three of, I do not feel like drinking any of them. I’m thinking maybe a beer would be a nice change. I’m sure the feeling will pass.

I’m amazed at the extent my knowledge of wine and how much my taste buds and sense of smell has developed since I first did a wine tour in the Okanagan three years ago. We didn’t even feel guilty if after tasting all the wines on offer our discerning brains told us it was all crap and we didn’t need to buy any of it. It helps if you trust your first instinct, ignore the tasting notes and try to tune out what the sommelier is telling you. After tasting five different Chardonnays from five different wineries I determined I like a Chardonnay to be lightly oaked with a taste of fruit. Too much oak and the flavor of the grape is lost, this is true of red wines as well.

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My Quiet Evangelism

Good news doesn’t have to be rehearsed.

Think about it. If there is a birth or a wedding, no one struggles with how to declare it.

We’re having a baby!

We’re getting married!

The right words are pretty obvious.

On the other hand, bad news requires more thought.

I regret to inform you that…

The cancer has spread.

There’s been an accident.

There is nothing more we can do.

Similarly, good brands spread more organically because the product speaks for itself. We don’t need convincing. We recognize that it is good.

Sure, they advertise good things too but this is usually a matter of bringing something good to our attention.

With evangelism, we are actually commissioned with the tasks of delivering both the good news and the bad news. This is where things get tricky.

We have to address the false advertising of other “brands”.

We have to correct the misinformation that exists about our “brand”.

If we try too hard we come across like carnival barkers or hack magicians. Some people have gotten the impression that we are selling something.

But grace is the free gift of God.

I’m uncomfortable with the idea of faith as a sales pitch and yet I recognize that there is a propositional aspect to truth.

People have to be presented with truth claims before they can accept them.

Many Christians are deathly afraid of sharing about their faith with others. Because of this, a large amount of resources have been developed over the last twenty years to assuage these fears, most notably Sharing Jesus without Fear. The aim of these materials is to equip people to turn the conversation toward the gospel in a natural and non-confrontational way.

But then, there is something about the resulting style of presentation that strikes both Christians and non-Christians as disingenuous.

I don’t, as a rule, talk to strangers about my faith but then I never neglect an opportunity when one presents itself directly. If someone asks me what I believe, I tell them. If someone makes a statement about the Bible or about Jesus that I believe is misguided, I engage them.

But I don’t turn a conversation about the Dallas Cowboys into a Billy Graham crusade and I don’t go looking for arguments.

I realize that many of the first Christians did talk to strangers and were confrontational. I realize that many Christians have found this approach very effective.

In the whole scheme of Christ’s hands and feet, I like to think I serve a different function. Some people are a megaphone. Others of us, like me, are a whispered reassurance that God is here and that He is good.

There is a quiet confidence that comes with true faith that enables one to be still amid chaos or to move with the fury and intensity of God’s love.

May we, one and all, possess that strength.