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Spring is thick upon us. The pear trees are blooming, the blueberries are fertilizing, the morrel mushrooms are fruiting and going straight on our pizza. The cows in the field I walk by every day at work are learning to walk. They are so cute! The lambs are frollicking in the crew-cut grass and the peas are brandishing their new green petals.

We’ve got two big weddings coming up so our focus has been more on arranging that and less on the garden and the bees, it must be admitted. My brother is getting married to his lovely fiancee in a couple weeks in Calgary. Marc and I are flying out at a pukey hour of 5:30am and then we’re staying in a hotel we booked because of the reviews. Get this, it’s my favourite review so far,

Decor strange, staff friendly.

Bring on the strange decor! We stayed in a hostel in Inverness Scotland when we were travelling that could have suited that description perfectly. We’re talking purple walls with technicoloured handprints, lime green baseboards, a red door, zebra striped bedspread on an old iron bed frame. It was surreal. I’m hoping that this hotel brings us close to that experience again. One can only hope.

The second wedding coming up is Marc’s sister at the end of May. That one is a little closer to home, in Victoria. Weddings are such a joyous occasion and I’m really looking forward to them and to all of the planning being finished. Then we can get into the heat of summer with bees, vegetables, Farmer’s markets, pulling weeds in sundresses and sandals.

Pottery is going well and we did our first “bisque” firing at the beginning of the week. This process changes the clay to a ceramic material. It is the stage you do after the clay pots dry, but before you glaze the bowls/cups/plates. So now my works of “art” are rather pinkish, like old bubble gum. And they are waiting for their glaze bath which will come next. Also, we picked up some Earthenware clay. We’ve been using Raku clay which is grittier and for more decorative pots. I really wanted to get into the Earthenware clay because of it’s resilience and functionality. Above most things, I am practical. If I’m making mugs, bowls, and funny-shaped things (that I’ve been told, when it doubt, it’s an ash tray.) I want them to be useful. And did I mention, my teacher is very patient with me. I still have trouble centering the clay and I still ask silly questions, and he dutifully shows up, answers my questions, centers my clay, and generally puts up with my nonsense. Yes, there is lots of nonsense!

Did I mention I bring him cookies? It is my best form of currency… It’s amazing who will work for cookies. So far, my mechanic (which is essential) and my pottery teacher work for cookies so I consider myself a very lucky gal! Let’s see who will work for honey?!

Hope your merge from Winter to Spring is as welcome as it is for me! Happy April!

The Nutritional Fairy

If only there was a fairy that could come along and deposit vitamins under your pillow at night, closely related to the tooth fairy. She would ensure that you were eating a balanced diet, or she would assign the tooth fairy as her hitman. But, as the obese people of North America exemplify, this is not the case.

I strive to eat healthy. I concoct all sorts of fooling devices to ensure that Marc eats healthy. I try not to go on diets (because I don’t have the self control for them.) and I try to do things in moderation. So what do you think about “Healthy Cookies?”

p31000132These cookies have everything BUT the kitchen sink. They are composed of whatever I have left after making granola. Now, I do not have a nutritional break down of these cookies, but I think the Fairy would approve.

I look forward to being able to make soup from veggies I grew. But for now, we’ll have to settle with heirloom organic lentil and rice mix from the store. Marc has a special talent with making good soups into¬† Miraculous Soups!

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To encourage ourselves with our store-bought soup we reconstituted, we took a drive to check on our seedlings. Note the one with leaves. They are not mine! Mine are the ones still sleeping under the black soil. Lesley’s seeds are a couple weeks ahead of mine so it gives mine courage to poke through their new world.

p3100015p3100017So as we cheer the seeds on, we dream. Wishing the seeds all the success and the snow to melt quickly. Thank you Fairy, for all the wisdom!