Tag: outdoors

BEANS ANYONE

Think back on your most memorable road trip.

At the time I was 19 could’ve been 18 we went on a road trip from Kitchener Ontario to Kingston Mosport500. That was a long time ago.

My boyfriend and I left on a motorcycle his brother and wife went in a Camaro with the top down. We all had a great ride as for us, it rained pretty hard; the Camaro put its top up , at least the traffic was fine, everything was fine until a bee flew down my shirt. It’s not fine anymore. We parked the motorcycle I got off and started stripping, carefully not to get stung, and when I looked up, there was an old man so full of joy standing in the window with such a happy jolly face staring down at me, I had no time to be ashamed or embarrassed-petrified of being stung.

Now arriving at Mosport it was dark, we were wet, the car people were fine, and it was really late at night, we pitched the tent, we slept, yes in our wet clothes and woke to roaring sounds of the ring ding dinging of roaring motorcycles.

I work first and went out I was shocked but the scenery was too comical I had to giggle and laugh and I had to wake everybody up to come outside just to see where we pitched our tents.

Right in the middle of the practice field! We had to move of course. So we re-pitched the tent we made a campfire they put me in charge of the food. while we were doing our best to dry off.

Beans anyone? Yes, that’s what we brought, a can of beans loaf of bread whatever else but for breakfast everybody would like the beans on toast that the two men were British, beans on toast it was.

Now, don’t ask me how I did it, because I don’t know, but I cooked the beans, I toasted eight slices of bread, put the bread on plates. Now everybody had their plate, of beans toast and a spoon. Now everybody was so happy and I don’t know what happened next? But somehow, I dropped my plate of beans and it went in her long blonde hair, it went all over her husband’s clothes & someone on his face, it went into my man’s clothes and his long hair. . .Oh my, and I had ONE bean on my boot. I did my best not to laugh as she had herself bent over scraping beans out of her hair and tossing it to the ground and he was swiping off his self and pulling it out of his hair so was my man, and I was just standing there picking one bean off my boot.

It was a very good thing Mosport put on a great show so great even a news reporter was knocked out of a tree from a runaway bike that went up the tree knocking the guy and his camera out. Yup, it was a great time, and one I will never forget.

But of course there are two more incidents on two other road trips with the same people but that’s another story.

Mosport Indy 500 beans anyone.

THE VALLEY SO LOW

What do you love about where you live?

Down in the valley, the valley so low, where the storms and the snowfalls, very seldom go.

We are free from tornadoes, and Mini typhoons, but sometimes they slip through, and I get everyone’s junk .

Sometimes I sit here, watching storm clouds rolled by, sometimes lightning keeps me inside.

I am down in the valley, a valley so low, not many people, come here and go.

Orange Moon

SEVENTY TWO HOURS LATER

I am happy to say that in seventy two hours my first book will be published. Phobia The Aftermath-The Black Death.

Yippee. Then onto editing more scary book.

The Flask Drinkers

The Red Dove & The Nameless Girl.

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FDMNLF5V

OH THE SILENCE OF IT ALL

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

The question can be very easy if you have a preference, but if the mountains and the beach are both as enjoyable, as each other, the question becomes hard to answer.

Starting with the mountains they’re beautiful-they’re amazing to see, while standing in it’s silence wondering what is under it’s green blanket.

But what is the size of this mountain, is it a very short mountain is it a tall mountain? You know a bear climbed up the mountain to see what was on the other side, and on the other side of the mountain was-the other side of the mountain.

I have seen mountains from afar and wondered about climbing, then stopping to think, will there be mountain goats to butt me off, or mountains lions, bears? How far up will I get before I need to turn around and come down? Then, what lives in the mountains anyways, snakes, and spiders and little vicious creatures, that jump out at you scaring the wits out of you?

I prefer standing back and letting the beauty sink in. But mountains are a spectacular site and do they not call mountains actual volcanos anyway? (Just asking.)

No, I think let’s go to the water, let’s go to the beach, yeah the beach-the serenity while you float on your back. It’s a different kind of silent.

I love the beach as much as getting to see mountains, they both bring the same wonderments as they both are so far away from my home.

Beauty is, in the eye of the beholder and the beach & mountains are beautiful to my eyes.

It it quite joyous to see all the people sitting on towels or blankets, some under umbrellas, some just basking in the sun, picnic baskets, balls, children, running and laughing, and then the beauty of the water glistening under the sun, and the peaceful sound of the waves rushing in.

Aw the beach with it’s cool water climbing up my legs as I wade in up until my knees, causing yelps of chills on my naked skin.

I laugh, pausing to catch my breath, braving the cold to carry on to my shoulders. Believe me. This process takes me close to ten minutes before I am up to my neck in water.

But then. . .Aw yes, but then…SHARKS!

There are no sharks where I live, so they say. But! And this is a big but. I am a statistical person. Meaning, I don’t want to be on the statistical side of things to be dragged away by a shark where there’s not supposed to be sharks and believe me, the very idea-I lose my breath, and freak out and head back to shore, not swimming, running. I figure it’s more quiet.

😬 Bahahaha. I know. It was all just a simple question, but then factors jump in the way and they should be part of the answer.

So what do you prefer mountains or the beach? Oh the silence of it all.

The End.

Nova Scotia 

THE DAY I WAS BORN

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

The day I was born the frosted cold wind swirled its way around my mother like wrapping cotton candy around its cone, as she made her way to the outhouse close to ten feet from the house.

Quote: I thought I had to have a good shit. Unquote. But in its stead, I was born.

Quote: I took my clothes off and wrapped you up so you wouldn’t freeze to death.

Here I am.

THE END.

DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Growing up there were no computers until you saw them on television in movies, wall to wall reels with loads of knobs, lights and robotic sounds, allowing for outdoor activities and no sitting around.

Again, growing older-still no computers that I knew of, made way for learning crafts like cooking, sewing, ironing and knitting along with crocheting and washing walls and floors then windows and time, time to create things and time to spare! Just slim, trim and no sitting around unless I was drawing pictures or printing down thoughts or jotting down words to a new song I wanted to learn.

Then around the age of twenty something, still no computers in my life just getting fancier on the television screen. Paper. Paper became very important to me, never having enough of the stuff or running out of it-needing to use napkins or the backs of news letters coming through the mail, all the while wondering if there would be a better way to save my printed or written stories.

“WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE PAPER!” Who used the last piece of paper without saying anything? What’s the matter with you people, you can’t say, “I have the last piece of paper!” This loss of paper forced my hand, I started printing on walls until more paper was present. Then frig that!!! I painted my one wall with blackboard paint. How do you like that?

Then…Chalk, chalk, CHALK! Where is all the chalk? “The baby ate it. Or the dog or I saw the cat playing with something, could have been the chalk.” What’s the matter with you guys? Holy sack man… pick up the chalk.

After that, every time I saw paper on sale, no matter where I was, I bought it. Lined paper unlined paper, paper with holes…I didn’t care as long as it was paper. And chalk, lots of chalk. Let’s see the baby eat all that 😱😬 just kidding. I’ll take a baby any day over chalk.

Life without a computer? DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW…” To late! Noooo. Numbering. Paper flying all over the room like a rocket blasted off with me trying to snatch each sheet out of the air. Numbering. “Close the window.” And the paper just falls to the floor floating like little feathers to their doom, now a hundred sheets of paper or more blankets the room like it’s all good, we didn’t leave the room? But it’s not all good, because where is page one?

Life without a computer with UNNUMBERED sheets of paper holding days of my written work now smiling all over the place at me is harsh😤, leaving me to READ just to find page two, three, four, five…😩, you get the picture. Growl…Growl…Roar. Bahahaha.

Life without a computer taught me to remember to number each sheet of paper, even if it’s just page one.

Life without a computer

Have a fantastic day everyone, if not, make it fantastic yourself. It’s nobodies responsibility to make you happy-that’s all on you.

The End

ORGANIC GARLIC ART

Shopping for garlic scapes.
Bagged eleven bags of Organic Scapes.

These garlic scapes are so very tasty and can be used in many ways, raw or cooked.

When you use scapes raw, just chop them up and toss them into a salad or on your sandwich-this way they are spicy hot to the tongue, cooked, they can be used in soups, stews-actually anything you would put garlic in.

Let me tell you about fried!!! Oh my gosh. Talk about a wonderful treat, using butter or your favourite oil and spices. So tender and delicious. Or crispy 🤓.

The art of cooking organic Garlic Scapes can be so much fun.

Yum get your today.

THE END. 🤷‍♀️