Monday, April 22, 2013

Spring! & 'Things i Hear'


snow is melting
Last week was wonderful.  Spring started showing up more regularly.  There were less -10C moments & only 3cm of snow.  The last night it snowed i went outside & respectfully told winter to "GET OVER IT".  Like some drawn-out romantic crush, winter now seems gotten over. 

After seeing nothing but snow for months now, it's so exciting to go for a walk and see THINGS.  Grass, whole bushes, furry buds on the trees, seaweed & driftwood on the beach.  i discovered that you can polish driftwood with a stone & yesterday i made myself a hair stick.  and i taught our friends, who are the owners & chefs of the local Asian restaurant how to cook scrumptious Indian food (but forgot to take a photo for the blog, d'oh!)
the hair stick i made from driftwood


Also, i danced for the first time since i dislocated my knee :)  we went to the local film festival & met an amazing animator (Martine Chartrand who paints on glass: http://www.nfb.ca/film/black_soul/).  i've been spending a lot of time with crystals.  (that's maybe a whole other part of me that some of you don't know.  can see my work here:  http://crystal-light-web.blogspot.com).  i've been preparing to launch an etsy shop, taking photos, writing blurbs about the pieces i have made, & of course the actual of the crystal necklaces.

breakfast w/Dodo Rouge (who got camera shy)
i am now going to hang out the washing. outside.  it is a big moment in This Canadian Yurt!



For those interested, i'd also like to share some of the writing is did the first day i sat outside the yurt (which i mentioned in the last post).

 








9 Things i Hear [& a story concerning squirrels]

1. It gets so silent here that the flapping of crows’ wings counts as an Event.

2. Droning of fridge and flies disrupts the silence.
3. Do i hear electricity marching through the wires, or crickets chirp-croakin’ in the dogwood?  Which has more stamina?
4. The surround-sound of nature’s amphitheatre makes the cries of even the crass seagulls an auditory feast.

5. Unseen geese honks, coyotes’ howls & wood peckers’ drills gives an eerie sense of irrelative space in the valley.  I can’t tell the distances between these things:  i don’t know how or where i fit in.

6. The line “a peace that passeth understanding” could’ve been written for the silent space i feel inside here.

7. Buddha-still i contemplate a list of words, concentration buried beneath layers of syntax.  The Jay lands suddenly at my feet, our squealed shocks ricocheting off one another: like opposing magnets of sound, we are both pushed physically backward.  Sometimes i am unsure to whom the fright belongs, but my heart thuds as though it were all mine.

8.  The rare times a car passes, i curse “bloody highway”.  i do it just to hear Antoine’s laugh.

9.  i can’t decide if i prefer the French word ‘brouhaha’ or its English counterpart ‘hubbub’. i whisper them aloud.
Memories of a morning i awoke to a scratching scramble coming from above.  Squeezing open an eye, i reluctantly brought into focus the transparent circle in the centre of the yurt’s roof.  A sprawled, grey shadow appeared, accompanying the grating thumps.  The petit mass threw itself uncertainly across the roof.  It bounced & belly-flopped in semi-circles around the chimney, as though performing some kind of pagan theatre piece to a smoky (volcanic-esq) god. My eyes and mind finally co-ordinated to conjure the word: squirrel.  And as if the label broke the spell, he was gone.  Sliding down the ropes with the air of a circus-performer exiting from a magnificent show.
Anyone else see the halo?

 And yes, Dodo-Rouge is still dining with us!

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Squirrel Neighbour


We have a new neighbour at This Canadian Yurt.  Well, half neighbour, half pet.  (He'd resent that, but i don't care.) 


He's moved into the yurt's 'basement' (read: wood storage space).  He likes to take his breakfast on our 'patio' (read: large doorstep) at 8.30am & returns for dinner about an hour before sunset.  Not a fussy eater - rice, toast crumbs, slivers of butter. 




Dodo Beijing

i've lived with a squirrel before.  Five months in Beijing.  They're brazen creatures with a childish sense of humour.  Dodo, the squirrel, was more trouble than the 2 year old boy who named him.  Forever sneaking into the kitchen & eating the veggies; or knocking over glasses of milk, coffee, green tea, anything really...  When you were in a hurry to go out & needed him inside his enclosure, he'd always find a new place to hide.  He could run fast & would play dirty.  He ate a precious Indian mala (rosary) of mine.  i knotted all 108 beads back together & now i savor his teeth marks in the beads.  i loved that infuriating squirrel.


So, i consider myself prepared for this wild one, with his punky red hair.  He is called Dodo Rouge & seems to be either a relative or reincarnation of Chinese Dodo.  

i saw him the other morning considering daylight yurt robbery.  i could tell from his defiant stance: one paw resting delinquently on the very camera i’d placed there to capture him.  Ears back, eyes shiftily casing the joint.  i gave him the stink-eye to let him know that he’d have a fight on his furry wee hands if he set so much as a claw inside my pad.  He held my gaze like a bad-ass gangsta.  Unwilling to be intimidated on home-turf, i stepped toward him.  He shot, a red streak of lightening, into the nearest tree & squeak-barked a string of what i’m sure were squirrel profanities & cusses at me – swearing revenge when i least expected.
Yo! He was all up in my face!
And you know you've spent the winter in Canada when it's -2C yet feels warm enough to sit outside for an entire day & write poetic musings. i may post the musings another time.  They're less cute than the squirrel though - he had to come first.

This post is for my Mum who defines squirrels as 'rabbits who cheat' because they run up trees when being pursued by her dogs.  And for Kieran Lewis Singleton, who entered the world last week...may all your pets be as ACE as the Dodos!
"'Did i leave the gas on?' No of course not...i'm a bloody squirrel"  Eddie Izzard


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Sugar Shack Roadtrip


Road Trip
Martin opted for chewing on his aerial.


Our friend, Martin, invited us on a roadtrip for the Easter weekend. As all Canadians know, all good road trips are fueled by Tim Hortons (the Canadian equiv of Dunkin' Donuts...except better,  tastier and cheaper).



family breakfast






We bunked down at his cabin in the woods.  Breakfast was served at his Grandparent's nearby house.  Such lovely and welcoming people.
Local strip club  - hilariously out of place in this quaint town!



Sugar Shack / Cabin au sucre

Where the maple syrup magic happens!
One of the reasons for venturing out of this canadian yurt, was to visit a 'Cabin au Sucre' aka Sugar Shack.  A typical Québecois experience, where all the food is cooked in maple syrup.  As 'food' generally means 'meat' in Québec, it was fantastic that Martin had friends who not only run a Sugar Shack, but one which is vegetarian!  The owners, Mario & Carole, also grow in their garden a great deal of the goodies which they serve. 






inside the sugar shack
The tree-hugger in me had to ask...don't the trees mind?  The answer apparently is 'not if you let them just drip the maple water into buckets'.  As was the practice used where we visited (the alternative is a kind of reverse foie gras scenario, where the trees are drained using pumps & hoses).

If you look closely you can actually see the maple water dripping from the tree into the bucket (look for the 2 shadows).





A forest full of buckets collecting the maple water.
It takes 40 litres of maple water to make 1 litre of maple syrup - that's a lot of buckets of water to be lugging around the snowy forest!










Martin, his Mother & Gabriel
They put on a great spread - lots of different kinds of tarts, omelet, salad, potatoes, beans & quiche.  Plus instead of gravy, there was a huge JUG of maple syrup with which to drown every item on your plate.  y.u.m.  



Mario dripped caramelized maple syrup into the snow.








We got lolly-pop sticks to twist the syrup onto.  It was a sticky, sugary, warm yet snowy delicacy!


After the crêpes with...you guessed it, maple syrup - when we'd eaten so much that we could barely move - came the REALLY cool part...
Super happy me (new favourite crocheted fingerless gloves i made!)



Strawbale House
The owners of the sugar shack, who are living an inspiringly sustainable life, are also building a straw-bale extension onto their log home.
Building is still in progress, so we got a nice clear view of the straw bales.

Most of the joins were made with wooden bolts (excuse my lack of terminology)
Straw bale yurt?  Just putting it out there!



Doorway to Antoine's heaven.
Microbrewery Beer

Of all the moments in the whole adventure, i believe Antoine was the happiest in this shop... 

Part of the selection of micro-brewery available.  Beer from all over Québec.



Écossaise = Scottish & btw, what's 'Scotch Ale'?












indeed if we could alchemise something it would be water into alcohol
Visiting Sherbrooke



We spent a couple of nights with Martin's Dad in the city of Sherbrooke.  What an amazing host!  He welcomed us into his home, treated us to fine beer, best maple syrup ice-cream, we cooked delicious meals & received chauffeur driven guided tours!  
Maple syrup ice-cream. Maple syrup overdose? No chance! This is Canada.
Martin cooked vegetarian poutine (national dish of Québec)



Poutine:  thick cut chips, (veggie) gravy & local cheese.
He had an incredible vinyl collection & generally a house full of cool stuff.

Antoine kickin' it with Hendrix

Planning for another adventure (some of his friends even call him 'Tonio!)