(SLOW) DOWN TIME

It’s been a summer of nonstop activity.  I know it wasn’t last week that I was still waiting for the snow to melt but the time has gone by in such a blur that it seems like it. 

Summer is always busy but in the five years since I retired I have managed to get myself on the local tourism board: this kind of multiplies the busy factor of the season.  I really don’t mind.  I enjoy being part of a positive influence in my community, and the people I share board duties with are all great to work with.  It’s just that from the long weekend in May until Labour Day there is a lot to do.

This year was extra crazy.  Our group always plans and hosts the Canada Day celebrations but we really upped the ante this summer striving to draw a bigger crowd with live music and a steak supper.  Mother Nature treated us to a rain/hail storm to make things even more challenging but the day was a success in spite of her efforts.

Our other big event was our first ever garden tour in mid July.  In order to get something new like this up and running we needed an assortment of local gardens to show off.  It was much more challenging to get people to commit than I had anticipated so I ended up including mine as one of the rural yards.  My selling point when asking others to show their gardens was “You keep your yard and garden anyway.  It will be no extra work.”  While I believed this to be true when I said it, turns out only the first part is.  When you know you have people coming expressly to see your yard and garden, you are much more critical of grass height and visible weeds.  I can’t thank the folks enough who did offer their gardens for the 2018 tour, and I hope we can find some more for next year.  It really was a lovely day.

Besides those two events – and all the work that went into keeping ahead of grass and weeds – I also spent a few weeks in the spring clearing out deadfall in the shelterbelt which we later wood chipped piles of mulch for our fruit trees.  As well, we hosted several different visitors, entertained grandchildren a couple times, and as the days got hotter and hotter, took up hauling water to keep everything alive. 

In July the garden kept me busy with peas and beans to pick and process, now it’s cucumbers I can’t keep up with and soon it will be corn.  Then there will be potatoes to dig and I literally have a forest of tomatoes I will have to deal with.  But right now, strangely, I have nothing to do.

I have wandered around the yard.  The grass crunches to powder under my shoes; it is so dry.  I took a pail of water to a few new trees, but watering on a larger scale is out of the question.  We just can’t take our well for granted.  We haven’t had measurable rain in ages and there is no guarantee there will be lots of snow for runoff to replenish our water supply in the spring.  As depressing as the scorched earth is out there, I really like to take showers and wash dishes on a regular basis.

So with the one thing that needs done out there off limits I found myself wandering aimlessly this morning; all my accumulated work ethic spinning its wheels in the sand.  Time to turn my mind to other things … I will be ending August off with a short camping trip with a smattering of family and grandchildren … I should pack.  And later on, as I wait for my farmer to come home for supper, I will pour myself a glass of wine, sit on the deck, and watch the hummingbirds do battle over sugar water.  We can celebrate the end of summer together in the twilight.