Into September

I figured I should do a post this first week of September since "September" is part of my blog's name.

Here in southern Ontario it's heated up to make it feel like the middle of summer again. But the tell-tale signs of autumn won't be reversed, and there are tinges of reds and oranges on some of the older trees and even some of my bushes. The burning bush has a definite haze of red about it now, and it won't be long before the whole bush sets on fire!

My little sensitive plant popped out a couple more blooms ... so delicate! These are tiny, only about 1 cm across, but quite cute.

One flower I'm not quite sure what it wants is the portulaca. I love this bright little flower, and have it in a very hot, dry sunny spot, but I think there is an issue with the soil in this garden (could be when I poured Borax in the garden many years ago), or else there's something making plants sicken from the roots up. A few of the portulacas are showing signs of distress. There are still quite a few blooming, though, and they are such pretty little things that I pick up just a few each year.

Yesterday I had to rescue a poor little chipmunk. It had run across the netting covering the pond (the netting protects the one and only fish in the pond from herons). I just happened to be right there filling up a bird feeder when I noticed him. He was really thrashing around and had got the netting wrapped tightly around his tummy, under his front legs, and his tiny claws were catching in it every time he moved.  I didn't want him to bite me, so I ran inside and grabbed the big leather gloves my son used in his welding class. I got hold of the chipmunk as gently as I could and started snipping away the netting. I think he realized soon enough I was helping him as he stopped struggling and wriggling around so much. I'm pretty sure I got all the netting off his body, but there may have been a tiny bit caught on his paws when he suddenly did a magnificent wriggle and leap and got away from me. Even so, I think he would be able to chew the netting off his paws himself. I sure hope he learned his lesson!

I've not been reading so much lately, although it used to be I would never be without a book on the go! Last summer we visited the McMichael Art Gallery in Kleinburg, Ontario. While there I picked up a couple of books written by the Canadian artist Emily Carr. I really enjoyed the books, and then discovered she had written quite a few. We saw an exhibit of her paintings at the AGO (Art Gallery of Ontario) earlier this year, and I was able to find two more of her books. I saved them to read while I was camping ... I always like to have a good book that relates to the wilderness when we camp ;) 

Now I have read these three books, "The Book of Small", "The House of All Sorts" and "Klee Wyck". Of the three, I liked "Klee Wyck" the best.  I then moved on to "Hundreds and Thousands", which is actually her private journals. It was interesting to read about the paintings she was discussing in her journals, and then looking up the painting in a book I have of her artwork (which I purchased when visiting the Emily Carr museum in Victoria).

I absolutely love these books! Her writing is just so relaxed and to the point. She writes about her struggles with her painting styles, her many trips into the giant forests of Vancouver Island and mainland BC, about meeting with the many aboriginals, with the artists in the Group of Seven, and her life in general. I'm not a terribly fast reader, and still have a bit more to go before I finish this last book (although there are still more of her books I will have to look for). If you're interested in Emily Carr's art and life, I would recommend these books, but in particular "Klee Wyck" and "Hundreds and Thousands".

Well I won't be able to do much reading today, and I see the thermometer has been climbing steadily for the past hour ... we're in for another hot one! My daughter will be heading back to university town on Saturday, so she and I have been picking up a few things this week to get her settled for her final year. My son is also in his final year of high school. We're still discussing with him what he could study ... he's finding it hard to choose one thing to move onto though. But we'll get there (hopefully) by January when the applications need to be filed.

I hope you're all enjoying this final week of summer (well, here in Ontario it's the last week of summer as most schools start next Tuesday). 

Thanks for stopping by today!

Wendy

my own 'hundreds and thousands' ;)