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Life is older than the trees…..

My canvas bush hat is pulled right down over my eyes. I peer up at the grey skies and the drizzle wets my face. The hot water swirls up against me and the warmth soothes. This is hot tubbing Vancouver style. Sometimes we resort to the protection of a golf umbrella. We jump into said hot tub and prop up this useful apparatus. There is some skill attached to getting the angle just right. This alleviates the possibility of icy rain drops trickling down one’s back. Then all that is left to do, is to indulge in our daily medicinal ritual. There has to be a way of beating this weather at its game!

Here's to acclimatisation....

Here’s to acclimatisation….

The wild storm had raged on through the night. We lay and listened to the pine cones that crashed and hit the skylights.  Our forest succumbed and branches flew off and tumbled down the embankment. The eco-friendly ‘green roof’ was thick with its carpet of leaves.

 

“Please tell me, honestly……does it rain like this all the time?”

My new friend looked at me long and hard. She drew in a deep breath and paused. I think she was trying to decide whether she should give me the information in the form of a ‘white lie’ or whether I could handle the truth. It was to be the latter……

“It rains pretty much all the time….. till March.”

My heart sunk. Minus temperatures are one thing but soggy rainy days are another!

Almost instantaneously I felt a surge of energy. Survival mode kicked in and ideas rushed into my head. How would I manage these endless soggy rainy days? But a plan began to formulate…..

I am always partial to a spot of clothes shopping. I had recently eyed a rather fetching shiny navy spotted raincoat. I could envisage it with the rain drops sliding off its gleaming surface. I had pushed this rather frivolous idea into the far reaches of my brain. After all the recently acquired sensible khaki one would have to suffice. But that was 3 weeks ago, before the harsh reality of the Vancouver winters had set in.

So it is off to the shops for me. I do hope that the little spotted number is still around. In fact I think my green fishing wellies could do with an update!

Fishing wellies ready for an update....

Fishing wellies ready for an update….

Our creek is filling up after the rains.

Our creek is filling up after the rains.

 

 

 

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“Over here, this way!”

My hands waved around as I tried to make myself understood. I had heard the din outside and had run out to catch the flighty garden service. They whirl in, do as little as possible and then disappear. It infuriates me!  I am trying to revamp the garden of a newly moved into house in Seattle. It does not help matters that the weather has not lived up to expectation. Seattle is much like Cape Town where one always has an umbrella handy. So much watering has ensued and the new shoots are peeking through the brown crusty surface. The lawn was in dire need of a trim and I was on a mission to make sure it was done!

The Constant Gardener...

The Constant Gardener…

 

In my haste I grabbed yesterday’s top as I clambered out of the shower. Time was of an essence here and I grabbed whatever clothing I could find.

 As I ran up the basement staircase I looked down.  I realized that I had forgotten to slip on my underwear!
“Oh never mind, I am sure my dress covers all the ‘bits and pieces.'”
I must add that it was not a long one, as I usually wear leggings under it. But morning brain and lack of sleep had resulted in a bit of fog. My other job had been to act as a pair of helping hands to my new grandchildren…a set of twins. So that explains the lack of IQ points. But I had to put modesty aside and stick to the plan: Catch these shirkers!


Many years of teaching foreign children had fine tuned my gesticulations. I could make myself understood in any language you throw at me. It just involves much face pulling and exaggerated hand movements. My shouts and arm flailing were competing against the thunderous drone of the lawnmower. But this did not deter me from my mission and I continued to attempt to get my message across. Suddenly I remembered the fact that I was minus my under clothes and I tugged discreetly to keep my decency.

 

But very soon my one man act paid off. My dignity was still in tact and the garden looked beautiful!

The 'new nan' explores the Seattle Islands

The ‘new nan’ explores the Seattle Islands

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