Wire Mesh Garden
I watered the neighbour’s garden this summer, and took quite a few pictures there while I could. This is the garden on the other side of Ruby’s gate from my own backyard. One thing that interested me was the wire mesh used for plants to climb on and which started showing up in my photos, sometimes with no planning on my part, sometimes by design. Today’s post has some of the wire mesh photos, as I have come to think of them.
Going to Seed
The garden has been going to seed in a determined way for nearly a month now. It seemed to start earlier this year, by a couple of weeks, but that makes no sense as spring was late by a couple of weeks. Anyway, back to a simple post after yesterday’s Moss Street market extravaganza (I won’t be doing that very often, it was pretty well a full day to get all the images taken, prepared and inserted into the blog).
Moss Street Market, Thanksgiving
Monday is Thanksgiving Day in Canada and we have shopped at the Moss Street Market for many of the ingredients of the meal. Moss Street Market is walking distance from our home and we go there pretty well every weekend that it is open, which is about half the year. It is only open on Saturdays and its best to get there near opening time at 10 AM, so this has become one of the main things that defines our weekend routine. We get organic produce and pies as our main purchases, but sometimes some bread or mini donuts or canned goods. It all depends on what catches our eye, and what we need that week.
So, today’s blog is to give thanks to the vendors that we shop at most weeks. Below is a veritable cornucopia of pictures of the produce from these stalls – I hope you like food pictures as much as I do. Even if you don’t, check out the last picture – pie to make you go back week after week after week.
I asked the vendors if I could photograph their products, except one that was not at the stall when I took pictures. They were so nice and agreeable; one gave me a tart when I finished, another gave me back more change than necessary for my purchases. And it was I getting in their way, or the way of their customers, not the other way around. Great people. The market also has music and some weekends they are musicians that we know, as happened this week, when we found Alison Vardy playing hammer dulcimer with someone whose first name we did not catch, so we shall call him Mr. Johnson. Alison is my wife’s harp teacher. We always run across friends at the market, which means shopping can take a lot longer than you might think.
You can find out more about Moss Street Market vendors here on their website. Their musicians are listed here. You can follow them on Facebook if you want.
So here are the pictures of stalls we routinely shop at, grouped by vendor, sometimes with a note. Thanks to all of you for fantastic healthy environment friendly food. You are all appreciated in so many ways.
Hedgehog Reflections
At home I am surrounded by textile arts and teenage boys.
They come together in this picture with the pewter hedgehog (what a perfect pincushion he makes) and one of the boy’s sunglasses lying haphazardly on the table.
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Pull-Tab Chain Mail
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One of the delights of my home surroundings are the creative things I get to see being dreamed up. Like manufacturing of chain mail. With shiny yarn, a crochet hook and pull-tabs from beer cans. Yup. Pull-tabs from cans. My wife was inspired by a small purse she had bought in Brazil, made in part in a similar way.
Uplands Autumn
It’s that time of year again. Travel on this road in the Uplands neighbourhood is always a bit dark due to the avenue of large trees overhead. On Saturday after photographing the cairn at Loon Bay I drove up here on my way to Bowker Creek and was struck by this tree. It was glowing in the front yard, even though the sky was heavily overcast with uninspiring light. I imagine it to be quite spectacular in sunlight.
I am pretty sure this was on Lansdowne Road, though the sinuous street layout in this area always leaves me a bit lost. The Uplands neighbourhood was designed by American architect John Olmsted who, with his father and brother, left indelible fingerprints across the North American landscape in many important ways, some of which have become icons of American culture.
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Cocktail Windmills
While you may think these are small cocktail sticks, they are in fact doll’s toys and must not be made greasy or treated roughly. The Hittys are really quite adamant about that. They also wish to warn all and sundry who might fiddle with their toys of the dangers of cocktail sticks.
I found them on the table where the Hitty dolls had tired of blowing on them. The sun is shining through the french doors, and the out of focus wood stove makes a nice dark backdrop.
I used my 1970’s SMC Takumar screw mount 100mm macro lens – my favourite lens – it’s so nice to have a digital camera that can bring it back to a useful state again.
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