Day in Paradise

Philipp using the new branch snippers from Canadian Tire
standing on the 30 degree north slope of Lot 3
We have just put on bug spray to protect us from the no-see-ums.

Philipp Mentzke, one of the German guys who stayed with us last year, has taken his final months here to look around Canada, the U.S., and Chile. In the first leg of his tour he saw Alaska, the Yukon and northern B.C.

Yesterday he was here. We put Round-Up on the stumps of the saplings we cut from the size of the hill. We attached hoses to water the compost and gave it its first turning. We removed hawthorne bushes from the creek, tried to get rid of burdock that is entrenching itself at the mouth of the final leg of the stream. He helped move the saw that was used to build this house, over to Glen’s garage.

We walked around and identified other jobs to be done: put hooks into the eaves to train the grapevine along the east side of the house to run along the side of the house; remove the weeds from the meadow.

We stopped along the way to look at the little pink twin flowers and the soft colours of the new clumps of Baby Blue Eyes.

Exhausted by evening, Bonnie, Philipp and I sat on the couch.

“What was the best part of your day?”  That is the question Michael Johnson asks of everyone.

 “What is there to say about a day in paradise,” he replied.

Arta