Trailer for Sale or Rent...

"Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents...."

Remember that song 'King of the Road' by Roger Miller?  I remember listening to the parents Country Cowboy album.

Well, it's my new theme song for the trailer by the lake.

YES, LADIES...the snake was back when we went out to the trailer on Saturday.

Curled up under my pillow.

And even though hubby had said he would "take care" of the snake, it wasn't to my satisfaction.  I envisioned that "taking care" of a snake would mean something that required a parental warning to view...kind of like a scene from The Sopranos.  I did not think "taking care" of a snake meant kindly guiding it to the trailer door and letting it slither back under the trailer (where it could find it's regular entry to its luxury home).

Arrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!

On a brighter note, we've been eating out of our garden.  Yes, we've had our battles with bugs, groundhogs, and drought.  The weeds also got the better of us.  We have a greater appreciation for our grandparents who grew most of what they ate out of necessity.

More on our vegetable garden experience in another post.

 A friend gave me some rhubarb, so I tried a new recipe that I found on Nancy Guppy's facebook site.  Nancy runs the Chapman Landing Cooking Studio in Nipissing, Ontario.  She's all about local food that's good for you and tastes fantastic.  I wanted to link to the recipe on her facebook page, but I can't find it on her facebook page now!  
I found out lately that rhubarb is packed full of calcium.  Good stuff.

I finished weaving my alpaca rugs and cut them off the loom.  I'm happy with them.  I will make a hem on one and just knot the fringe ends on the other.

Have a good day!

Forget the Fleece...

Okay, not really....but look at these eyes! 

He's still very much a shy mama's boy, but he's getting a little more curious.
30 lbs of adorable. (and yes, he does have ears... they are just tucked back.)
I'm currently calling him Joey...short for Copper Joe.  I say currently because I'm not sure if it suits, but I wanted the Copper part in there for his colour.

I'm beating the heat at Ralph Johnston's basement weaving studio these days.

I've woven a couple of alpaca rugs in plain weave.  These are the first alpaca rugs I have woven.  The thick rug yarn has a jute cord in the centre and weaves up very quickly.  I'm anxious to get some more rug yarn milled so I can experiment with different patterns.

I've also been using the heat as an excuse to lay around and watch some TV series from the library.  Laying around is a new art form for me...and I must say, I am learning to enjoy it.

 

Are you familiar with Downton Abbey?  I work part-time in the Audio Visual department of the city library and was quite bewildered by the obsession over the Downton Abbey series.  But now, I'm hooked into the characters and story line.
And, ER has George Clooney.  Need I say more?  The library owns fifteen seasons of ER...I'm only up to season four.  I do hope George Clooney is in all fifteen seasons.
Speaking of obsession.
Ahhhhhhh.

The eyes!
Maybe I should call the cria George.  Or Copper George.

Things I Hate to Find

  

It's been a good month, except for these things I've found:

1.  Fresh Bear Poop in the backyard.

2.  Potato Bugs on my potato plants...ick!

3. A Snake laying on my mattress at the trailer.

4. My bean stalks with the all tops eaten off.

5. Droplets of blood on the barn floor.

6. Groundhogs smorgasbording in my garden.

7. Earwigs...(visions of the Star Trek episode where they crawl in EARS!!!!)...anywhere.

8.  A Snake laying on my mattress at the trailer. NOTE: This entry has been repeated on purpose.  IT WAS IN THERE AGAIN TWO WEEKS LATER!!!  Both times we dispatched in a "kind-to-all-the-forest-creatures" sort of way (when I say 'we', I mean my husband did the handling while I ran around my campground with my hands in the air screaming like a fool).  I am kind of freaking out about it...if it was the same snake, we can solve the problem in a different sort of way.  My fear is that he's found the accomodation agreeable and invited friends and relatives into the nooks and crannies of the RV and that they are all waiting to find a warm body in the bed to snuggle up to.

I'm not getting that "being one with nature" feeling lately...

Lucky to Live Here

God, I love this country! Canada!

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Happy Birthday, Canada!