Saturday, July 11, 2009

Mostly Plants

John, BBQer Extraordinaire!
This is our front patio. Recognise the chairs?


My Marigolds! Probably my favourite flowers, as they are pretty and difficult to kill. The Allysum to the far left is from a previous year, the stringier-looking stuff is new. I was surprised to see such a difference in the mature plants. This is a photo from when they were very recently planted. All have filled out quite significantly since. I had deadheaded these rather aggressively, and it paid off.



An Umbrella Tree! Pretty short at the moment, but he'll eventually be very tall. He also lives in the studio.


A Dragon Tree; a tropical I bought for the studio. They eventually get quite tall, but are very slow-growing. It will eventually be dwarfed by the Umbrella Tree.


One of my flower-boxes. Salvia, Sweet Williams, Allysum, and a mystery-climbing-weed. The weed was growing in a different planter box and I still don't know what it is. I'm hoping that it's nature will become more apparent as it matures. It looks like it might be flowering.


My tiny little tomatoes. Now there are about a dozen of various sizes, although all are still green.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Cabin 2009

We didn't take the camera out as much as we should have, but got some good pictures of a few days!

A HUGE spider was living in the sink. We flushed her down once the water-pump was up and running, but felt terribly guilty.


We caught the Canada Day Parade in Sechelt, John's hometown.




John's in a tree! This was on the hike in to the Skookumchuck Rapids. A very long, very beautiful hike.


A sleepy tree. John was telling me that the notches were cut into the trees by the lumberjacks that cleared the area, so that platforms could be erected between trees. But now they look like eyes. Sleepy eyes.

The view from the point over the Skookumchuck Rapids.


Sunset, the last night at the lake.


Eventually Pique and Miles started to get along.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

the Lipizzaner Stallions





It was a pretty good show, although admittedly not as awe-inspiring as it was when I was ten.