Ever have one of those days when the day just gets away from you and before you know it it’s over?
Yeah, I feel like I hit the ground running. That was me today.
By the time I decided I really needed a cup of tea it was already after 4pm and I had to run out again in an hour.
But I did sit down for 30 minutes with my cup of tea and some vintage magazines.
Recently I found several absolutely brilliant 1964 to 1966 Mechanix Illustrated and Popular Mechanics magazines. Inside are directions for all sorts of projects.
I’m intrigued with this self feeder. I want to build it and bring partridges and quails and pheasants to my garden. Wouldn’t that be a glorious sight in the winter snow? (maybe not so much in Vancouver though )
Yesterday I brought in some garden asters in white, pink and purple colours. I love asters and wish I had some better success with them. At the moment, there is some sort of something living in them which is eating them. I think it’s a caterpillar because there is frass underneath.
My father’s brother is one of the foremost lepidopterists in England and has published several things including a definite book on British moths. I remember my father telling me stories of David walking outside and examining the front hedge, coming back inside, picking up his father’s walking stick, walking back outside and trashing the hedge to collect a few chrysalis and leaving the hedge completely decimated, while his father looked on in complete shock. Lol.
The little cup I chose for myself is this happy Ainsley cup with pink asters on it.
I sipped my Earl Gray and examined the green monster racer that I can build after I build the bird feeder.
These mags are great!
Next I explored the possibility of a two man sub. Wonder if I could build one of those? Wouldn’t that be so cool? I could just say, “I’ll be underwater if anyone wants me.” Talk about peace at last.
This next article was something. This is a way to make logs burn with colourful flames by submerging them in all sorts of different chemicals. Whoa Nellie, I don’t think so.
My vintage gardening magazines and books are even worse. Do you know the pesticide spray guns used to be commonly called widow makers?
Amazing the things we used to do without thinking about how many ways those things would kill us.
So no coloured flames for me this autumn, but it’s still lovely and warm outside and I’m having a little break with my asters and tea and thinking that, if the weather is this lovely tomorrow, I’ll go for a swim in the ocean one last time this summer.
And I’ve got the perfect thing for that…lol!