What I’ve Been Doing This Week.

 I found a skull. So there’s that. Also – I discovered I am rapidly losing all of my social skills and if this country doesn’t open up soon I’m going to become an uncommunicative hermit covered in chin hairs. Even my elbows will have chin hairs.

This week was the uppy down week where every good was followed by a bad.

I took Monday off from work which is always the very best way to start a work week in my opinion. It was just by luck that my day off landed on what was finally going to be a warm, rainless day. The weather this spring has taken its cue from the mood of the world and delivered nothing but a depressing, cloud of ick over everything. 

But Monday it was finally going to be warm. Warm!

It wasn’t.

It was 32 degrees celsius which is about 90 degrees Fahrenheit which is not warm, it’s hot. Just a few days earlier it had been snowing so my body wasn’t terribly acclimatized to this and at some point my pancreas liquified.

Also I sweated so hard that my bra leaked all over my tee shirt.

It was a pink bra. And now it is a pink tee shirt.

Yet still I worked and worked in the garden. I only had one day so it was do or die. Or die while doing, which I didn’t so everything worked out fine.

It was when I was about halfway through the day and raking some natural fertilizer into the soil that I felt like I’d developed a bit of heat stroke hallucinations.

I reached down into the soil to pick up what hilariously looked like a skull.  Oh you crazy heat hallucinations.

No, wait, hold on, that is a skull.  A tiny, tiny skull with tiny back teeth and big, fangy front teeth. I immediately declared it a top pocket find and then drank 14 litres of water.

It took me a lot longer than it should but I managed to get a tiny corner of the garden cleaned up and some flowers put in (which you can see in the first photo up top.)

Twice this week I ran into different neighbours and managed to say hello but then couldn’t quite figure out what was expected of me next.

I knew standing in silence staring at them wasn’t the right thing, but on both occasions that’s what I went with.

I no longer have any idea how to interact with something that doesn’t have fur, feathers or a sawblade.

Back home on the range I was the happy, proud owner of a successfully grafted tomato plant. THIS was going to be the most exciting thing to happen in my garden in a long time. An heirloom tomato that I grafted into the top of a disease resistant tomato so I could get a disease resistant heirloom tomato. (I explained a bit more about grafting a couple of weeks ago)

Honestly I never thought in a million years it would work, but of the 4 I tried to graft, one of them took.

2 days after this photo was taken, I came outside and it looked like this:

I have no idea how it happened but I suspect a roaming psychopathic tomato murder; codename “squirrel”.

I am crushed over this. I’m don’t really have time to try to do another batch of grafts, but I’ll try anyway because I’m a glutten for uppy downs.

THESE plant markers I made are so far still one of my ups for the week. I made them for marking dahlias in my garden.

It’s just a bamboo stick cut into 1′ lengths.  I then split the top of the bamboo and slipped wired tags into the splits. Once the dahlias need to be dug up, I pull the wired tag out of the bamboo, and attach it to the tuber so I can keep track of all my varieties.

I haven’t tested them outside in the elements yet so there’s still time for these things to become a down.

This week I got to order a beautiful garden flower type arrangement to send to someone. I hired a woman who is local to me and does it as a cottage industry out of her home. It included  locally sourced and seasonal flowers like peonies, bleeding hearts, onion flowers, and anemones. 

The floral designer sent me a photo of it and it was perfect. It’s one of the most beautiful arrangement I’ve ever sent anyone and it made me so happy just to look at a picture of it.  That was the up.

The down, was the occasion for the flowers.  I’m so sorry to have to say that a member of my family some of you have come to know died on Monday.  Aunt Jean passed away. She would have turned 106 in August. 

 Aunt Jean got an iPad when she was 100.  She went swimming at the beach of her cottage when she was 101. She pulled the fire alarm in her retirement home for fun and sped away in her wheelchair giggling like a lunatic when she was 103 (all caught on security footage🤣.)   

I know. You want to be Aunt Jean when you grow up. We all do.

But remember to be her or anyone else with a long life, strength and character you have to take the ups with the downs.

What I've Been Doing This Week.

Have a good remainder of your weekend!


  1. Beth L Bilous says:

    Just finished watching Anne with an E. OMG I loved this series. Just wish it continued. I looked forward to watching it every day. watched one whole season yesterday. One of the best series I have ever seen. Thank you so much for the suggestion. Beth

  2. Susan K Eddy says:

    I’m so deeply touched that you shared Aunt Jean’s passing with us, thank you!
    Did you find out which animal the skull came from? That heat wave was something wasn’t it? Ugh!

  3. Robert says:

    I’m really sorry about your loss.
    May we all live a long and fulfilling life like Aunt Jean!

    The arrangement is beautiful

  4. Ann Brookens says:

    You know, Karen, I think you could be Aunt Jean in about, what? 60 years or so? I can see you pulling a fire alarm and speeding away on your wheelchair. From what we know of you, I imagine you’ll research how to soup up the motor, so all the security cameras catch will be a blur. I’m sorry for your loss; she sounds like a relative to remember!

  5. Roberta says:

    Your Aunt Jean sounds like my Aunt Emma, she died at 102, but until then she dyed her hair red, drew on her eyebrows, told the filthiest jokes you ever heard, and had a shot of whiskey every day. She’s been gone over 30 years and I still think about her and smile. There is sadness for you now, but trust that Aunt Jean will live on in your fond memories. I hope you can take some comfort in that. Also sorry for your tomato plant. Squirrels are the spawn of the devil, especially if you’re a gardener.

  6. Dawn Holmes says:

    Here’s to Aunt Jean! Thank you, Karen for sharing!

  7. Bobbie S says:

    Sending sympathies to you on the loss of your Aunt Jean. Her stories were such fun. May she have more heavenly adventures.

  8. pat says:

    I’m so sorry to hear about your wonderful Aunt Jean. I want to be just like her. Sending hugs.

  9. Julie says:

    I’m so sorry about your Aunt Jean….she was always one of the highlights to read about when you posted about her.

  10. Marie Anne says:

    I’m so sorry for your loss, Karen. The flowers are so beautiful and perfect to celebrate a life like your Aunt Jean’s. When people say “you have to take the ups with the downs” I think many of us actually forget to really take the ups too. The downs usually get so much more of our attention we hardly notice the ups. I’ve been very sad lately, but in honour of your Aunt Jean I’m going to try to enjoy more ups, even if I have to create them myself!

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