So I’ve been writing this post in my head over the past few days, while weeding the strawberries of nettles (I am, by no means, against the nettle plant. I am, however, against all sharp and spiny and stingy [not stingy as in miserly, but sting-y, as in nettle-y] plants interspersed with my berries or my flowers. NOT FAIR.), or while formatting pictures for this poster I had to do for school, or while driving up and down that island beside this island. So I have ideas about this post, but they’re all pretty meandering. I would not be surprised if the post is the same, even if it makes a claim to be a list. Just thought you should know.
Kerri’s top 10 Spring break activities that actually happened
10. Finishing my poster. I had to do this poster for my Master’s. It took way longer than I thought it would. I finished it. It was pretty. It felt good. Now I have this poster that I spent 2 days making and I don’t know what to do with it. I guess there is always the woodstove.
Baby asparagus. Only 2 more years!
9. I got my haircut. I’ve been wanting to cut my hair for a long time. My mom told me not to shave any parts of it. Then she said that I shouldn’t listen to her. So I didn’t.
8. Weeding the strawberries of nettles. Also the blueberries of wild blackberry. While I, for the most part, enjoy weeding, I especially enjoy weeding when the roots are really long and tangly, and the ground is pretty soft, and the weeds themselves are pretty big. I like getting a big pile of weeds without a lot of work, especially when a significant part of that pile is root mass. I get enjoyment out of it similar to the enjoyment I get when I pop an awesome pimple. You should try it sometime. The weeding part I mean. We have lots of blackberries you can try it on, anytime.
7. Beer on a patio. In the sun. A whole lot of years (6? 7? I don’t remember) Jer and I went on our first date on Easter weekend. We had beers on a patio in the sunshine. A seagull shat in my beer. Friends joined us and things got raucous. It was an amazing day. This was not that, but it was beers, on a patio, in the sun, with friends. In April. Win.
Jeremy made me alder buttons for my sweater. I win.
6. Fancy cocktails with friendfamily in the city. I like fancy cocktails. I like beer too, but fancy cocktails are special, and when we were in Calgary we went out with my cousin to a hip place and got to pretend that we weren’t bumpkins for a few hours, and there was a painting of a turtle in a suit, and we drank cocktails with names like “The Dirty Pigeon” (with tamarind and a salty cucumber!) and “The Meat Hook” and “Corn and Oil” and it was a lot of fun. It made me feel young.
I made me a sweater. It’s orange. It has handmade, homegrown buttons on it. Seriously. I win.
5. Rock and stick throwing parties. When we got our land stumped last year, a bunch of rocks came to the surface. Some sticks too. Then Jer bought a tractor. Rocks and tractors don’t get along so well, so I decided to have a rock and stick throwing party. I thought friends would figure that I wanted them to work for me for free. They didn’t. One of them even googled “rock and stick throwing party” before deciding that it was probably a weird Denman Island thing, and hoped that it wasn’t going to be too competitive… I think it’s awesome that my friends trust me enough that I can host a work party with an unclear name and they’ll come and work… before going to the beach and drinking beer in the sun.
See? Homemade sweater, homegrown buttons. Orange. WIN.
4. Planting all of the flowers. Well, not ALL of the flowers. But lots of trays of the flowers, and 2 50-foot rows of the flowers, and there are still all of the flowers coming in the mail. My lilies are dividing and conquering and growing tall, and my starts are starting and they’re coming. It’s going to happen! Be ready for all of the flowers!
“Goats, eating fire-starter”. Almost “Goats, on a fire.”
3. No diggity by a campfire. In harmony. On an acoustic guitar. That is all.
2. Hiking in the mountains. In the sunshine. On Vancouver Island with a friend and in Canmore with my mom. To lakes. In the sunshine.
The rhubarb is growing!
1. Not working, and especially not commuting. Do you know how much time I would have in my life if I didn’t spend 5 days a week going to work? I could ACTUALLY plant all of the flowers. The blackberries would be exiled to the fences. The nettles to beyond the fences. I would knit all of the sweaters and blankets and shawls and hats and socks. I would hike all of the mountains. I would drink all of the cocktails and sleep in for all of the mornings. Until at least 7. I would miss my job, as I do (a little) right now, especially after drinking all of the cocktails and buying all of the yarn for all of the sweaters. I would miss my job, but one of the best things about having a job is the days you don’t have to go.
This carrot top was haunted. Naturally. As in we didn’t carve that face.