While living in the States, I kind of missed the poppies every November. I like the way they stand out in a sometimes dreary month, worn on the lapels of coats freshly dug out of the closet for winter, uniting their wearers in some small way for those two weeks.
Uhhhhh… huh. Very weird things are going on with the colour here. And my monitor hates yellow on yellow, apparently, so now my eyes are all wonky.
So, yeah… fall, it is. November and all. Hoob and I came across a scene like this in the park the other day. The barren birches must have just lost their leaves, because the ground they stood on was ablaze, as opposed to brown and crunchy. I was so distracted by the trees that I almost let Hoob go after a duck in the river. I’m very sorry to have disturbed you, duck, but don’t you think the alarm you set off was a bit much? Really? You needed to get your 200 goose friends to tell us off? Next, I suppose, you’ll be calling in the swans.
While we were at my parents’ house this summer, Doodle and I spent plenty of time “taking care of” the pond at the back of their yard. In addition to feeding the fish too much, Doodle also assigned himself the task of skimming any and all leaves off of the surface of the water. This task usually began by finding leaves to throw into the water so that there would, in fact, be something to skim off. That boy is, um… helpful.
Speaking of being helpful, now that I’m back in Ontario, I’m going to have to remember to make myself scarce on the weekend that my parents decide that it’s time to take the fish in for the winter. They have about six thousand fish that are transfered, annually, to a converted chest freezer in the basement. The hardest to catch are the scores of new, tiny, camouflage brown babies. Hummm… aren’t goldfish supposed to be able to freeze solid? Perhaps a science experiment is in order.
The best thing about having a toddler around Hallowe’en is that you get to eat all of his or her candy. The worst thing is that, to get all that candy, you have to convince the toddler to wear weird stuff, sometimes on his or her head. This bear is wearing the alien hat that my mom and I made Doodle for last Hallowe’en. The thing has never been on Doodle’s head. He absolutely refuses. So, now my bear Bob (inherited by Doodle) wears it most of the time.
The rest of the story here is that Doodle regularly asks to hear stories about going up into space in a rocket with various toys of his. He sleeps with a goat named MaaMaa who gets to go in the rocket most nights. I always get all excited, thinking he wants me (um, Mama) to go with him. Then he corrects me like I’m some kind of fool. Humph.
Happy Thanksgiving, Canadians! Happy Columbus Day (still trying to figure out what exactly this is), Americans! Go eat an apple pie! I know that a lot of people get all worked up about turkey, but – hello? – pie? And what about the stuffed potatoes? The butter tarts? Did I mention pie? You’ve gotta love a holiday completely centred around eating. Oh, yeah, and the whole family, togetherness, thankfulness thing, too.
I have the bad habit of assuming that everything from my childhood is kind of universal to all childhoods. Since moving to the States, I’ve found myself blabbing away to completely blank stares more than I wish to admit. Apparently, sticking maple keys on the bridge of one’s nose is not, in fact, universal (believe it or not). And, I was surprised to find that the term “maple key” is not necessarily known (they’re also called “helicopters,” “whirligigs,” “polynoses (??),” and, more technically, “samaras,” btw). Huh. While I’m at it, might I complain about Americans not really having a suitable word for “touque/toque/tuque“? What’s that all about?
PS – I have no idea what kind of creature this is.
I always get a little homesick around this time every year, because fall is my favourite season, and nowhere does fall like Canada. The leaves are just starting to turn here in CT, but it’s been a little too warm and wet to really enjoy the season. Also, around here, apple pies don’t seem to just appear, which has been known to happen at my mom’s house. We do have a pretty intense schedule of apple festivals and corn mazes coming up, though, so not all is lost.
My drawing this week is a little different from normal, because I’m revisiting (um, okay, finally visiting) my print Gocco and have been thinking about designs to print. I’ve been a real Gocco wimp so far, and I think that almost a year of drawing in Photoshop, where nothing is permanent, is to blame. The thought of using up my screens and flashbulbs is scary! Hopefully I’ll have a nice printed leaf journal in my shop soon.