I will leave for Tiny House Ontario tomorrow morning after rush hour. I am going for a few reasons this time. Firstly, I am picking up Joe the three legged street cat in downtown Toronto and driving him to his Foster Home in Kingston Ontario. Poor old Joe was one of the disposable pets out on the street, due to his injury it was extra hard for him to survive. He was rescued in cooperation with Annex Cat Rescue, Project Pet Rescue, and Kingston Animal Rescue. He has been vetted, neutered and will be up for adoption once he is rehabilitated. You can read more about Joe here, or if you are interested in making a donation to help with Joe’s vet bills or his care please do so with one or all of the agencies listed and linked above. Perhaps you would like to adopt him or another homeless animal?
I am also heading to Kingston because I have a show in Battersea Ontario at the United Church. They have invited local talent to come to show and sell their items. The show will be on November 30 from 9-5. I am excited to do this show because there is a lot of free and close parking so I expect a lot of my friends and family to be there. For a lot of people getting into the downtown for market days is just too difficult and stressful, so it will give me an opportunity to show my work to members of my family, and friends who have not yet seen it live! Art work is so much better in person!
Please do come to the show to see the local talent if you are anywhere nearby. Admission is just $5 and I bet you will be able to find wonderful unique gifts for a reasonable cost there.
My most recent work Grandma’s Gift will be shown for the first time.
I am also of course visiting my house and I am very excited about this! We have snow in Kingston now so I will bring along my snowshoes! My cousin Tracey took this photo this morning and allowed me to share it. I look forward to getting out into the magical forest and seeing the changes that Mother Earth has undergone!
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Tiny House Ontario sits quite some distance from the road, so I was not really sure if we would get any trick or treaters at the house. Six little people braved the long road in, dressed up in their scary gear. So I am happy that we packed up twelve big vegan treat bags, pop, chips, pencils, raspberry candy, and Rockets. We also picked up craisins, and Monsters Inc. PEZ dispensers for our niece Violet, and our neighbours Morgan and Cooper so that they would have a little something extra from us.
We will bring other treat bags home and give them to the four little neighbour children who live in our block in Hamilton. Two are still up for grabs!
THO really likes having Halloween! Well, truthfully, Laura likes any opportunity to see kids.
Don’t be scared! This is really our niece Violet and she is not the least bit dangerous!
My sister T-rex just sent me a photo of her in her new digs in Saskatoon with the caption “Tinier House Saskatchewan… in your face Laura!”
I laughed so hard I bet she heard me in Saskatoon.
I wonder where she is going to put her six and a half foot tall sweetheart?
She and her YaYa sister staged this photo up really well eh?
Thanks so much for the giggles girls!
I have lived a few places in my life, and quite a number of people who I love are movers. This makes me one of those people who have loved ones scattered around the planet.
A couple of years ago when I started this blog, it was so that I could explain in one breath exactly what I was up to (building a tiny house). One of THO’s most loyal blog followers and certainly one of the friends for whom I started this blog is my sister friend Donna. We shared a lot of words over a long time when things were a little less easy for both of us.
Well… she is visiting from Jamaica and graced THO (and me) with a visit. We had a nice lunch, a long drive, and a look around the house and gardens.
You have no idea how much I wanted to keep her… but she has a life elsewhere… She has to get back to it, I know. Still… you know… I miss her already.
Melonie Veenstra, a Kingston potter made a magical mushroom for Tiny House Ontario. The Gnome gang stole it when I wasn’t looking. They have been partying since!
This is the story I am sticking too.
You have to find your own humour when you live in the woods.
I got a couple of wonderful tumblers from my favourite potter – Nick Prouse of Prouse Pottery and Soap Company. Thank you Nick! He and his spouse will be having the grand opening of their business on May 4, on Ottawa Street, in Hamilton, Ontario.
I was also gifted some beautiful spring pussy willows from my friend Guillaume when I set up at the market.
I am not normally a big fan of stuff, but with art and nature I make an exception. When I put these two beautiful things together I thought they looked so pretty that I want to share them with you. Friends, art and nature, what is not to like?
What I loved the most about my dad was his deep and thriving love of the land. He was a farmer who lived not too far away from the place in which Tiny House Ontario is built. He dreamed of owning expansive property where he make a living ploughing straight long furrows into the earth and filling them with seeds.
This love of the land is one thing where my dad and I found common ground. I absolutely love the earth! I love the sky, the soil, the rocks, the trees, the critters and every single natural thing that sprouts from the Mother Earth. I am the sort of person who could spend a day looking at a tiny mushroom and marvel in the wonder of it.
Too, like Erazim Kohák, I find that the former human interaction with land puzzling and I feel strongly connected to this as well. An unexpected human thing left behind and out of place in the natural world leaves me with thousands of questions. On my land, about a half kilometre from THO, there are many small and random stone cairns which draw me back to them time and time again. They are quite curious because they are way up on the top of the escarpment far away from the low laying fields. My people, farmers, would never have carried stones for futility, so they came before the Irish parts of me settled here 150 years ago.
Here, in a crescent of stone, is my beloved cousin S (son of my father’s twin); he is also drawn to and fascinated with the cairns on our historic family land. The pull of them on us, is strong and magical; we are connected.
Did you find our gorgeous little M who is hiding?
On September 8 2012, I was at the Sand’s Mud Bog which I wrote about earlier. This morning my cousin T sent me a photo that I think is great so I wanted to share. Better late than never, am I right?
Here I am with a few of my fabulous cousins. Good times!
Makes me wish I was home right now.
The feral cat colony is not totally homeless now. As a matter of fact they have wonderful insulated Tiny Houses thanks to Hj, O and I.
After googling and googling, I found a few great ideas and sort of developed a plan based on other people’s ideas. We got some coolers at Canadian Tire, punched holes in the sides with a drill and then jig sawed the holes (EASY) then we put in a section of a stiff plastic plant pot. These pots were free and are thin enough that they flex to fit the imperfect holes I cut. After I pushed these in tight, I caulked them in both inside and outside.
After this, we bedded them with straw, put in some fresh catnip and treats to encourage them to come in and closed the lids. We then brought them over to the location, placed them up on rail ties, put on some roofing material and another rail tie on top then covered this with sticks and debris.
Hopefully this is enough for the colony to have dry and warm homes this winter. It is supposed to be a long hard cold winter according to the farm almanac, and this might save them from preventable suffering.
We also had a great bonus! O caught one of the cats! A gorgeous orange boy. He is part of the colony but not a feral, rather a more recently abandoned and absurdly skinny boy. She just lost one of her beloved pets to old age so this lucky boy she cuddled right up to and took him home so that he will have the experience of being loved by a human being who really cares for her pets.
So, there is one less cat to house and to worry about! Thank you O for being so kind to animals.
One of my husband’s (two) best friends and his wife are visiting from Germany. A few years ago I was not able to attend the wedding because of work reasons so Hj went alone. Hj goes regularly home for business but I have not been to Germany in nearly 10 years. Sadly, I have not seen M in a long, long time and I never met K until yesterday. The time together was good. They are bright and interesting people with lots of wonderful stories and ideas: it has been a real delight, but an ever too short visit.
While they are here for only a short window of time, we wanted them to see a couple of special spots around Hamilton, so here is what we did.
We drove around a bit of the waterfront, past the Dundurn Castle which is a National Historical Site, into the huge graveyard across the street (graveyards are very different there than here). We stopped to see a couple of Hamilton’s waterfalls. Then we took a short drive to visit Her Majesty’s Royal Chapel of the Mohawks which is another National Historic Site and it is located not too far from here in Brantford. We also visited the Woodland Cultural Centre which sits beside the notorious Mush Hole. We stopped and had a bite to eat at a local Indian Buffet. Then we split for a bit, K went to Yoga: M watched soccer: Hj and I attended services for the late great Lincoln Alexander who lived very near our house a few years ago and who died on October the 19th.
After this we all got together again here at our small house, where we chatted until a few minutes ago.
For Lincoln Alexander, I thought it fitting to add a few apt words which I believe the man lived by. These words are from White Elk:
When you were born, you cried
and the world rejoiced.
Live your life
so that when you die,
the world cries and you rejoice.