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.
This morning when I woke up the rain had just begun to fall. I flew out of bed to uncover the garden and headed back into Tiny House Ontario to get dressed and organize my day. My cousin Tracey and I planned on a slumbie at her place in the city tonight, so I had a few things to pack into the car.
I was just about to put them there when I noticed there was a HUGE turkey just beside my door. Instead of going out, I grabbed the camera and took a couple of photos. Unfortunately, he got a few feet from the house… and through the glass the photos are not terrifically clear. Even so, they are better than nothing and I did not want to scare turkey off. These wild turkeys run fast and fly quite well so I am lucky to get a photo from 20 feet.
The turkey was alone as far as I could see. Probably attracted by the mix I put out for the birds and chipmunks. It certainly looked well fed and mature. I would guess that this turkey was well in excess of 20 pounds.
I knew that there were turkeys here on our historical land because I often see their tracks in the snow; large arrows pointing in direction that they left behind. It is the first I have seen one come so close so I am thrilled and hoping for more!
The wild turkey is really making a comeback in Eastern Ontario. I understand from my grandparents that they were once very plentiful; however, as a child I do not recall ever seeing one nor do I recall ever hearing of anyone who hunts ever killing one. Yet, in the last decade they seem to be thriving. I also understand that these turkeys were reintroduced to the area from the United States. Apparently 274 birds were brought in a couple of decades ago and now there are some 35,000 of them in the area.
No matter the details, it was thrilling to have a turkey visit THO this morning! Now I am signing off because I am going to gobble down some lunch… turkey free, of course!
Categories: Environmentalism, Forest, Kingston, Magical, Nature, Off Grid, Ontario, Open your eyes, Simple living, Tiny House Ontario
Tags: nature, outdoors, turkey visit, wild turkeys
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 have finally installed the wood spirit that I purchased from wood carver, Steven Kenzora. When I wrote about the purchase in an earlier post, I said that it would be put in a place of honour.
Since picking it up I gave quite some thought to where this would be. I decided, finally, to secure it in the arms of an ironwood tree and is facing the entry door of the house. The tree is due North-West of THO which marks the line between black and white, earth and air and is directionally the mark of the winter solstice with respect to THO itself. What is interesting, at least to me, is that the tree, an ironwood (considered to be magical by those who practice Wicca) seems to have grown in the specific location and shape to hold this carving. Ironwood is a slow growing tree with a 7.0 growth factor; so this tree, with a ten inch diameter is about 75-85 years old. I guess this tree is a sister to Twerp (so named for Tolkein) who is due South-West to THO and perhaps 20-30 years older than what is now named, Wood Spirit Tree. Interesting too, I think, THO has ironwood trees that are at all four directional cusps and each is within a couple of hundred feet of the house at each of the cusp directions.
What I did not notice until I joined the two is that there is a howling wolf that was carved by nature into the wood which Steven carved into. Like the Wood Spirit the wolf is a symbol of community and communication, but the wolf is also a loyal guardian.
A lot of symbolic meaning hidden in plain sight. If you know about these things than you may have guessed that I have been recently influenced by a viking.
Can you see any other symbolism that I failed to mention here?
Categories: Art, Erazim Kohák, Forest, Magical, Nature, Ontario, Open your eyes, Tiny House Ontario, View
Tags: arts, meaning, nature, Symbolism, Wiccan
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?