Lily greets the winter sun.

It was at least -13 celsius out there!

Big brother and little brother footsteps in the snow

Kitchen design by Pinterest

I didn't exactly get Pinterest at first.  But then it grew on me, now I can't get enough of it.  I don't think it is addictive for most people, but I think that it is addictive for people who are visual thinkers.  Especially if we are looking for inspiration.

Aside from being a huge time-waster, good things come from Pinterest addictions.  For example, I have become inspired to decorate our kitchen.  Images of chalkboard paint, concrete countertops, and organization ideas literally fill my dreams.  We started to fix up our small and tired kitchen when we first moved in 4 years ago, but then we realized just how inefficient and small it was and decided to focus on other areas of the house. Then 2 years ago, as a result of the great flood, we had to replace the vinyl flooring, and chose a natural stone tile, installed it, started to look at changing the hardware, didn't find a handle we liked and then did nothing more to the kitchen.  We gave up on it in hopes that someday soon we will be able to afford "the addition" of a great room that will entail turning our current lower level family room into a kitchen.  There wasn't really much of a point in spending money on a kitchen that could possibly be torn out in a year or two.  Well realistically, "the addition" is not happening this year, or likely next, and in the meantime, redecorating and reorganizing in our kitchen could greatly enhance it's function.  So here is what we are starting with:

Fridge, pantry, dog and entryway to front hall.

Cabinet doors that do not close properly.

Poor kitchen design, dishwashers should not be next to ovens!  And ovens should not be next to dining rooms.  

I  would like to have the tops of the cabinets clear, or at least have streamlined decorative items only, but  I need every bit of shelf space I can get.

We lost a kitchen table for this old school trophy case, but it adds cabinetry, and I just love it.

Something else I love, Grandbert's artwork.

So here's my to-do list: 

• Finish stripping wallpaper - cost 0 dollars
• Remove ugly backsplash tiles - cost 0 dollars
• Plaster and sand the walls - cost 0 dollars (because I already have the supplies)
• Paint walls and trim - cost $19.97 plus tax 
• Paint backsplash with chalkboard paint - cost $21.49 (add another $23.67 if I decide to go with magnetic primer, all other supplies we already have.)
• Install pot lights in ceiling - cost 0 dollars (since we already bought the lights.)
• Sweet talk my husband into making me a polished concrete countertop - cost of materials unknown to me but keep in mind that this is one of the things he does in his job so he will only need materials, not rental of tools required.
• Change cabinet hardware (hinges and handles) - cost I don't know, but I am shopping for deals or do it yourself ideas!
• Declutter and reorganize - cost 0 dollars
• Consider installing a spice shelf - cost 0-$16.99 
• Considering sanding and staining the cabinets to match the other furniture.

I'll be sure to post the after photos, here and of course on Pinterest.

Finally some snow for the kids!

Icy morning.

Charlie at almost 20 years old.

A boy and his dog.

Happy 8th Birthday Kira!

8 years ago today, Kira Jane came tearing into this world.  Labour was fast and furious and she came out red and screaming!  And in 8 years she's barely stopped screaming enough to catch her breath!  She screams for joy, pain and anything in between.  Kira is an amazing girl, absolutely full of life and opinions.  Exactly what we needed after 3 busy boys!  Here's how she celebrated her special day:

Kira's menu choices, broccoli casserole, baked ham, scalloped potatoes and black forest cake.

Birthday girl in action

Two brothers and an iPod.

A sunny day looking the Bay Bridge.

The Christmas Pickle

Years ago, just for fun, my mother-in-law introduced the tradition of the Christmas Pickle.  The first few years we had a pickle that she had fashioned out of floral tape, but then I bought her a proper glass pickle that she could hang on the tree.  (In fact, I bought her and 10 other people Christmas Pickles that year, as they were cheaper by the dozen.)  She continued to hide the pickle and gave the child who found it a small present.   Sadly, she passed away in 2006, and I found that I kept forgetting to hide the pickle on Christmas morning.  So for the past 3 or 4 years, I have waited until Epiphany,or the Twelfth day of Christmas to hide the pickle.  This year, it was quickly and unceremoniously found by Patrick.  I have to get smarter about hiding it, I need decoy pickles, and ornaments with hiding spots in them.  Even though he shared his treat with his siblings, Griffin was left feeling quite unsatisfied. 

Minutes later, Griffin says,  "Look, I found the pickle."  He had a sly grin on his face as he took me by the hand and pointed at the tree.  (One could follow the trail of pickle juice back to the kitchen counter.)

After he "found" it, he picked the needles off of it and ate it!  I hope he has luck for the rest of the year!

Making a very special birthday card for a very special big sister.

A quick photo of the tree before it comes down tonight.  Can you see the pickle? 

I was testing settings using the gilded pears and apples on the chandelier.  This is what I ended up with.

Time to clean the silver

Long-dead apple tree overtaken by vines and tall grass.

"Sandy", 2nd rooster-in-command, Buff Brahma.

Photo a day challenge 2012

We finally got our new camera.  I need to learn how to use it, so I have decided to do a photo-a-day challenge to chronicle my progress. 

Here is my first entry on this rainy and miserable day.

Feathered losses

Sadly, we lost 3 members of our flock in recent days.  Among the dead are:

1. Patricia, she was the loveliest of buff-laced polish hens.  Anybody who came to visit us inevitably had a turn holding her.  She was was a lousy layer, but she was sweet, quiet and very patient with children.  She was the only hen who let the children pick her up.  And she was a good flock member too.  When Barncat (her sister hen) broke her leg and had to be confined to a small pen, Patricia was her gentle companion.  
2. Patrick, my friend the buff-laced polish rooster.  He was selected and named by his namesake.  Several times he required first aid as he seemed to be an accident prone rooster,  I'll never forget the time he got his legs tangled tightly in string and I had to untangle and cut it away.  Most roosters would have panicked.  He also let me keep his spurs trimmed.  He has always desired to be a free-ranger.  He must have been a very attractive rooster, as many hens desire to be a part of his free-ranging flock.  He never quite fit in with the other roosters, but the ladies loved him.  He spent his days roaming all over my yards and orchards and his nights he slept on a shelf in the barn.



A young Patrick the rooster.

3. Miss Piggy (formerly known as Whitey) was a white Ameraucana hen.  She was meant to be Campbell's hen.  She acquired her new name because every morning when I opened the food bucket, she would fly into it and start madly eating.  For the past 2 years, she had a pattern, she would sleep in the barn with Patrick, then she would go into the coop with me to eat, she would lay a big beautiful blue egg and then she would return to Patrick until the next morning.  Patrick waited for her and appeared stressed out when she was in the coop without him.  They really did have a bond.  

Miss Piggy, laying her daily egg.

Patrick (top left), Miss Piggy (right, second from top) and Patricia (bottom right),
also Hawkeye's rear view on left and Miss T (center).

Patricia and Barncat, they were great pets.

Miss Piggy and a friend.

Foraging, what Miss Piggy did best.

Here's how it happened:

One morning, Damon, Campbell and a friend woke up early and went outside to play in the yard.  As they walked towards the barn, they saw what they thought was a chicken sitting on the chicken fence.  Then they saw the "chicken" hop off the fence and into the chicken yard.  That was when they noticed Patricia, lying dead in the middle of the chicken yard with neck injuries, and the "chicken" was really a red-tailed hawk.  The hawk flew away, but kept circling over the barn.  They alerted us.  After disposing of Patricia's body, we waited and watched as the hawk went into the chicken yard again, looking for Patricia's remains.  He looked puzzled as he sifted through the pile of feathers with his beak finding no carcass.  Then the boys chased him off with their friend's AirSoft gun and he flew a few hundred feet away and watched.  They continued chasing him until he flew away.  This incident brings new light to the disappearance of the neighbour's hen and duck.  The boys were flying high with the excitement.  Now I have added "Staple netting to the top of the chicken yard" to my to-do list.

This was our first loss due to predators.  My heart sunk.  I thought my heart had hardened to the loss of animals, as farmer's hearts must do to protect themselves, but Patricia was very special to us.  I even got teary.  I immediately typed off an email to the breeder telling him what had happened and asking him to reserve more Polish chicks for me this spring.  

This morning, my heart sunk a little when I took the dogs out and saw a pile of white feathers in front of barn.  Then I saw the body of Patrick lying about 20 feet away, not far from my bedroom window.  In the barn (which was left unlocked last night by one of the boys) is a trail of feathers that leads to the shelf the slept on, and on top of the straw is one of Patrick's wings.  Hawkeye (a grey Ameraucana) and Miss T (Patrick and Miss Piggy's orphaned lovechild) were still running around.  I'm not sure what happened, it could have been a fox or a coyote.  But I imagine a scene involving Patrick being attacked in his sleep and Miss Piggy awaking and risking her life in a valiant but futile attempt to save her love.  Or something like that.

I am curious about whether the loss of Patrick will change the flock dynamic and convince the other two hens that the coop is the place to be.

On a positive note, today, 3 of the chicks that hatched in September, namely Moneyboy, Spiderman and Vulture (formerly known as Sweet Baby Jesus) have been fully integrated into the main flock. O.J. and Baby Gigi are still living with their surrogate mama, Jill.  Out of 5 chicks, we managed to get 4 hens and 1 Ameraucana rooster.