Line Dancing in the Court

It was a first: line dancing in the court in front of my home.

It seems a group of ladies who did line dancing at a nearby indoor venue were uncomfortable practising indoors with the COVID-19 virus still infecting people in London. One member of the dance group lives on the court and had an idea. She called the city and then called the health department. She got the go ahead to hold the dance class outside in the court with all dancers wearing masks. A couple on the court allowed her to plug the group's stereo equipment into the couple's outside electrical outlet.

It appears folk are learning to work around the virus. Yeah!

Tornado Watch and not Warning in effect

Arriving home, our neighbour excitedly informed us that a Tornado Warning had been issued. She was wrong. It was a Tornado Watch that had been declared.

A Watch lets residents know that the conditions are right for a tornado. Take care. A Warning indicates one or more tornados have been sighted, either visually or the presence indicated by weather radar. Take cover.

I believe the United States with Tornado Alley have the biggest and most numerous tornados in the world. But Southwestern Ontario is no slouch when it comes to tornados. We may pale in comparison to our southern neighbour but we still lose homes and very occasionally extremely small villages to these fierce summer storms.

The goal is100% energy efficiency

The Sifton Centre building is just one of a number of green commercial buildings either already standing or soon to be built in the new Sifton development in the far West end of London. What makes the Sifton Centre worthy of a picture? Answer: the solar panels on the south-facing wall. The panels are incorporated into the exterior design. If you weren't looking for them, you might miss them.

The stated vision of the new community is to be achieve 100% energy efficiency.

Hostas: a world travelling plant

I never thought much of hostas. Just a plant with big leaves and weird flowers was my thinking. And then the newspaper sent me to take pictures of a fellow who had an award-winning backyard garden filled with hostas, hundreds of hostas.

It was incredible. I had no idea that hostas came in so many varieties. The gentleman bragged that he had almost 200 different varieties. Since then I've learned there are more than 3000 registered varieties with possibly another 5000 unregistered throughout the world. This massive number of plants springs from a much smaller number of hosta species—40 to 45 would be a good guess.

That man made me a hosta believer. I love them. And the rabbits love them, too. It turns out hostas are related to asparagus and like asparagus are edible. The tender, young shoots are said to be best be but rabbits will eat them old as well. Apparently, the Japanese are quite generous in what they look for in a hosta for the table: small shoots, large eaves, even pretty flowers are all considered edible. If you see urui on the menu when in Japan, you are about to be served hosta as a vegetable.

The other day I took my granddaughters to a place that specializes in hostas: Hosta Choice Gardens. I got two new hostas. One promises to be a brute in a year or two. It may be six-feet wide and four-feet tall with giant golden leaves when mature.

Hosta Choice only sells hostas. That said, I saw some beautiful ferns growing there, plus some lugwort and bugleweed or ajuga that was speading wildly on one pathway. I admired all three and soon had a number of ferns, lugwort and ajuga in pots ready to take home. There was no charge for the non-hosta plants. Hosta Choice only sells hostas and therefore would only charge me for the two hostas.

I may live to regret planting the ajuga. It is a very hardy ground cover that sends out runners and expands its territory rapidly. I'm putting it on my hill overlooking my home. A bit of crazy wild ground cover may be desirable on the hill. That said, come back in ten years. My neighbours may be cursing my name.

If you're seven, you don't travel far for an adventure

My seven-year-old granddaughter likes to go on adventures. You might think adventures are hard to come by in suburbia. Nope. Not if you're seven.

Many suburban streets are linked by pathways. These offer pedestrians a shorter route from street to street when compared to the route cars must take.

At dusk these pathways get quite shadowy as there are often few or even no streetlights. It is at this hour that the pathways become pathways to an adventure. Last night we made the journey one way but it was simply too dark for returning without having one's heart pound right out of one's chest. We took the sidewalk home.

A new, treeless subdivision doesn't stay new or treeless

It doesn't seem all that long ago that my subdivision was a large piece of bare land above a recently closed gravel pit. First came the roads, then the homes but now the area is filled with many tall trees. I look around and realize that my subdivision has matured. Many of the clichés once used to describe it no longer apply.

My lily growers have retired.

I took my granddaughters to the lily gardens. The gardens were gone. The place had closed. The couple who had run the operation for decades had retired. I should not have been surprised but I was. I had check the Internet before making promises to the girls but the Internet can be so out-of-date.

I'm now looking for another place with a great selection of lilies. The garden supply places rarely have more than a dozen choices. My old supplier had more than a hundred and some were awfully unique and truly beautiful.

Oh well, nothing lasts forever.