Pawns in the Grand Scheme of Things

Pawns in the Grand Scheme of Things

Not too long ago, after getting a coffee at Tim’s, I took a second look at my medium double double and said to my husband, “Maybe I’m crazy, but doesn’t this coffee cup look smaller than it was before?”

Same price/smaller package, same package/less weight, small increments of increased pricing - it seems like there’s a pattern easing its way into our lives that we’re not supposed to notice. And, even if we do, we’ve little choice but to accept the new reality. By using shrinkage large companies can keep their bottom line intact and that is not a goal they wish to abandon. Who is stuck covering the producers’ extra costs? The consumer.

Now our provincial government is smiling broadly, their predicted deficit has been turned around by a massive increase in oil price. Will they use this as an opportunity to hire more teachers and aides, more doctors and nurses, build and equip more hospitals, catch up on infrastructure needs, bring cancelled services back online, implement projects to improve the lives of Albertans? Don’t hold your breath.

On the other side of the coin this rise in oil prices will hit the consumer hard. Gas and diesel prices have already jumped at the pumps. Increases in the cost of transportation will be attached to every product we buy. Once again, who will pay for these extra costs? The consumer will.

For every price increase that hits the bottom end consumer and the small businessman, some individual, some government or some corporation profits. The current oil shortage has been caused by war. All wars are destabilizing and destructive, an insanity that has forever plagued the human race. There are many losers in war - death and/or maiming of combatants and non-combatants, long lasting psychological trauma, infrastructure destruction, loss of territory, societal and governmental upheaval. There are also many short time winners - builders of weapons and suppliers of all the raw materials they require, companies allotted reconstruction projects, territory claimed or reclaimed, establishment of assured oil and mineral supplies, installation of puppet government leaders… Who pays for war while it’s happening and when it’s over? We do, with our standard of living, with our taxes, with our lives - regardless of which side of the conflict we support.

Though some may profit from the current war in the Middle East, most of us will not. I’m aware that not everyone will agree with my point of view, but there comes a time when political correctness becomes apathy, and apathy can cause major troubles down the line. Here we are, stuck in the middle, while two nuclear armed countries have joined together to remake the world order. The USA has attacked Iran. Israel, after years of human and infrastructure destruction in Gaza, has escalated its attacks on Lebanon.  Allies are being dragged into the fray. 

Israel and the United States are not defending themselves against an aggressor, they are the aggressors. They have stirred up a hornet’s nest that will likely go on for years, will involve numerous other countries and cause massive destruction and loss of life, could even escalate into World War III. Frankly I was terrified last night (March 12) when I watched, on Global National News, the leaders of the US gather together, TV cameras rolling, hands joined and heads bowed in prayer, while President Trump told his people he was saved by God to justify his most recent acts of aggression. This attempt to curry the favor of Christian zealots was further enhanced when Pete Hegseth, Secretary of War, quoted from the Old Testament. It’s unbelievable that this kind of rhetoric is coming from a country that was once proud of their policy of separation between church and state! How often has religion been used as an excuse to engage in war, to excite the masses to fear, hate and kill people who, they’ve been told, are their enemy?

I am a pacifist. I do not believe war solves anything. Gradual cultural change from within a country will endure longer than change imposed by outsiders. Negotiators who have studied the current culture and past history of participants when a conflict arises have a better chance of achieving a successful outcome than ignorant, insular despots attempting to impose solutions. Cooperation and diplomacy, sound economic partnerships, negotiating in good faith - these methods have a better chance to forge a stable world. On the other hand war sets everything back, annihilates all the advances we’ve made to improve or regenerate our environment. It doesn’t just harm people and their buildings, it harms the planet, its oceans, its potable water sources, its air, its nonrenewable resources, its animals. It is a short sighted solution causing long term consequences. It fuels hate that festers, is sustained for generations. The oppressed become the oppressors and the cycle drags on. Those who started the current war in the Middle East hope to profit from it, and they may, but most of us will not. We are expendable pawns involuntarily locked into the grand schemes of the powerful.

Sensible Preppers

December was cold and snowy - seems like all we did was plow, shovel and stay home. January and most of February were mild, light jacket weather, and most of that snow disappeared into the ground leaving behind a treacherous coating of ice. And now (Feb. 18), here we are, once again buried in snow. Nevertheless, the warm weather days, along with the imminent arrival of March and ever lengthening daylight hours, made my mind wander toward gardening. This year I plan to have a much smaller garden, mostly for fresh eating and root crops that store without processing. Why? Reason one, I’m slowing down, an effect of living on the planet for 8 decades. Reason two, I’ve taken stock of the canned goods in my cellar. It’s full! Additions of most not required. There’s not much point in doing all that work just to throw it in the compost later.

How old is too old for home canned foods? I found a good on-line article that answers that question, and consequently reaffirms my beliefs on the subject.

(Canning 101: How Long do Home Canned Foods Really Last? January 28, 2015, updated on July 23, 2025, by Marisa McClellan.) Home canned foods are best tasting in the first year, but continue to be good to eat many years more. Those of you who have bought into the idea of tossing foods on their “best before date” will likely cringe when they read this, but I’m still here and I’ve been eating my own home canned foods for 50 years with this motto - if it’s sealed, not moldy or discolored and smells good, well it’s good! Having said that I still draw the line at about 5 or 6 years and tend to go through my stock of canned goods every year to root out any ancient jars hiding in dark corners. One thing I read in the above article that makes good sense, bringing to mind some of my less than tasty or soggy pickles - “sometimes people try new recipes and then determine later on that they just don’t like them (not every recipe is for every person). If you made something and you just don’t like it, either give those jars away to someone who will appreciate it or dump the jars. There’s no reason to torture yourself with something you just don’t like.”

Then there’s the frozen veggies. According to Google University, frozen vegetables are safe to eat indefinitely if kept frozen, but quality begins to decline after about one year (freezer burn, tougher texture, flavor loss). Having limited freezer space I only freeze peas (better flavor) so, for me, no culling required.

Gardeners who preserve their vegetables are a bit like small time preppers. They may not be as extreme as those who fear imminent war or worldwide economic collapse, build bunkers and store massive amounts of dried beans, grains, ammunition etc., but still, we tend to put up enough vegetables to last several years. If you live a fair distance from a reasonable sized town being prepared only makes sense. You have to stock up, after all there’s no store just around the corner to provide you with that missing recipe ingredient. I usually keep a second one of nearly everything that won’t spoil. You never know what may lie ahead. Today’s cockeyed weather is affecting all kinds of crops. Our economy is being manipulated by tariffs. We may find ourselves paying astronomical prices for some things, others we may not be able to obtain at all. So I’ll keep on being prepared. This year though I’m going to grow less of many and none of some. I’m thinking a full row of flowers would be beautiful down the center of my garden. The bees would love it!

North of 54

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February 18, 2026

Out Beyond the Corn

Out Beyond the Corn

We get information in many different ways - through reading, formal schooling, lectures, mentorship, parents and friends, digital media, observation, practice, internships, apprenticeships, trying and failing and trying again.

When we were kids in school we occasionally got to go on field trips - to see for ourselves some place our teachers hoped would educate us in a more direct manner than books or films. These excursions were not easy to arrange. Parental permission, transportation, guides, instructors, chaperones and financing were all required. But field trips were a great break from the same old classroom routine and helped to broaden our horizons.

Mass media tells us that much of our world is in turmoil - disastrous weather, disastrous politics, failing economies, racial and religious tensions, genocides, drug wars - the list goes on. We all seem to have an opinion on the what’s, where’s and why’s of world happenings and we hold these opinions dearly, not budging when we run into someone who doesn’t see things our way. Most of us form our opinions while sitting comfortably at home in our bubble, watching TV or scrolling through the net. We passively observe life and assume we’re fairly well informed. Are we? Television portrays the American Dream as being everyone’s normal. Our social media feed provides us with sites and ads that fuel our desires and beliefs. Online games, TV shows and movies desensitize us to violence. News programs fill us with sensational broadcasts strewn with prejudicial words that colour our feelings - totalitarian regime instead of government, terrorist instead of protestor, illegal immigrant, left wing extremist, merciless crackdown, state controlled media, etc… Unbiased investigative journalism has taken a hit in the 21st century. 

An old friend of mine once told me that she loves it out here in our neck of the woods and really hopes that one day her children will choose to stay here. But, she said, I want them to go out beyond the corn, to have the opportunity to see what’s out there, to make their choice from a place of knowledge. Though not often practical, it would be nice if we could all go on field trips, beyond our normal, beyond our biases and beliefs, and discover our world from direct experience. 

They say history repeats itself. It does seem like powerful and greedy people keep rising out of the muck to forcefully take control over those who exercise empathy and good will. Our leaders would do well to study history, an awareness of past grievances can be useful when trying to negotiate solutions to current conflicts. 

I am discombobulated trying to wade in the mire of half truths. Makes me want to disengage at a time when it’s probably important to engage. For now I plan to remain in my bubble awhile and bury my head in a novel. It states quite clearly in the first few pages - “This book is a work of fiction.” It’s not a real book though. It has no pages.

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January 19, 2026

‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the Season

Winter more or less starts in November but bounces back into Autumn some days. Today (November 12) there’s a warm breeze melting the remaining bit of snow and it feels more like Spring. There’s no getting around it though, daylight is shrinking and longer nights are slowly dominating the skies. In no time the winter solstice will arrive and soon Christmas will be upon us with 2026 arriving almost by surprise.

I don’t often go out after dark so I miss seeing many of nature’s night sky paintings, but last night the northern lights domed the entire sky in colours so beautiful I stood out in our yard in awe. Another plus for living in the north. Before long the snow will come and stay, dropping a blanket of quietness and turning the landscape black, white, and grey - soft yet harsh. Winter can be lovely if you don’t have to go to battle with it, but it seems like things are bound to break down no matter how well prepared you think you are.

Winding down from the gardening season I find myself some days with no project to complete. It’s kind of nice after a busy summer and autumn to relax with not much to do before Christmas baking, shopping and ornament making begins to fill the days. Unable to sit and do nothing day after day though, I started thinking about soup, a winter comfort I like to have available when it’s chilly outside. I really like the idea of having a perpetual soup pot on the hearth but have a feeling modern cooking guides would frown on the practice. Canning soup is the next best thing. I usually make a giant pot on the kitchen wood stove (its continuous even heat works like a non-electric slow cooker) then I pressure can what’s left so we don’t have to eat it for 5 days straight. Today I made hamburger minestrone.

Wishing you a wonderful Yuletide filled with family's and friends, hearty soups, eggnog and Christmas cake, turkey and dressing, 

hot chocolate and cookies, and many gifts of love.

Leave It to Beavers

 Leaves It to Beavers

Beavers are semi-aquatic animals that have the reputation of being busy little critters (some would say a darn nuisance). Their big teeth never stop growing and would become quite a problem if not continually worn down by chipping away at trees. They build dams along waterways to create ponds, give them better access to their food sources, erect their homes safely away from predators, and store their winter food supply. 

Humans, however, don’t always appreciate their work. A beaver pond, especially one that hasn’t been long established, can look like a chaotic mess of giant pick-up sticks. It seems there’s no rhyme or reason for the direction of tree fall and the dammed up water sometimes floods roadways or gobbles up land a farmer would prefer to use for pasture or crops. But a beaver pond has an important place in nature. It provides habitat for numerous plant and animal species and plays a valuable role in wetland preservation. 

When we moved to Lone Pine our quarter section was heavily treed. There were a few acres in hay that had been maintained by the previous owner’s relatives, but pretty well all other remnants of human habitation were swallowed by the forest. We built our home on a small open piece of fairly level land where we dug up a few rotten boards indicating that it had once been occupied by a building of some sort. 

At that time you could barely see the beaver pond through the trees. We were very glad it existed though. For ten years it was our only source of water.

Eventually we jumped into the 20th century, dug a well and brought water and solar electricity into the house. We cleared a barn yard, made a lawn and garden, planted some apple trees and berries. Through the years the beaver pond went through many changes but has always been an asset, providing us with water for our livestock, our garden and our bees. In the past two years we’ve gotten all our firewood thanks to beaver activity. They not only fell trees for us, they removed all the branches and bark (while also destroying a few fence panels)!

Did we ever become overwhelmed by beaver activity? We did a time or two get someone to “thin the herd” (we may be at that point again after two beautiful trees dropped into our yard last week) and my husband tried his hand at stretching beaver skins. We tried some beaver meat but didn’t become fond of it. We have attempted to curb their zealousness by wrapping chicken wire around the trees we want to remain standing. I’m quite sure there wouldn’t be a single one left had we not done that. 

We have lived beside this beaver pond for over 50 years and enjoyed watching the progress of nature. We feel it is a privilege to live alongside this developing ecosystem with all it’s flora and fauna (beaver, muskrats, ducks, loons, geese, moose, an occasional swan, red winged blackbirds, water lilies, cattails, floating islands…). We consider our watershed and beaver pond to be a precious resource. As for management, we’ve mainly left it to the beavers.

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October 19, 2025

Summer’s End

Summer’s End

A light frost on the first day of Autumn - it’s as if nature has been told to follow the calendar! The garden has been put to bed. In the case of tomatoes that is literally true since the green ones lie covered and ripening under a blanket on the bed in our spare room. Just a few more projects and we can switch to keeping the wood fire burning and slowly consuming the fruits of our labour. I love autumn, still warm, awesomely beautiful, and for me, much more relaxing - the calm before the winter storms. I wouldn’t like to live in a place where the seasons run together with little change in weather. Here each season has its specialty, its own feel, its own joys, its own tasks. I welcome each one’s arrival and departure with equal pleasure.

The world continues to spin somewhat out of alignment. Opinions are so polarized these days, held so strongly that most folks seem unable to consider the possibility that their own beliefs could ever have a faulty base - inaccurate observation, lack of knowledge, insufficient or faulty information, propaganda. The global information highway ensures that we can always find print media, a newscast, a podcast, an official or a spokesperson that will support with true conviction any view anyone holds dear. But we are all susceptible to whatever our “trusted source” tells us, and all sources are biased. Even your own observations are biased because you see the world through your own upbringing, your culture, your education, your belief system. We end up hating whole groups of people, even nations, because someone says we should. All conflicts cannot be eliminated, some are even necessary. We are mere pawns in the larger ones but smaller differences can sometimes be settled, and others can be ignored. We are not all the same. Diversity is not a dirty word. And, though we may think so, we are not always right (even me).

Happy equinox! 

Summer

 Summer

Heading down the driveway on my morning dog walk, the sky grey with a misty drizzle of rain so light it almost wasn’t there, the air fresh and cool, my mind wandered to the time many years ago when my friend and her Mom came over to help pick mushrooms. I had no clue which mushrooms were edible so I definitely needed and appreciated a guide. We tromped all over the bush picking the small ones, the larger ones tended to be wormy they said. Since we picked way more than needed in one sitting I decided to dry them, strung them up like popcorn on a Christmas tree and hung them up in our south kitchen window. Slowly they shrunk, giving their moisture up to the sky, filling the kitchen with a musky odour while dropping a surprise by-product on the windowsill below - crunchy desiccated worm carcasses! So I got out my whisk broom, scooped the bodies up and deposited them in the trash, put the now worm free mushrooms into jars to use in soups, and never really got around to picking mushrooms again. 

In the “the good old days”, when our farm was mainly bush, when I was young and had no garden yet, and before we had goats and sheep, I spent hours harvesting berries and tea leaves from the bush. I carried my wee son on my tummy or on my back in his green Snuglie pack. It was like a turtle shell, you could barely see him. I would lay my little turtle on a blanket for a nap and pick blueberries. Highbush cranberries drew me to their bounty by releasing their unique scent. I picked raspberries, wild strawberries, some gooseberries and hazelnuts. There was peppermint below the beaver dam and Labrador tea in the muskeg to the south. Gathering this wild bounty was a mixed pleasure. In those days there were so many more bugs than there are now. I remember being literally chased out of the bush by masses of tiny flies and mosquitoes. Then for me, with my totally undeveloped sense of direction, there was always the possibility of getting lost. Since it was just baby and me I used to mark my trail with bits of brilliant orange tape to ease my fear. I never really thought about bears much except for making sure I was noisy by singing and “conversing with my companion.

But times change, priorities change, and after 50 years of occupancy our little plot of land has evolved to become fairly “civilized “. Now we garden and cut grass, lots of grass since we no longer have sheep to keep it under control. I rarely harvest wild berries. The tame raspberries this year were incredibly abundant, filling my freezer until I had to juice and can many pounds of them to make room for half a pig. The peas grew well; the tomatoes, to date, have produced nothing but leaves. The cucumbers planted in the corn row may produce, their leaves are huge and they’ve got lots of flowers and some cukes forming. They are climbing the corn stalks but it’s crowded in there, hard to see what’s going on. I think next year I’ll plant them in sunflowers instead - fewer low leaves. The corn is tall, tasseled with cobs forming. All in all it’s been another good summer with plenty of rain. It’s been an action packed season with many social gatherings and winter preparations. Now I look forward to autumn when all the summer work is done and I can walk my dogs down our yellow “brick” (fallen leaves) road.