Showing posts with label prince edward county. Show all posts
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Friday, August 3, 2012

THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER

CountyKate on High Summer in Prince Edward County, Ontario




The phrase, 'The Dog Days' stems from the ancient Roman period, when it was  believed the Dog Days 'brewed evil, The Sea Boiled,  Dogs Grew Mad, and made all others languid'.  The Days begin on July 3rd and end on August 11th - 40 days without rain. Of course, with the Gregorian, or maybe the Julian calendars, its all screwed up , and poor Sirius gets the blame anyway,  Sirius being the Dog Star.

When I first began composing this blog. about The County, in July we were suffering a severe drought.

If you remember, The County is an isthmus, or the 'Stickyout Bit' as my granddaughter says, into  Lake Ontario.  Situated as we are, much of the forecast precipitation bypasses us, drenching the mainland to the north.  So we have not had significant rain  for several weeks, and all those lush fields of maize and sweet corn I described  last time, are shrivelled and brown.



The farmers have frantically harvested the cereal crops, two weeks early in fact, and baled the stalks to take to the local Mushroom Farm, that uses them for their growing beds.  Dark, moist sheds, where the workers harvest on their knees, eight hours a day.

But the diligent farmers are providing us with seasonal produce, fruit and vegetables, for canning, freezing or jam making,. If it’s fruit, I’ve eaten most of the punnet before I get home!


Despite the heat and humidity, we can occupy ourselves with a variety of delights. On these endless, hot  summer days, we can visit antique shops, enjoy the annual quilt show; garage, yard or barn sales; the wineries to visit, the cheese-making factories, small enterprises now compared to the industry of the 1800's, along with canneries and beer-making!

Paddling a canoe is fun and harks back to the old days.

   canoes for rent

Then there is sailing, fishing, kayaking –

               

Or else we can stay at home, under the spreading maple trees in our shaded gardens and sip wine or beer, read, sew or daydream.



We might follow our forefather’s trails, to go Up North, to the cottage, boat or trailer, to live a more Spartan life for a while, experience the Great Outdoors.

Cooking in cramped conditions!

Who were these first settlers?

They started arriving in the early 18th century. Some were farmers, from England, Scotland, Ireland or Wales. Some were soldiers, pensioned off with an acreage of land, and enough supplies for two years - seed and livestock. Yet others were the sons of aristocratic families, shipped off with an allowance for various reasons. Few of them were prepared for the hardships. While some of them moved into established settlements, many of them literally had to hack a clearing out of the virgin forest and build a log or sod cabin.
 There were many religions represented too - Lutheran, Baptist, Presbyterian, Roman Catholic, Anglican, Quakers and others.
They would have built their churches probably at a crossroad of tracks, and later came settler’s cabins, a tavern, a store and businesses.

Not only farmers came; where they settled, they needed carpenters, millers, if near the Lake, shipwrights.  The women brought their crafts too, cheese-making for instance. Once they had made cheese for the family needs, then it became a bartering agent, then grew into an industry. In the mid 1800's, there were 30 cheese-making factories on the County.

Winter for the pioneers must have seemed endless.  No contact with neighbours, until Spring melted the rooftop high snow drifts.

Snowdrifts piled against the windows

Heavy horses, still bred here on the County, cleared a passage to the hamlet; going two abreast, the waggoner standing on the platform of his wagon, whistling and encouraging the amiable creatures.



A barn-raising - well, to be honest, a barn-razing, but you get the idea

But spring meant social gatherings. It might begin with a barn raising, all the neighbours and their wives and families would gather for this two day event, which led to Basket Lunches; Pie Sales, Church Sales; Quilting Bees , Swapmeets for clothes;  but also these gatherings were for weddings, christenings and funerals.  The harsh life took its toll, and folk were laid to rest, in family plots, village cemeteries or grander graveyards.


Old and young, infants and children put to rest in shaded places, sheltered by those same maple trees, often surrounded now by wild lilac hedges too. 
 So much lilac grows wild now, we have a Lilac Festival.


Many pioneer women brought with them on the sailing ships from England, 'slips' of lilac from their beloved homes, tended carefully on the voyage, they were then planted by the door of their cabin.  Driving around, if you see a clump of lilac growing wild, look closer, there's probably the foundations of a settler’s home, maybe the barn nearby

So we arrive back to our modern pioneers. That part of the population that goes Up North, or maybe to my County, there to encounter aspects of the life their forefathers experienced.

Wildlife comes to mind! We have seen, at various rented cottages, coyotes, raccoons, skunk! There were deer one early morning, a family of three, grazing on our front lawn. Another time, a skunk family emerged from underneath the deck, in line abreast, mom, baby, baby, baby, pop.  Don’t frighten them, or they WILL spray you!

Raccoons are charmers, cute little bandits faces and dinky little hands. But they are scavengers, as my daughter can tell you.  They come at dusk, to root noisily through unsealed garbage;  or as my daughter found out, alerted by the loud chomping noises from outside, to eat the dog’s supper, from her bowl, while dog slept peacefully inside!



The coyotes are rarely seen, but at night, an eerie 'yip, yip, yip', cuts the air, as the pups call for momma and food.

Then of course we have bears. Yes really.  Hang your food in a bag in a tree. Dispose of human smelling waste in a pit in the ground! If it’s a brown bear, rear up and make big, if it's a black, crouch down and make small. Who is going to hang around long enough to find out? Anyway, my daughter would frighten them away with her screaming.


But the lucky modern visitor to our County has much to see and do whilst here.


There are Maritime Museums; Emu and Llama Farms.  The soil is conducive to grape growing, from a few large, commercial enterprises, to many small, family owned and tended, and of course, imbibed!
There are Wine Tasting tours -better use a driver - or Honey and Lavender Farms for another taste of local products.

Local vineyards

Local  ice-cream shop

We have our own  local ice-cream producer - Slickers -  or try one of the many locally harvested Maple Syrup products.

You could take in an Art Tour and admire local artists’ paintings – and plantings!



Visit antique shops, like 'County Traders' where Trader John boasts secondhand furniture, with stock changing daily or 'Dead People’s Stuff' where Sue recycles collectables from the past.








But finally, after all this touring and tasting, and the activity is over till tomorrow, come back home, to sip local wine or beer, eat locally made treats; all under the shade of those maple trees, and doze into  the dusk.

Prince Edward County 2nd August 2012 

(Almost all the photos are my own)



Monday, July 9, 2012

COUNTYKATE'S THOUGHTS ON JULY


 Hello again from CountyKate in Ontario, Canada! I thought I would elaborate on my last blog,  it seemed well received, the description of my drive around some of the lovely waterside areas of Prince Edward County.



First though, an idea of the days of winter, a memory now, shed like a cloak  Hold on, you might be saying, it is July now after all!







Our seasons here, the jokers say, are winter and July, and its almost true.  Our summer season begins in the last days of June;  many of our High School and University students, anxious to earn credits and cash for future schooling, become the backbone of all our tourist attractions - Marineland at Niagara;  Wild Water  Kingdom;  African Lion Safari;  Black Creek Pioneer Village, and many others.

So let us dwell on summer;  we are almost catapulted into it, after a cool, damp June, but the farmers have benefited - they have already made the first crop of hay - and have ploughed, seeded and fertilized.
  

Driving around, you can see the results already - undulating fields of waving cereal crops - barley, wheat and corn.  There's a green, leafy crop visible now, Maize, for animal feed.  Knee high now, it will be high as an 'elephants eye' by  September, ready in time for pumpkin picking, and children’s mazes!
I remember lovely Cary Grant, getting lost in the cornstalks, in North by Northwest.   Maybe you remember Mel Gibson’s kids  being lured in by Aliens or Superman flying through the corn stalks.





We still reminisce about our son in law, running into the cornfield after a flyaway kite, followed by his faithful Boxer dog, and in moments we had lost sight of him, and he had lost his sense of direction!  It took an hour, with kids climbing trees, fences and rooftops to try to see him, then he emerged, grinning, dusty and confused, some waysaway down the field!

Already, the farmers have put out their produce stands; the first offerings are strawberries, dark, shiny and sweet, along with peas in their pods and new potatoes.  We taught our then five year old granddaughter to pop open the pods, suspicious at first, but then delighted by what she found inside!
I remember my mum, at this time of year, having dirt ingrained fingertips, from scraping new potatoes!
Musn't forget the carrots and tiny beets!







And then there is the other aspect of July and August - school has finished for two months - and 'everyone' goes Up North, to their cottages, trailers or boat.  Who are these affluent people, loosely referred to as 'everyone’? On the whole, they are people who live in our cities, and who either do own, or else rent, a cottage or trailer, or go camping (watch out for bears!) near one of our beautiful Ontario Lakes.  Maybe they want to 'go back to their roots' for a while. We have none of these toys ourselves, but we enjoy them all the same when we visit our daughter, in her holiday trailer.

 A typical holiday cottage

Our own - well, our kids' - holiday trailer

Holiday fun on the lake

So July is here. Steaming hot days; why only a week or so ago it was still chilly at night and I worried for my. perennials pushing up through the hard soil.  The first to break through are the pale green spears of Solomon’s Seal, within a couple of weeks they bare elegant, arching branches, with creamy bells hanging under each leaf. They are ready for the bees to stuff their heads into, searching for nectar. Next to follow is Catnip, the blue spikes attracting bees, as well, and oh joy! the Hummingbirds.

We have kept the squirrels and chipmunks supplied all winter, with peanuts and sunflower seeds. Kept company by the raucous Blue Jays, our winter is entertaining! Opportunists, all of them.

Feeding the birds in winter
Squirrel trapped in allegedly squirrel-proof bird-feeder!
Chipmunk in bird-feeder!


Then as if you are reciting the color wheel, the other species arrive, singly, pairs or in arrogant gangs, like the American Goldfinches, though they sing a sweet song all day.  The Ruby throated Hummingbird; golden Baltimore Orioles, red breasted American Robins;  Blackcapped Chickadees;  Dark Eyed Juncos;  four species of woodpeckers - the fifth variety is too big for the feeders, I hear him knocking on trees and our fence posts!

Iridescent Grackles, Redwing tipped Blackbirds; and of course, more Blue Jays, this time masquerading as the Boys of Summer!  There are Red Tailed Hawks; Buff colored Mourning Doves and Sparrows, all fed.

Blue-Jay as you may have guessed!

Then suddenly the garden is quiet, just mummy sparrow feeding babies as big as herself, and clever, crafty black crows, who have taught themselves to lift the cover on the swimming pool, and sip the water underneath!  Maybe Mr Toad is there again, staring back!


Mr Toad in our swimming pool


Silence has descended too, over the fields and garden, no more need to mow twice a week. Farmers are awaiting a drenching rain, to swell and ripen crops
Holiday rain

Now I need to find the jars for jam and pickle making, they must be sterilized and ready.  We need to find the camping chairs, for extended stays at estate auctions, to have roadside picnics beside a river, or for when we visit the kids at their trailer.

Just a lick of paint and the chairs will be fine -
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So, in an eight foot wide, thirty foot long trailer, 8 people, children and dog can muster, to eat and sleep. There is a shower room, but you have to sit on the loo to use the shower.  There is a kitchen area, but only one person can use it;  we eat outside a lot. Sleeping, a real juggling act. Hmmmm... I wonder whose turn it is to sleep on kitchen table that becomes a bed, this year.

And what do you do at the trailer or cottage? I start to piece together quilt tops, ready for quilting in winter.  I read, do crafts, paint. Or else I sits and I dreams.





Till the next time!

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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

A NEW WORLD BLOG FROM GRANDMA'S SISTER


 I have a guest blogger this time - my sister Katy who lives in Canada. Could there be two more different places in which to live? Canada and Corfu Greece. Considering we started off as 'Essex girls', never dreaming our lives would eventually take us so far apart.

With great pleasure, I give you a new blog from CountyKate. who writes as follows:

COUNTYKATE AT LARGE IN CANADA

Most people have an image of Canada as a vast country, on a grand scale - The Rockies, Niagara Falls, The Great Lakes, endless plains, primeval forest, but also cosmopolitan cities, teeming with life.

Many parts of Canada remain under-populated, wild and even unexplored. But, you must consider that Up North, we have glaciers and polar bears, whilst here in Ontario where I live, I feed hummingbirds in my garden in the summer months.



And then there are the truly rural, largely passed-by, intimate landscapes of places such as where I live.


Prince Edward County. It is part of Ontario, between Toronto and  Kingston, and is an 'isthmus', jutting out into Lake Ontario.  We are a special place; special because it is small, originally populated by Native  Indians, such as  Iroquois and  Algonquin tribes. They mainly resided peacefully along the shoreline, hunting and trapping for bartering purposes, fishing and living quietly, oblivious to the coming  invasion of  European settlers.

Algonquin Indians

Iroquois Indian


The Europeans began arriving in the mid 1700's; French, German and  Dutch, along with many Scottish, fleeing the Jacobite Rebellions. Their  descendants are still here, and small crossroads, once little hubs of activity, still bear their names, though all sign of them has gone, names such as Doxsee, Onderdonk, Bongard, Ostrander.


 The 'Katmobile' - 1987 Chrysler Fifth Avenue


I took a rural drive today, in my classic car, one of my favourite activities. I left the small main town of Picton, bustling for now with summer tourists, here for the antiques, art and wineries.  I took the winding road east, still on the County, past houses built by the wealthy Americans, who came here in the 19th century.  Some are mansions, like Claramount, a bit of a 'Tara', in colonial revival style with white pillars and yellow woodwork. It was built as a summer'cottage' for a businessman and his two daughters, and named after his wife Clara, but now is a hotel and spa.



Onward past  Victorian houses, with their wraparound porches and formal gardens, many going to the water’s edge of Picton Inlet and harbour. Once the harbour was full of three-masted sailing ships, carrying grain, canned goods, and passengers.

Typical Victorian house

Picton inlet

Picton harbour

As I carried on, the inlet on my left, I drove through the hamlet  of Lake on the Mountain.  This lake is supposedly bottomless, mysterious and haunted!  Haunted, so folklore says, by an Indian princess, who waited in vain for her lover to arrive, and drowned herself in its dark depths.  Or, it could be a meteor crater! 


Lake on the Mountain

Shores of the lake

But the road goes on, past farms and barns, low vegetation as we are on shale beds here, not conducive to deep roots.




On my left I had wonderful views of Adolphus Reach, the continuation of Picton Inlet, rippling its way towards the open water of Lake Ontario.

Eventually I came to Prinyers Cove, an inlet of water dotted now with yachts, houseboats, dinghies, and with a small marina.  Prinyers Cove was originally called  Grog Cove, probably a safe port of call for the County's Rum Runners, but later, when a small group of Scottish refugees arrived, in about 1780, it became McConnell’s Cove. They settled, became prosperous farmers, but the lineage died out, and the cove acquired the name of  Prinyer’s.


And so I turned around, to start off home, the end of a perfect day, for dreamers and photographers.