Swimming with Joe

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Hey there,

Swimming into November – with Joe.  Keep pushing, one stroke at a time.  Up, up, up towards the light of all things Christmas.  This week brings the hard frost we all hold our breath for; that vapour appearing as we exhale outdoors in the night.  Snowflakes dance as the garden and all things green shrink down, down, down back into Mother Earth for the long sleep.

So, who’s Joe?  Keep reading – that’s not him above – or maybe it is.

Are you sad?  A little?  Or are you ready for the change of season and some rest.  For us gardeners, we do feel it, don’t we?  Although we miss the green, we are ready for the rest.  The abundance that our gardens produced this year!  First with the cooler, rain-plentiful Spring and Summer, and then with the glorious sunny days we experienced this Autumn.

It’s a lot of work, even with Joe (keep reading).  Harvest is in.  Greenies are in jars in all shapes and forms.  Dried for teas and their goodness drawn out in vinegars and tinctures in the fridge, oils stacked in cupboards and by the tub.

Good thing it’s done, because there isn’t much room for food in my fridge right now…can you say “what’s in that jar?”  Haha – I like to leave some of them, the ones I know for sure, without labels.  Just for fun.

“Mustard”? … Second shelf at the back behind the shrunken heads…eye roll.

I know, Hallowe’en is over and the pointy hats have been put away.  Or have they? Heheheheeeeee

I have decided to ignore the sh!t show that is my life at the moment for today.  See here.  Still no lemonade, so I’m swimming with Joe.  According to a recent reading I had, I’m in it for a while and I need to keep WRITING – so here I am.  So glad I went for that reading.  I’m pretty sure it was her version of “kittens and flowers, kittens and flowers”

The world’s on fire – 
but you still need to eat lunch

I also still need to dig up some Horseradish root to clean, grate and soak in apple cider vinegar.  The root is better after a decent frost, so I’ve held back.  (Yes, I am capable of doing that.  Who knew?)  Not a fun thing to dig out – there will be cursing.  I have broken shovels doing this, despite what Mark Cullen says…they can be broken.

Perhaps a good outlet for me at the moment.  Or perhaps a pick axe, but I digress…

There are bits of it (the Horseradish, not Mark – or Joe) that have rooted in the meadow after an old garden was dug up and the contents dumped.  Once your shovel has pierced the root and you put that shovel in the ground somewhere else, it’s kind of guaranteed that you will have more Horseradish.  That’s how she rolls.  A very good plant ally to have during Winter, sitting fermenting in the fridge (another jar!).  Just waiting to help fight off those colds and flu.  Also excellent for your gut flora.

Well, anyone who has ever taken a mouthful of it knows that it will clear your sinuses – and then some!  Giddy up!  Horseradish root is a powerful circulatory stimulant for lung and urinary infections.  Ground into a poultice, it can be used externally to stimulate blood flow for those suffering with gout or arthritis.  Right up there with hot peppers.

When I grate it, I put it in the food processor and I wear eye protection and a mask…learned that the hard way.  Kind of like pepper spray…you’ve been warned.  Unless, of course, you like whimpering in the fetal position with your nasal cavity on fire.  Then, by all means, have at it.  No judgement here.  I’m swimming with Joe.

Ugh – I finally got those reading glasses ordered.  Hopefully next time I sit down to write at the computer I won’t be winking at you.  Do these glasses make my face look…never mind.

Back into humidifier season.  Filling twice per day – how do you spell fun?  It’s either that or raisin eyes.

Kind of meandering here.  At least I talked about a plant today!  Who the @%!&* is Joe?  Almost there.

Oh, I’d just like to mention (because I can), for readers who like to comment but don’t go through the sign-up process, your comment goes to spam.  Sorry, but that’s just the way it is – and there are quite a few.  Comments are moderated (by moi) and I’ll gladly post them – as long as they’re nice. 🙂  I love to read them, but they won’t be posted unless you go through the process.  There needs to be a name of some kind attached.  As far as the spammers go – and they are there too – a curse on your house! (Pointy hat)


And now, Joe:

Joe Cocker songs have been playing in my head recently. (Yes, that Joe.)  Hmmm  Maybe it’s because the Sun is in Scorpio.  So is Jupiter – and Venus.  Or maybe I’m just dreaming about being somewhere else, a different time, perhaps.  Purging.

This is fabulous, have a listen.  Brian May on guitar, Phil Collins on drums.  I know I’m dating myself here, but OMG that voice – hello! Sing it Joe!  The Queen’s Golden Jubilee Concert.  I’m a big Beatles fan, but this cover is all that.  Fab.  🙂

November, of course, is ruled by Pluto, Lord of the Underworld and Mars, God of War – and Joe (apparently).  Enough said and moving on.  Traditionally, a dark, cold month here in Southern Ontario.  The worst month for some, but has never bothered me, as it’s a busy month with Fall things in full swing and gearing up for the busy-ness of December and all that it brings.  I like to be well-prepared so that panic doesn’t set in the closer we get to Christmas.  That’s my Virgo peeking out.  Planet alignment is quite something right now.

However, can we please give the Veterans the respect that they deserve before we fall into all things merry and bright?  Thank you.

We move into a Cancer Moon tonight.  Earth Mother, home, nurturing, expressive.  Me?  I’ll be bowling – not very well, but bowling all the same.  Then, there may be a libation and some much needed laughs.

Today’s colour is scarlet.  As in lips and nails…and here comes Joe Cocker again…this time a different song – something about a hat – oh boy…

Channel your inner diva!

Until next time,


Lest We Forget – A Week of Lessons


Hey there,

Well now, it’s been quite a week, hasn’t it?  Lest we forget – a week of lessons, to be sure.  First off, this Friday, November 11th marks Remembrance Day or Armistice Day, for those in the Commonwealth nations, or Veterans Day for our friends in the US.  This day marks the end of the First World War and remembers all who gave their lives for our freedom.  Because we didn’t seem to learn our lesson from WW1, there was a WW2 and horrifically, several other wars, in various parts of the world, since.

My mention last week:  can we please wait, regarding all things Christmas, to give this day its due respect.

We make this a day of ceremony, specifically to remember and commemorate.  There are no Canadian veterans left from WW1 and the veterans from WW2 are dwindling.  My paternal Grandfather was a WW1 veteran.  One of my uncles served in WW2, both returned to tell about it, both now gone.

Depending on where I am, I will either attend one of the ceremonies, watch the ceremony from Ottawa on TV, listen to the poem read on the radio at 11:00 am, or at the very least, pause, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, for a moment of silence and reflection at 11:00 am as my show of respect and gratitude for those who served.

I remember very well, back when I worked in the corporate world, how 11:00 am would come and go, without a moment’s thought from most.  How very annoyed I used to be.  I would leave my desk and seek out a quiet spot – even if it was the lunch room – to be still and show my respect, for just one minute out of the day, while the phones and office equipment buzzed on in the background – everyone completely oblivious.  Seriously.  Lest we forgot.

11:00 am marks the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month

The poem that I mention?  None other than “In Flanders Fields”, written by Major John McCrae in 1915 during the First World War.  Major McCrae wrote the poem during the Second Battle of Ypres for a fallen friend and artillery officer.  Major McCrae was a military doctor who conducted the burial service for his friend, in the Chaplin’s absence.

The horror that these people experienced is unimaginable to me.  It tugs at my heart strings to see the veterans at the service, stiff upper lip, eyes watering, remembering.  It makes me bawl, just like hearing “Amazing Grace” on the bagpipes does.  My heart crumbles.

The poem:

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”

-Major John McCrae, May 1915

 I wear my poppy all week.  A sprig of rosemary also signifies remembrance – there’s my greenie reference.  Lest we forget.

What else this week?

Well, the US Presidential Election, of course!  Speaking of respect… OMG. For my American readers, know that we in Canada have followed the whole campaign and have watched and listened along side you through Tuesday night and into Wednesday.  What can I say?  We are all in shock too – it is definitely a week of sympathy.  We can’t understand how it happened either…speaking as a woman, I sincerely hope that what we heard during the campaign, by the President Elect,  was simply campaign bravado and that moving forward everything will settle down somewhat.  Fingers crossed.  I don’t think it’s going away, but I do hope, American friends, that there is a little more respect shown to you.  Let’s just say, there is a whole lot of testosterone coming your way.  BE AFRAID.  Not sure what your American locker rooms sound like, but up here?  Ummm…

The chains on my mood swing just snapped…RUN!

How did this happen when half of your population is made up more of estrogen?  Lest we forget! It’s not going to be boring…interesting times ahead for sure.

Out of an interest in woo woo:

The President Elect is a Gemini – the dual personality sign.  His ascendant sign (or how he “dawns” on people) is Leo (look at me!).  Yup.

Tuesday night (election night), there was an Aquarius Moon and the colour of the day was black.  Aquarius is an air sign (full of?), a masculine sign, eccentric, futuristic, inspiring to break free from the past and rules and to try something different.  Extreme, erratic and abrupt; changing our minds at the last minute. Aquarius is ruled by Uranus, the wild card planet:  expect the unexpected – rebellion.  Tuesday is ruled by Mars, the God of War. OKAAAAAYYYYY.  So it was the Moon! 🙂

Tonight’s Moon – and tomorrow night’s Moon (for Remembrance Day) is in Aries, in her second quarter. Aries is masculine, firey and to the point.  Do not mess with me.  Also ruled by Mars.  A good day to start a project with confidence.  She is gaining in light and you can see her late afternoon, before dark in the southeast sky.

Today’s colour is crimson; tomorrow’s is pink – for the poppies.

Please take time out on November 11th to remember.  Remember those who sacrificed, in order for you to live the life you have today.  Wear your poppy with pride.  In a week of craziness, it kind of brings it all into perspective, doesn’t it?  Lest we forget.

Until next time,