“Canada day” . (It used to always be called “Dominion Day”, since
1867…just a bit of history there). My mother’s first day of summer in Victoria,
B.C. She’d don her train engineer overalls, tie a blue kerchief on her head, grab
a mason jar, a paintbrush and head out.
She'd brush quite a few into the jar, add a nasturtium, and tie the top with a white handkerchief.
We’d watch the little creepy crawlies scuttle back and forth over the flowers.
My mother cut the grass with her old electric mower, and chop wood for the winter. Then we’d pick sweet peas to stuff into her antique pitcher.
Sweet peas tall as trees, up the side of the house, peeking into the dining room windows. Bees buzzing to and fro; dopey with the heady scent.
I’d stuff sweet peas into my mother’s antique pitcher. I still use it
to this day…
In the afternoon, my mother baked.
We’d watch the aphids in their jar. They were very organized.
A rich, pound cake made with butter, eggs, sugar, and raisins with cherries, soaked in hot tea till
they were plump. Like fat little aphids.
In the early evening we’d set the open mason jar out on the grass, giving the aphids their freedom.
They probably went right back to the Nasturtiums….
In the dark, we’d hear fireworks, hidden from our view down at the
waterfront. Bursts of sound, car horns blaring, over crickets chirping in the
dark warmth.
This year, I will stand outside to see fireworks exploding over the North Island. With just the crickets,
singing long and low, in the deep silence of the night….
PHOTOGRAPHS 2025 Happy Canada Day!!