Overnight it has gone from winter to gardening season in Vancouver – or at least that’s how it seemed yesterday when the deluge of the previous week opened up to a blue sky and mild temperatures. This propelled me to the garden centre, already guilty about not getting the Fava beans in during February – I sure didn’t want to miss the window for potatoes!
And so the early spring madness – plant fever, muddy fingernails and mutterings about why I didn’t clean-up better in the fall – begins.
This year is probably my least-organized since I’ve been in the Urban Crow house. I didn’t order all my seeds in January, I have no idea what I’m putting in each box yet, and I’m thinking of switching at least one box from square-foot to keyhole with concentric circles coming off the compost feeder….. But what I have been figuring out all along is that no matter how meticulously I plan leading up to the season, I’m still pretty much just winging it once I get out there. That is, letting the garden, weather and my mood – lead me to what makes the most sense each time I’m in the muck. So no matter my planting charts, my timing and everything else – I still end up doing things somewhat haphazardly, and it mostly works well.
This year I’ve added three more potato bags to the mix – bringing them up to six bags of four plants each, and I’m thinking to rustle the basement for the remaining burlap bags I’m sure are down there to finish off the seed potatoes I’ve got. I also picked up three red tomato bags yesterday – the red supposedly helps the fruit to set and ripen, and I’ve decided that I really like bags over stiff planters for weight, flexibility and look. My potatoes did really well in their bags last year – and the material really held up super-well (it’s essentially tarp material – you could easily make these on your own for less expense than GardenWorks sells them, but I’m not looking for one more project at the moment).
I also turned the compost yesterday, and scooped about half the mess out for the potatoes. If I manage to get out today, I think the rest of it will be going to top-dress the garlic bed which is coming along nicely. (If you didn’t get your garlic in during autumn, you are right at the edge of the latest spring planting for it – so get going!)
And beside the peas and fava beans which went in their beds yesterday, I’m thinking this afternoon should focus on radishes and greens – plus turning and amending one more bed. Oh! And dahlias! I’ve got three new ones to plant after I uncover the flower bed from its winter mulch.
But of course, this is only if I can get my schoolwork done this morning so I’ve got a couple hours this afternoon – so I should go off and hopefully I’ll have some garden pictures to show tomorrow (instead of just the lovely view from upstairs this morning)…….


East Vancouver really does provide the most interest points on any given walk. It’s making my new commitment to commuting by foot twice a week (all six km!) pretty damned enjoyable. Getting re-acquainted with my favourite quirky ‘hoods!

And in other fun news……. last week I started the ball rolling on a backpacking trip for early July and now I’m up to eight participants on this little adventure (Brian, Mica, our friends Jon and Al (who we play music with), Al’s teenage son and a nephew, plus Brian’s uncle). I’m hoping that we can get a friend of Mica’s to come along as well, but so far I’ve got buy-in and reservations for six tent pads over four nights on the trail to Berg Lake in the Rockies (Mt Robson Provincial Park) and we’re all pretty stoked about it. This trip boasts amazing views, wildlife, and a lake with icebergs!
On the downside, my fitness level is on the middling to low side at the moment because I haven’t been activated around going to the gym or even getting outside much since last summer. I know that if I hit the trail to Berg Lake today, I could make it – but it would be more of a struggle than an enjoyment and who wants to book five days of holidays just to suffer?
Booking four months in advance not only ensured that we could get permits and tent pads for this popular area, but it gives a realistic amount of time for getting into good backpacking form. I’m not the only one of our crew feeling this way either – which means Brian and I will have company for weekend hikes over the spring. I’ve also signed up for a pedometer challenge at the YWCA for the month of March (the standard 10,000 steps a day) which was fortuitously timed to get me consciously thinking about my daily activity.
On Monday I went for a first hike in months – the 5.5 kilometre Lynn Loop at Lynn Headwaters Park. This is one of my favourite jaunts because it is close (15 minutes from my house to the parking lot) and the terrain is somewhat varied. The first km tracks straight uphill, followed by about 2 km of undulating terrain, a half km downhill on stairs, and 2 km of easy flat terrain on the way out. It’s a great starter hike for the season because it’s relatively short, but given my inactivity over the winter that first kilometre up got my heart rate going! On more energetic days, the loop can be lengthened to 10 km by skipping the stairs and hiking on to the debris shoot, or to 14 km by heading on to Norvan Falls.
Since I’m feeling a bit novice at the moment, the 5.5 km did me just fine this week but I’m looking forward to adding the debris chute and Norvan falls in the near future. Having the north shore routes so close by (and well-traveled) gives me some easy-access solo hiking options for Mondays, and I’m hoping for some further afield day-trips once the snow melts a bit in the mountains. Plus gym time (grumble).
Any tips for a backpacker fitness program? Please let me know 🙂
To those of us who are aware of the extremely limited range of physical conditions under which the chemical reactions necessary to life as we know it can take place, it is a foregone conclusion that the lucky accident which permits the continuation of life in any form on this earth, even without restricting life to something like human life, is bound to come to a complete and disastrous end. Yet we may succeed in framing our values so that this temporary accident of living existence, and this much more temporary accident of human existence, may be taken as all-important positive values, notwithstanding their fugitive character.
In a very real sense we are shipwrecked passengers on a doomed planet. Yet even in a shipwreck, human decencies and human values do not necessarily vanish, and we must make the most of them. We shall go down, but let it be in a manner to which we may look forward as worthy of our dignity.
The Human Use of Human Beings – Norbert Wiener

Yesterday someone I know posted a status on Facebook that essentially said: “I’m annoyed by people who post only positive status updates about their lives. I don’t think those people are very honest or real.”
Which is pretty much me. My status updates I mean – it’s very intentional that I post positive comments and things I’m excited about instead of negative or complaint posts (there are plenty of them out there without my help!) I don’t think it makes me false, however, or less than honest because in real life I also keep the complaining to a minimum. I mean really, what’s the point of cynicism and negativity over stuff you can’t change anyway?
And my biggest struggles – the existential hurdles and the inner frustrations? Are those really the world’s business? I don’t make them everyone’s business in face-to-face conversations so why would I broadcast those to hundreds of people who I don’t know that well?
The truth is, it’s a lot of work to make an awesome life and for the most part I’m successful at it. In face-t0-face interactions and online I try to tell people exactly how much they mean to me on a regular basis. In real time I eschew cynicism and negativity because it doesn’t help me to wallow in the things that hurt me and as someone who has battled depression it’s downright essential that I recast negative emotions. When I encounter a challenge I really do talk myself through it in a positive way. And yes – this is how I want the world to perceive me. Why would that be a problem?
I get that social media can make people feel like they don’t measure up in some way to other people (recent studies show just that), and that the projection of perfection can be a downer. One school friend said to me recently that whenever he sees my husband’s status updates (much of which revolve around cooking, naked hot-tubbing and playing music) he feels he’s living his life wrong. That does suck – I know, especially for this friend who is young, insecure and attempting to construct himself in the world.
On the other hand – eyeing things via social media or other interaction that make us feel “jealous” can be motivators for change. I can still remember walking into a home of some very cool adults when I was eighteen and thinking: “Damn. This is the kind of home I want, the kind of community I want around it.” Twenty-two years and much work (and luck) later, I can honestly say that envy propelled me to build (with others) this epicenter of my life that nourishes and fulfills me in a fundamental way.
For other people it might be someone’s travel posts that make them feel “left out” of the fun being had out there – but I have a co-worker who doesn’t make a ton of money and she manages to travel three times a year because she eschews many things and lives a frugal life when she is in Vancouver working. If I felt jealous at her many travels, I too could make choices that enabled me to travel more (like not owning a home with a massive mortgage for starters).
Don’t get me wrong here – I am not robotically immune from feeling pangs of envy or wondering how it seems that our friends have a lot more money to do stuff than we do. But I do make an effort to drop those feelings as soon as they arise and counter them with the recollection of all I am grateful for in my life.
What I recognize when I do that is that a good life is hard work (the effort you put in is the effort you get out). This is also true for those people in my feed who are living interesting/exotic/alluring lives — whatever path they chose equally required work and dedication towards their specific objectives. I’d rather be happy for them than annoyed or jealous or cynical – for my life is in no way diminished by their success and happiness.
My life of course has its annoyances and heartaches and depressions. I wish I was thinner. My job isn’t always awesome. I feel saddled by mortgage debt at times and I worry about money.
And so what? I don’t want to live as an example of worry. I really do want my life to be full of the things that inspire: music, sex, good food, nature, creativity and the like – and so I project those online and in the real too. To some degree we are who we are perceived to be – and we live up to what people think about us. With this in mind, I would rather live up to gratitude and mirth than any other traits that might exist – and so yes, that is the me who exists in public a great deal of the time.
This is not a challenge to anyone else – how they should construct their online identity, what authenticity means when transmitted to thousands of people – but it is a question. Who are you and who do you want to be?