Waking up happy.

It’s been a weird couple of days, starting Saturday night and ending yesterday afternoon in a mild depressive fit which lifted after going to the gym and having an absolutely stellar workout. Funny how the whole exercise endorphin thing works isn’t it? On top of that, after 15 days of no smoking my workout capacity has pretty much doubled in intensity without any additional push from me. When I got on the elliptical trainer yesterday at my normal level, I thought for the first couple of minutes that the resistance on the machine must be broken, but after fooling around with the settings I realized that really, I am physically a lot more capable all of a sudden. Crazy, because it wasn’t like I was smoking all that much – but I suppose that every little bit is that much more harmful as you get older.

So I’m glad to be done with that, even if my moods are slightly more chaotic than normal. As things go it hasn’t been as bad as it is for some, and after a little exercise, good dinner, bath and scrabble last night I woke up this morning feeling centered once again.

Not so much going on at the moment other than that. Settling into the new house, continuing to plan the garden expansion (raspberries, lemongrass and beets added over the weekend), reading a lot of books, looking forward to some summer holidays. It’s all feeling pretty good at the moment, though a little work to keep the blues away for the next few weeks I’m sure.

Garden love

Pink flowering dogwood.

One of the things I love most about our new backyard is the pink flowering dogwood tree, which has finished with its flower for the summer (this photo from three weeks ago) – but is now covered in glorious thick leaves which I can only imagine will create a lovely patch of shade in a few years when the tree has grown up a little more. A simple, healthy tree it is – I am charmed by it almost daily. But in general I’m finding myself entranced by our new little backyard – moreso than I have with past gardens. Although I’ve loved all the gardens I have grown and tended, I have to say I’ve never experienced the feeling of permanence I have right now – which I suspect has me a lot more invested in the process of rooting (pun intended). I find myself planning for asparagus, something that takes three years to get a crop from (and then gives for twenty more years), thinking about what type of climbers I would like to plant over the shed (once we’ve redone the roof on it next year), and plotting a long-term project in the front that will involve a pond and woodland plants.

It’s all very exciting, and assisted by the fact I haven’t had to travel at all lately, which has brought me back into the type of home life I enjoy and have missed for the past couple of years. My domestic side and all, something I’ve never been ashamed of even in my days of anarchy (which involved lots of large gardens, open-door potlucks, and home-brewed wine…. all things I want back in my life).

So I’ve got a crazy mix of stuff in the ground at the moment, some of it just seeded, some from starts – a mix of flowers and vegetables with a few perennials dotted about (most of which preceded us and I’ve decided to keep). Tomatos, eggplants, and peppers are something I’ve gone into this year – hoping that the warm weather will hold and I’ll actually get fruits without any greenhousing (my tomatos are already starting to fruit). My lettuces and radishes are ready to eat (planted the first weekend we lived in the house), I’ve got kale and cabbage growing strong and healthy, peas which I’m trying to train up the string trellis, bok choi, summer squash, cucumber, celery, spaghetti squash, and even some corn which I just put in this week (I figure there might not be enough for proper pollination but at the very least it’s an attractive plant for the side of the shed). Basil of course, oregano, dill, sage, thyme, lavender, a rosemary bush transplanted from the front, chives and parsely. And that’s not to mention the random cut-flower blends I’ve seeded in little patches all over the place, including sweet peas, cosmos and blackeyed susans. A little bit of everything tucked all over, I can hardly wait until the intensive weeding period is over and the stuff is established enough to really take over.

It’s a funny thing in a garden, how it seems to take so long to establish, and then overnight it’s almost overcrowded with growth. (I have a terrible problem with spacing, my gardens always look a little overstuffed). I figure I should actually document this garden, at least a few photos per week – so that I can remember next year when I double the amount of bed space with a querr little (patchy) yard I started out with.

I do find myself a lot more attentive to this garden than any before it though, watering twice a day in this heat, weeding every time I bend down to look at something, actually working on soil improvement (feeding all the plants eggshells when I have them), and hoping that my garden will love me back in return. It feels good to have this connection with home again, it’s been far too long since I’ve had one.

Murder in the woods.

It’s been some glorious early summer out there these past three weeks, and the call of the trails is upon me, getting out of the gym and into the woods a welcome relief after 8 months of elliptical trainer and kickboxing classes at the YWCA. I love my gym and all, but day in and out seems a bit too much like going to work whereas the forest always feels like play. Brian and I took our first hike of the season last weekend, and yesterday I went out on my own for an 8 km canyon trek on the North Shore. I had never done this trail before and was glad to check it out – being so accessible to Vancouver and all. Sometimes I get into a bit of a rut with Lynn Headwaters, my favourite 10-km being there, but this year I’m trying to branch out to other mountains, trails and watersheds in the vicinity.

As much as I love hiking with Brian and other people, I also enjoy taking the occasional hike out by myself. Nothing backcountry or foolish mind you, I know how easily an injury can happen and would hate to be way out there alone should one occur. But the North Shore parks are populous enough that if something were to happen, someone else would be along the trail within the next ten minutes. Added to that I always tell someone where I am going and when I will be back, just to make sure all my bases are covered. In short, I take my precautions and otherwise don’t worry.

Or at least, haven’t worried until lately. I had to confess to Brian last night that I had a slight pause in me as I pulled into the Lower Seymour Conservation Area parking lot, a marginal case of the nerves that came out of nowhere and reminded me that since April, two women have been murdered in different lower mainland parks. First being the case of Wendy Ladner-Beaudry struck down while jogging in Pacific Spirit Park early April, second being the recent death of Tammi-Lynn Louise Cordone who was living in a tent in Lighthouse Park. The police have not publicized the cause of death or potential motive in either case, though they have issued the declaration that the two murders are not linked – which I suppose is meant to allay any fears the public might have about using their local parks.

Both murders are believed to be random attacks though a chilling fact whether or not they are linked. Our recreation areas are places of refuge from the daily bustle of the city, from the sterile world of concrete and glass our city has become. A little green space, a little cardio activity and a couple hours later I head home feeling physically and emotionally refreshed – lucky to live in a place that offers such lush opportunities within minutes of my home. And I’m certainly not the only lone woman out there who feels that way. Check out the North Shore hiking trails any weekend and it’s pretty clear that women are at least 50% of the trail population if not a lot more. In groups, and alone – hiking or running – women’s appreciation of outdoor sport has clearly been on the increase in the last decade or so likely due to the explosion in holistic approaches to fitness over the same period. I suspect that this is more true in the Vancouver-area than almost anywhere else given 1) proximity to outdoor recreation space and, 2) the relative safety of Vancouver compared to other major urban areas. (I note that on one of the weight-loss boards I frequent, it seems many women from the US are afraid to walk on their own, whether in cities or parks).

Point being, there are a lot of women out there in the woods these days which is significant in terms of overall community health – and the idea that some person or persons may find these places of refuge a ripe hunting ground is maddening – particularly as there seems to be no discussion on what overall safety concerns or practices might arise as a result. It’s just another case of – oh, more women murdered, no connection etc. etc. that we always seem to hear. As if women treated as prey in our communities isn’t connection enough to explore the possibility of more paid park staff, and increased trail maintenance as starting points for safety.

In any case, today being my flex day I decided on another short hike (for fitness more than anything else), and at Brian’s suggestion took his dog Charlotte along for peace of mind. Not that I’m overly worried about this being an epidemic or anything, but the fact I think of it at all has disrupted my enjoyment of the forests around Vancouver – and I’m hoping to shake that sooner than later. In the meantime I’ve got a big dog-companion to come with me – and as friendly as she is, no one would mess with her big black self I’m sure.