The Perks of Going Out

Went for a walk yesterday. 

Actually, I went to my closest Tim Horton’s to use the wi fi cause I wanted to answer emails and other stuff from my laptop computer. 

You know stuff that is a royal pain in the arse to do from the phone. 

I almost got heat exhaustion just from the short walk but the place is air-conditioned and I had plenty of water with me so that ended well. 

Saw some pretty flowers onu way back. 

I love flowers so I am going to share them with you because pretty.

They’re two small trees, side by side, on my street and they are both full of pretty flowers. 

So there!

I hope they make you smile like they did to me

Edit: oops I guess I better add a title too


Dandelion, dandelion

[One of] today’s million musings:

I love dandelions. I know they are considered weeds but I think they are beautiful. They have a beautiful yellow colour when in flower (I mean, who can stay grumpy when such a happy colour is around) and then they transform in this gorgeous creation of nature (as if the flower alone weren’t an impressive work or art already).

I love the science of symmetry behind if and love the fun it provides. Fibonacci FTW.

Just try it. Get one of those and blow with all your might. I dare you not to giggle while doing it. Make a wish while you are at it. Who knows, maybe it’ll come true.

And! if all that weren’t enough, dandelions are the first food for our precious bees.

One of the reasons bee populations are dwindling – other than the evil pesticides, of course – is people’s infuriating [to me] love of manicured lawns. When everybody decided dandelions were weeds and therefore verboten from pretty lawns, bees were left without an early spring food source.

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Crazy COLOURlover

Remember when I told you about my new thing? Well, I am having a grand old time with designing stuff. I found this awesome site called COLOURlovers (and yes, It has the right spelling! w00t w00t) and apparently I now eat and breathe colours.

I am having so much fun. I am still a n00b, of course, but I am getting the gist of it. I still don’t have the skill to create my own pattern templates but I am starting to get good at creating nice patterns with other people’s templates.

Wanna see?

This is my most recent one and the one I like the most so far! I am very happy with it :)

 Made of  sapphire & Mithril and shining with the light of Telperion

Varda’s jewel


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The Summer Solstice is almost here

And I’m very excited about it!

Why, you may ask? 

Well, let me tell you.  I learned a loooooooong time ago – while reading a Geography textbook belonging to my mother’s only sister who was in middle school (I must’ve been 5 or 6 at the time and yes, I used to read textbooks for fun.  I’ve always been a geek and a nerd, ok?), that the day of my birth was a special day.  The longest day of the year.  The Summer Solstice, they called it.  Sweet, I thought. But then I was left scratching my head.  What the hell do they mean with the longest day of the year? Days last exactly the same, don’t they? Every single one of them?

You see, where I was born, the sun rises at 6 am every day and sets at 6 pm every day, all year round.  Give or take 10 minutes.  I was dumbfounded.  So I kept reading.  And I saw a cool picture that looked pretty much like this one

RASC Calgary Centre – A Complete Guide to
Right Ascension and Declination

And boy, oh boy did I ever get excited! In some countries there were things called seasons! Through the year, days would grow long (or short), peak (ON MY BIRTHDAY) and then grow short (or long) again.   Now, THAT’S cool.

And not only that, but it was different in different parts of the world.  In fact, it was the complete opposite! it would be Summer in the northern hemisphere (brand new word for me) while Winter in the southern one.  And vice versa, exactly six months later.  Same for Spring and Fall. 

The Summer Solstice.  Then the light bulb in my head went on.  I was the Summer Solstice Girl! 

[mind you, I could have very well been the Winter Solstice Girl, but the book was biased toward the Northern hemisphere and I was only 5 or 6 so give me a break]

But there was more.  I also learned that there were places on earth where where daylight is continuous during the spring and summer days.  And that there was something called the midnight sun.   Now, that’s something I have to see, I say to myself.  One day, I’ll go to one of those places and enjoy the Midnight Sun on my birthday.  Then I’ll truly know what the Longest Day of the Year really mean.

Fast forward 30 something years.  It is now that I live in Canada, that I can finally appreciate the Longest Day of the Year.   So, on my birthday, I like to watch the sunset, look at my watch and be amazed at the fact that it is happening at almost 10 pm.   Good times! 

This year is even more special because it marks the 10th anniversary of the very first time I got to enjoy a real Summer Solstice.  

As a side note, that book also had pretty pictures of seasonal landscapes.  That’s when I stumbled upon that proverbial picture of a Canadian Winter Wonderland.  A very serene scene of a cottage, by a lake all covered in snow.  It was love at first sight.  There and then, at that very moment, I decided one day I WOULD live in that country. 

Yeah, I can see myself living there

It took me a while but I made it :)

Still haven’t seen the Midnight Sun, though. Perhaps next year…. Stay tuned for more Summer Solstice Adventures!

And Happy Summer Solstice to you all :)

The Summer Solstice Paradox

Once upon a time a baby girl was about to be born… she was due some time late August, early September. But something went wrong and the birth ended up happening in June. On the Summer Solstice, to be exact.

Of course the Stork was completely unprepared -which is only understandable given that it was not supposed to happen for another two months. She was drunk completely wasted.

She misread the directions or dropped the compass or something and the poor baby girl ended up being delivered in a tropical country. Not bad – some would say, for someone being born on the Summer Solstice. You know, Summer… tropical… kinda the same thing, temperature-wise.

25 degrees Celsius (plus humidex) all year round sounds like a dream come true for most people. Not for the Summer Solstice Girl. With a high sensitivity to sun in the form of both light and heat – translated into a great sensitivity to heat exhaustion and photophobia (perhaps the vestiges of prematurity or due to the fact that she was really intended to be born in a boreal country) this little girl grew up dreaming of snow and winter. Sweaters, jackets, scarves and gloves. Snowmen, hot chocolate (well, that she still had, but the Colombian kind) and sleigh rides. Winter sports. Those were he things she used to day-dream of….

Ah, the paradox of the Summer Solstice Girl.

Instead she had to deal humidex, frizzy hair and sunburn. She was not happy.

That’s not the SSG but that is how her hair used to look.  OK not really.  But you get the idea

It would be a very sad story -cruel really, were it not for the fact that finally the Summer Solstice Girl got to come to Canada!

The Great White North, strong and free.

It’s never too late, they say, to pursue one’s dreams. Well, let’s hope they were right.