Wytchwood Glen

Writing by admin on Friday, 30 of July , 2010 at 2:16 pm

I arrived here in Eastport on a Sunday. I am here to house sit for my Mom. Hens and cats and wild birds that all need feeding and attention. I walked from the driveway to the house, bags in hand..a few of many.. and the waft of flower scents was enough to knock you over. The glen was adorned in colour and foliage of variations on green. Cats welcomed me. After many trips to the car I managed to get my bags of clothes and art supplies to the house.

I figured a double bed sure beats a soft single one so I slept in Mom’s bed. Now one has to know that Mom goes to bed at the ungodly hour of 8 and arises at the even more ungodly hour of 4:30 am. I don’t! Well that is not to be had at Wytchwood…I knew already I had to drag my arse out to the coop at daylight to let chickens out and lift blind one from her box. Seems the cats had alternative ideas. 4:30 on the nose…I SAY….ON THE NOSE!, Frankie starts miaowing incessantly in his very loud and assertive way. He wants out and that’s all there is to it. Out he goes. Back in bed another one starts….two more go out….almost asleep now when I hear clawing and items falling to the floor..There is Ratchit trying to get on the window ledge. Oh my….I can’t even remember if I ignored her or put her out..I think I was sleep walking at that point….I wake in time to see first light, off to the coop. I decided I could leave the back door ajar now and get more sleep. I lay there wondering if a bear might decide he is hungry and walk in. Not a good night at all.

The next night I change the plan and sleep in my own room, in my own bed with earplugs inserted. No way is any cat going to get me up at 4:30 again. I didn’t hear a peep.

Tuesday and I still haven’t done any painting. I looked at the brand new faucet still in a package on the kitchen table. Remembering Mom telling me that the kitchen one needs replacing as there is a leak. Being an “a” personality I decided I could do it. Why not. Can’t be so hard. right. I started by trying to reach the nuts under the hot and cold, waaaaaaayyyy up under the sink inside the cupboard. I had myself twisted in a pretzel. I discovered I needed to take the sink out altogether. This project took me a whole day. It was not easy and I will never be a plumber and I will never take on such an enterprise again. The next morning I could hardly move. My hands were like claws. But the sink was in, new faucet and all. I felt proud.

It rained the first two full days I was here. Finally Wednesday turned out to be a gorgeous sunny breezy day. I headed to Glovertown to the second hand store. Everything in there was a dollar or fifty cents. Can’t beat it. I picked up a friend on the way who is out there visiting. I was really good. I held back from buying much. I think all the good stuff was gone anyway. Mom beat me to it!
That evening I went to the closest beach. My favourite, Northside beach. It is a beautiful long stretch of seagrass and sand and pebbles with a river running into it. It is banked by a sea of evergreens reaching high. The abuse it suffers comes from people having fires and leaving garbage and the idiots on four wheelers tearing up the grasses, running over birds nests and creating deep grooves in the sand.

I videoed some of my walk. My batteries ran out unfortunately.

From Northside Beach

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