And unfortunately, it is my garage, an ancient metal job constructed from a Sears Roebuck mail-order kit. It must be nearly as old as the house, which was built in 1908. The garage is lined inside with wood, which over time has darkened—much like it does in old boathouses. It has a metal roof (different on each side, so maybe one section was replaced). There is a bump-out at the back, as more than half-a-century ago, the then-owner had it customized to accommodate his outsized roadster.
When people see my garage, they react in one of two ways. Some say, “Holy Dinah, when are you going to tear down that eyesore?” Others say, “Wow, that is so beautiful.” I’m a romantic at heart, so I belong to the latter camp.
Of course, being old, the garage certainly has its share of dings and dents and weak spots, but then don’t we all? I love it.
However, I realize that I’ve been living in a fools’ paradise, because it’s a miracle that up to now Rocky and his brethren hadn’t discovered its many charms, too.
The doors have an ingenious locking system inside—a kind of heavy metal bar that slides up into a fastener, but has been known to come adrift and bop me on the head (that part is not so charming). Because the garage is so old, the doors are very stiff and hard to open and I just use it for storage—16 snow tires, for example (mine and the kids’).
I leave one of the doors partly open when I garden, so I can quickly grab my wheelbarrow or anything else I need. Then last weekend I looked up and saw this:
Rocky was reclining in the roof, grinning down at me, with his head hanging out one hole and tail out of another—holes that he had made by pushing out a couple of boards. And that was just the start of the “fun,” because now, a passel of coons has moved in, and the messy evidence is everywhere.
Of course, I went around the perimeter of the garage to see where the raccoons were getting in, and realized I could take my pick of a dozen or more spots. I did my best to block off what I could.
Did this deter Rocky? Nope. He and his posse simply pushed in one of the door panels. Huh. Smart critter.
To retaliate, I turned on talk radio and the lights in there 24/7, while I contemplate the expensive next step–a humane wildlife removal service and some real repairs (and please don’t talk to me about a tear-down).
Image: Stefan Weber
Meanwhile, back at the TBG, Rocky’s cousins have been spotted climbing up the ladder on the side of our building. Perhaps they’re going up there to get a great view of the next concert in The Edwards Summer Music Series: Gardens of Song—part of Terrific Thursdays at the TBG.
Suba Sankaran, Trichy Sankaran and his disciple, Desi
Last week, world-renowned musician Trichy Sankaran, his daughter Suba (of the band, Rickshaw Taxi) and Trichy’s disciple, Desi, wowed the crowd with simply mesmerizing ragas from southern India. It was a virtuouso performance and the audience gave them a well-deserved standing ovation (this doesn’t happen at every concert—it’s a tough crowd).
Before the concert, TBG Board co-chair Allan Kling collected toonies—the price of admission this year, unless you’re a TBG member or a child of 12 or under, in which case you get in for free. Of course, parking is free as well. This week’s concert features songstress and rising star Emma-Lee—to see the complete lineup, go here. Our sincere thanks to the Edwards Charitable Foundation for generously sponsoring these concerts in our gardens—they’re magic!
And the beautiful berries you see at the top of my blog were photographed last week at our Organic Farmers’ Market, which is also open every Thursday from 3 to 7 p.m. I’m thrilled to be able to buy fresh-picked, locally grown organic produce so easily. (Yes, I know I can use all the preservatives I can get, but I do try to eat organic food as often as possible.)
Other features of Terrific Thursdays include special kids’ play activities from 5 to 7 p.m. in the James Boyd Children’s Centre, a bookmobile with choice used garden books to purchase, and the chance to treat yourself to a modestly priced light supper (until 7 p.m.) in our Garden Café in the historic barn building. And you can browse in our terrific shop, which is well stocked with all sorts of lovely temptations, and leaf through the very latest gardening periodicals in the Weston Family Library, too. Fun? Wow!
Things That Make Me Happy
Birthday ambush: Right in the midst of our CPR training day, the staff surprised Paul on his birthday with not one cake, but two. I’m glad to report that the cake went down nicely and no emergency Heimlich manoeuvres were required.
Check out these stunning black petunias, which I received at the Loblaw media bash in May. Wow, talk about velvety and floriferous and really BLACK—they’re planted together with licorice vine (which despite its name is silver, not black) and white geraniums in a President’s Choice silvery planter, and while sometimes I deconstruct and rearrange pre-planted container combos, this one looks so classy that I’ve been enjoying it as is.
And I love the sturdy, neon-pink clumps of old-fashioned rose campion (Lychnis coronaria) that seed themselves around my garden. Their intense colour and silvery leaves look just right in the hot, dry weather that we’ve been experiencing. Speaking of dry, please keep an eye on your trees (and any newly planted orphan saplings in your neighbourhood) and don’t forget to give them a long, slow drink of water. I’ve noticed even the big trees are looking droopy, dusty and parched, so please do what you can to help them.
And finally, mark your calendars for Garden Walk Buffalo, which takes place on the last weekend of July. Check out their website and see why I like it so much. You can visit more than 350 private gardens in a rich diversity of architecturally interesting neighbourhoods, all for free.
Until next time, stay cool and out of trouble, my little raccoons…