POLLENATRIX

UPDATE YOUR BOOKMARK

2004-06-04T13:31:00.000-05:00

I've moved my blog to a new location, please go here to read the latest posts:

http://offpollen.typepad.com/pollenatrix/

I will slowly be moving my archives over as well.

Thanks!!!

Sandy

New Orchid Found in Scotland?

2004-06-01T16:00:00.000-05:00

Excited botanists today appealed for help in identifying a possible new species of orchid.

The Scotsman news (Edinburgh) reports that the plant was discovered in the grounds of a Scunthorpe college where last year staff discovered another rare orchid.

The flowers have left botanists scratching their heads and they are appealing for plant experts to come forward and confirm if the flowers are indeed the first of a new species.

Groundhog Tales

2004-05-27T14:57:00.000-05:00

On my way from Collingwood to Tobermory for the Bruce Peninsula Orchid Festival, I find myself turning my car onto back roads in the agricultural hill country, drawn by the unexplored terrain and delightful scenery. Small creatures scatter quickly into the tall grass as I pass, groundhogs mostly. The sight of them brings to mind Laird's gruesome story of his childhood dog, a boxer, who caught a groundhog and literally shook it out of its pelt. Laird claims that the skinned groundhog kept running until the dog pounced on it again and finally killed it. Lynda, quite unprompted, related the same story to me some time later, so it must be true.

Groundhogs in mind, I grin in goofy delight when it dawns on me that I will be passing through the infamous town of Wiarton, gateway to the Bruce Peninsula. More importantly, it is the "Home of Wiarton Willy", an albino groundhog whose shadow supposedly predicts the coming of spring each year. Or was. My favourite story of all time is of the scandalous demise of the original Wiarton Willy, in 1999.

One late winter day, on a Saturday afternoon, the 22 year old groundhog was found dead in his burrow. He was due to make his annual appearance on Tuesday. Now, you must understand that people all over Ontario await news of Wiarton Willy's shadow, or at least the media must think so, because the outcome is reported on the radio, on the 6 o'clock news, and in all the newspapers. Large crowds of people converge on Wiarton on this day each year, their children in tow, to be present when the four-footed oracle of the spring equinox pops out of his burrow and makes his pronouncement known.

The organizers, with only two days left before the event and no time to find a replacement, decided to keep it a secret.

The day arrived. Faced with the inevitable, the organizers unveiled a very dead and very stiff white rodent laid out in a tiny coffin, dressed up in a tiny tuxedo, with two shiny pennies over its eyes and a carrot between its paws. Solemn words of memorial were issued over the well-dressed carcass - glasses raised, hats doffed, and heads bowed.

Not everyone got the humour of the situation. Mothers were shocked and children were traumatized. Some dismissed it as a tasteless publicity stunt. Then scandal broke:

Last week the Associated Press published what may be the most bizarre caption correction to have ever moved on the wires. AP corrected the spelling of the late Wiarton Willie the Groundhog's name, but more significantly, they also had to explain that their photographer had been lied to when he took a photo that purported to show the recently departed creature in his coffin. Apparently the real late Willie had been dead so long, and was so badly decomposed when his handlers tried to roust him for Groundhog Day, that they used an older stuffed groundhog as a stand-in for their photo of Willie's wake.

(Courtesy "Behind the Viewfinder - A Year in the Life of Photojournalism www.digitalstoryteller.com/YITL")

"We didn't try to hide the fact that he was stuffed," said Tom Ashman of Wiarton Willie's publicity team. "If the media had been doing their job they would have seen the stitches on the belly."

But, why fake it?

"People needed closure," Ashman explained.

As for me, I howled.

It still makes me laugh.

The Toxic Snow Blower

2004-05-26T14:34:00.000-05:00

I'm in Collingwood, recuperating from a grueling move out of Toronto at the warm and welcoming home of Lynda. I spent much of the morning laying in a lawn chair, wrapped in a sleeping bag against the slight chill of the air, soaking in the scent of lilacs and apple blossoms and the avian sounds of spring. I pointedly ignored Jake, who kept flipping a Frisbee on my lap and nudging my arm, until he finally gave up and curled peacefully under my chair. It takes 13 years for a border collie to resign himself so quickly.

The property is surrounded by trees, well back from the road and quite protected from noise. The faint roar of industrial machinery did not register over the sound of squabbling birds and neighbour's riding mower until the noise became quite loud and ominously near. I finally lifted my head to get a better angle on the peek-a-boo view of the orchard, playfully imagining that perhaps a bulldozer was on a collision course with my comfortable position. In a way, it was.

What I saw shocked me. A giant machine, not unlike a snow blower, prowled the aisles of the apple orchard across the lane, pouring some kind of toxic white fog out of a giant curved chute over the tops of the trees. I'm sure Mr. Apple Farmer would insist that this chemical soup spread over dozens and dozens of acres just across the driveway was quite harmless, but, my thoughts went instantly to the local herbalist, who lives safely above the spray on top of the escarpment. She once told me that the cancer rate is extremely high in Beaver Valley residents because of the chemicals used on the orchards. In fact, Laird's mother, who lived many years in this house, was taken from us far too soon by cancer, just a year and a half ago. As the fog drifted through the trees and settled on the ground, it struck me that this was the air she breathed, and the water she drank from a well dug in this earth.

Angry thoughts flashed through my mind. "How is it that someone can do something like this without warning anyone?", I raged inwardly. "How is that I am legally protected from having to breathe someone's cigarette smoke in a restaurant, but not from the spew of tons of chemicals into the air right next to my door?".

I grabbed my dog and escaped into the relative safety of the house, and spent the rest of that lovely afternoon indoors. I couldn't help but ponder the irony of a city slicker like me escaping to the idyllic peace and clean living of the country, only to have chemicals unceremoniously dumped on my head. In the midst of that fog, the real price we pay for cheap and unblemished produce became painfully clear.

Organic food has always seemed like a good idea to me, but a very expensive one, and the cheaper option usually ends up in my cart. Well, my close encounter with the toxic snow blower has certainly changed my thinking, bulldozing an abstract concept into painful reality with a thump.

Buy organic. The alternative is far too costly.

Spring Rites and a Dead Queen

2004-05-25T07:40:00.000-05:00

I took the dog for a walk last night, just before twilight on Monday evening of the Victoria Day weekend. Those of you who live in most provinces of Canada (except Quebecers, who scratch their head bewildered, and wait for Saint Jean le Baptiste Day) will understand the implications. Those of you who own a dog will instantly flinch, and sympathize. The May "2-4" weekend is an annual rite, some say to celebrate the birthday of a long dead and very fat British queen. I think it's a thinly disguised rite to welcome spring, an instinctive reaction to the return of the growing season buried deep in our pagan little souls, urban though they may be. Traditional activities include the consumption of copious amounts of beer (a case of 24 -- or a "2-4", is appropriate), and fireworks. In particular, families with small children inflict terror on small animals by gathering in the thousands at every park, school yard, and green space in the province to launch arsenals of fireworks purchased at corner stores, waving sparklers in the air like little fairy lights. Ambulance sirens scream and rush by to respond to the teenage aftermath of dumb antics with minor explosives.

If you find yourself out walking with your dog at this magic hour, as I did, hold on tight to the leash. Jake practically dragged me home, panting and straining and quivering, a wild look in his eyes. I passed a woman struggling to hold on to a bucking German Shepherd, and called out in sympathy. She said, "this is nothing, one guy had to CARRY his dog home". I replied that I hoped it wasn't as big as hers, and she shook her head and said, "No -- bigger". I can only imagine.

In spite of the noise and panic-stricken animals, I understand the urge to celebrate. Walking the neighbourhood streets while it was still light enough to see, I was awestruck by the lushness of it all. Just weeks ago the trees were bare, and signs of life in gardens were hard to find. Now, the expression "spring is busting out all over" doesn't begin to describe the richness and absolute decadence of heavily treed streets and the thick canopy of leaves. I silently give thanks for the widespread conversion of front lawns to perennial gardens, which are at the height of their glory right now and close at hand to enjoy from the sidewalks. Lilac, poppies, iris, creeping flox, colour!! Colour and flowers and the thrill of green everywhere, so heavy and full you're wrapped in it. I suppose this a good enough reason to bust out the fireworks and party.

As for the dogs, well, I suppose every good pagan ritual requires a (figurative) sacrificial creature. It's nothing that can't be remedied with a cookie and the morning light.

Happy spring!!

A new adventure...

2004-05-23T08:01:00.000-05:00

I'm all packed, and ready to go. Boy, am I ready to go!! I've got an air mattress, a tv, my computer, and my camping gear, and the movers come tomorrow to take what remains of our belongings to my parents' basement for storage. The apartment is bare. My grow room has been completely dismantled, the only plants left are a couple of big ones (the umbrella plant and a couple of begonias) that someone asked me for but has forgotten to pick up. My orchids are safely tucked away in Jocelyn's greenhouse for safekeeping (thanks Jo!), except for the Miltonia clowesii x Golden Showers, which is in bloom and I couldn't bear to part with just yet. I am now regretting that decision, realizing that it's going to be gracing the dashboard of my car for the next six weeks.

I lost my job at the end of March, in the usual way that big corporations treat people if they think they can get away with it. I am one of several staff who had been on contract for many years, and they realized that the law was breathing down their necks and it was time to give us full-time status with benefits before they got nailed by Employment Standards. However, some of us made more money than they wanted to continue to spend, or had health problems. Their solution in my case was to dream up not particularly coherent reasons to claim that the position didn't exist anymore, but that they were creating a "new one" that I could apply for "if you want to. But you probably won't want to."

After the initial shock wore off, disgust set in, and a grim recognition that yes, this is how big companies and their little people behave - I've seen it many, many times before. I was a little taken aback by the amateurish tack (for heaven's sake, just cough up a settlement and let's be done with it), but I realized they were trying to get by on the cheap, and have probably gotten away with it before, and what's more, they needed me to set up the new position before they dumped me. Um, no. My lawyer quickly set things right with a minimum amount of fuss, and I was soon happily on my way with a fairly reasonable severance cheque.

And a decision to join Laird in Germany. We're both enthusiastic to put an end to the repeated long separations, since his job takes him there much of the year. I'm raring to leave Toronto. I love travelling. I'm a big believer in being grateful for wonderful opportunities that come my way by grabbing them with both hands. So, I'm off. I have a high school reunion to go to in July, so I'm hanging out until then, and flying to Munich after it's over. Until then, let the couch tour begin. I'll be camping, visiting friends and relatives. Next weekend I'll be up in Tobermory, at the Orchid Festival. And I'll blog my way through it all, every chance I get.

Talk to you all very soon.

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Orchids in Munich, Germany

2004-05-22T18:35:00.000-05:00

I *finally* loaded my orchid pictures up from my trip to Munich in April. The botanical gardens at Schloss Nymphenburg have the largest collection of orchids in Germany, or so I understand. I couldn't resist the place -- I went back three times, once making the mistake of visiting on a holiday weekend. The place was crawling with people, most notably a large contingent of nuns in full habit.

On one of my weekday visits, an elderly gentleman said something to me in German. I looked quizzically at him, and he turned to his daughter to translate. "You have a radiant smile, my father says". Ooops, my enthusiasm was showing. I mumbled something about it being impossible not to smile in a place like this, and she agreed. But in fact I could not keep my excitement contained. Debbie commented that at one point a crowd gathered around me as I described the interesting reproductive habits of certain orchids to my friends. I was oblivious, wrapped up in my own little world.

Enjoy.

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COLOMBIA: Efforts to Save National Flower

2004-05-16T08:32:00.000-05:00

"It is Colombia's national flower and is threatened with extinction as a result of environmental degradation and urbanisation. But using both traditional and modern techniques, experts are fighting to keep this emblematic flower from disappearing. "

Book opened orchid-growing to the world

2004-05-16T08:23:00.000-05:00

Before there was an Orchid Thief, there was Rebecca T. Northen.

Northen, whose 1950 book "Home Orchid Growing" is still the bible for growers -- amateur and professional alike -- did for orchids what Julia Child did for French cooking, said one orchid lover. Her greenhouse still contained hundreds of orchids when she died April 30 at age 93 in Des Moines.

"She demystified this thing that was previously the purview of the rich doctors and the wealthy"

I have this book. The first book I ever bought on orchids, long before I ever got into the hobby in any serious way. It contains a lot of good advice but has few pictures, so for a rank beginner it was hard to visualize what she was trying to describe. But, it was the first book of its kind, and my introduction to orchids.

RIP, Rebecca.

Urban Gardening Essentials: Bustan

2004-04-25T20:57:00.000-05:00

Hey, my resident apartment jungle has been honoured with a plug on the Bustan Website -- a hydroponics and indoor gardening supplies store here in Toronto.

Well, the admiration is mutual. Speaking as someone who has scoured the whole of the city and beyond to find supplies for my grow room, I can honestly say that I was thrilled the day I found this store. It not only had the grow lamp nobody else carried, it was conveniently located on Harbord near Spadina. I highly recommend the place. Everytime I go there I learn something new and interesting about indoor gardening -- Nurit and Harley are friendly, extremely well-informed, and very generous with their time and knowledge.

To keep you occupied for a while longer...

2004-04-25T20:40:00.000-05:00

Ya ya, I'm home, that deafening silence is me packing up the apartment... time to move! More on that and my trip to Germany soon...

In the meantime, here's a nice little site. Beware: Orchids are addictive. You too could soon find your home looking a lot like this.... Ginny's Awsome (surely she means "Awesome"??) Orchids

Hullo from Germany

2004-04-16T13:23:00.000-05:00

Missed me?

I'm at the tail end of a trip to Munich, and will be home soon to report on my repeated visits to the botanical gardens at the beautiful Nymphenburg Palace. One entire greenhouse there is dedicated to orchids, and I have the pictures to prove it! Stay tuned....

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Orchid Clearance Sale

2004-04-01T20:38:00.000-06:00

My good friend John Marcotte is having an orchid open house and clearance sale on the Easter weekend. If you're in the southwestern Ontario area that weekend (off of Hwy 6 between Hamilton and Guelph), don't miss this opportunity to acquire some unusual and beautifully grown plants at very low prices:

Friday, April 9th through Monday, April 12th.

Hours:
Good Friday, Saturday and Easter Monday; open from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m.
Easter Sunday, open from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.

For directions or more information, contact John at ssamarcotte@aol.com

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Online Orchid Drama Eclipses Reality TV...

2004-03-30T21:39:00.000-06:00

George Norris, a crusty old orchid grower from Texas, has yet again found himself squarely in the sights of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service as well as the Department of Homeland Security.

George, along with his business associate Peruvian grower Manuel Arias-Silver, is charged with conspiracy to smuggle endangered phragmipediums (orchids) into the U.S.. Since Manuel is one of only three growers to have been given permission by the Peruvian government to artificially propagate the newly discovered phragmipedium Kovachii, it appears that the U.S. government has singled out the pair for special attention over suspicions that this is the species they were smuggling. There appears to be little evidence of this, though it is likely the pair were taking some shortcuts on paperwork because of the challenges of importing other, legally propagated species, into the U.S.

In the orchid world, the CITES treaty is almost universally denounced; the charge is that it does nothing to stop habitat destruction, and actually encourages illegal smuggling of wild-collected plants because the regulations make it so difficult to trade in artifically-propagated specimens.

George originally found himself in his government's crosshairs last year, after sending out a newsletter to his customers mentioning the Peruvian government's decision to allow three respected Peruvian growers to propogate the orchids, raising the possibility that they would be available legally for sale in the United States within the next few years. Considering that his information came directly from Manuel, with whom he had done business many times, the newsletter reference was not unreasonable. However, Eric Christenson, the taxonomist who was still severely disgruntled over losing the race to name the species, was one of the recipients of the newsletter. He forwarded the message on to the F&WS suggesting they investigate the "rumours". A couple of months later, the F&WS raided George Norris' greenhouse. Then, Manuel was arrested by authorities on his way to a major international orchid show in Miami on March 5th. The F&WS, strongly criticised by the orchid community for their heavy-handed tactics, released the contents of private email they secretly intercepted between the two men to the media, in an apparent attempt to garner favourable public opinion.

Support continues to be strong for George and Manuel, but the situation looks grim for the two men. An outspoken and "patriotic American", George's growing sense of betrayal and disillusionment with his beloved right-wing government has been painful to behold. The obvious stress is taking it's toll, resulting in a particularly spectacular flame-war on the Orchid Guide Digest list between Eric Christenson ("I will begin immediate legal action against [the Orchid Digest List] for allowing this filth on your website") and George Norris (accusing Eric of hot air and eating too many Krispy Kremes). It's an online version of the worst kind of reality TV, kind of like watching a train wreck in slow-motion.

Then, just when the name-calling and threats were threatening to take over the entire tone of discussion, along comes Oliver Sparrow to the rescue, like the orchid super-hero he is....

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An Orchid Super-Hero Responds....

2004-03-30T19:46:00.001-06:00

In the midst of the Orchid Guide Forum dust-up, the extraordinary Oliver Sparrow responds with dizzying logic and sanity to frenzied finger-pointing over the stripping of Phrag. Kovachii from the wild:

Shame on the Peruvian government! Shame on the collectors! When are they going to pay?? What they did is far worse then what Selby did. Why is there no call for their collective heads (including the Peruvian officials who are complicit in their lack of action)?

I carry no torch for the Peruvian government, but I happen to have a team in Peru writing a guide book to its wild places, so we do have some insight. To quote our introduction:

"...A more detailed assessment shows how extraordinarily diverse Peru actually is. International convention divides the world into various types of ecosystem. There are, altogether, just over a hundred of these that are recognised by science. With only minor straining, no less than 84 of these can be found in Peru!

Recent studies of the World's biodiversity hot-spots place at least five of these in Peru. In particular, the Tambopata and Manu regions possess two of the most diverse flora and fauna forests in the world.The Pongo de Mainique Canyon on the Urubamba River is alleged to be the most biodiverse area on Earth's surface. It is, however, a relatively accessible area and so has been studied with more intensity than the backwoods. There may well be more diverse regions elsewhere. [...]

Peru has the fourth largest expanse of primary forest in the world. As with most primary tropical forests, this is extremely species-rich, with up to two hundred different kinds of large tree cramming themselves into a hectare of forest. [...] Peru and Ecuador are the heartland of a range of mist-forest and other orchid genera. The ceja de selva [montane forest] is particularly rich in these plants in areas where rock breaks forest into a myriad of patches. However, the are epiphytic orchids growing to 3800m, probably a world record. At least two species of cactus grow under snow cover at 4500m. There is an extraordinary diversity of medicinal plants, all readily available from market stalls. At least five narcotic plants grow in Peru - the coca shrub, the three plants used in the ayahuasca brew, the hallucinogen cactus known as el cactus de San Pedro - and probably many more. "

My point - that there is a lot to protect. Peru has around 30 reserves, parks and the like, many essentially abandoned for want of funds. I visited the San Martin centre last year, and found the staff both unpaid and without fuel to patrol their area. Set against this, the drugs industry was still very active in the area.

But should Peru not fund its wildlife protection better? Average per capita income buys what about $4500 buys in the US, per annum. That puts it on a par with nations such as the following: Albania Algeria Cuba Egypt Guatemala Honduras Iran Jordan Morocco Romania.

The country is recovering from the disasters of the 1983-94 period, when the war against the Sendero and economic mismanagement brought the country to deep crisis. There was a further crisis of climate and institutions at the turn of the century and there are still many millions of needy people, displaced into shack-cities on the coastal desert, malfunctioning industry and problems of collecting due taxes.

Excuse the length of this. The point that I want to get across is that priorities in such nations are extremely focused, and a minor botanical detail cannot expect much attention. Equally, the lesson to take from this is that what is tractable to conservation in low income countries is, at best, habitats and not species. Something which lunatic foreigners will pay a year's income to acquire, and which will fit into a small suitcase, is virtually impossible to protect, notably in a nation which has a vast industry entrained in shipping illegal cocaine paste (and now opium balls) North. Better by far manage this by making the object of desire - plant, parrot or shell - available to collector gluttony through breeding programs, legal export and so forth. Better to focus state efforts on keeping habitats from being logged, farmed or simply trashed through general erosion.
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Oliver Sparrow

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Here Lies Jacob Orchidgrower...

2004-03-21T19:57:00.000-06:00

I love Aaron J. Hick's response to a question posed on the Native Orchid Conference list about re-introducing orchids using seed that does not come from the local area:

"...what is the concern with integrating with local populations? I guess my question is, what does "local" mean? Same county, same state, same acre?"

Aaron replies:

I would define "local" as populations that are reasonably capable of exchanging genetic material in the absence of human interference. ...as you increase the distance, the probability of exchange drops dramatically. So, this is not to say that a seed from a given cypripedium might not end up germinating 100 miles away, but the chances are slim.

Reasonably, as these plants are not capable of producing any tangible products, the only objections that I can think of would be that this sort of thing runs the risk of bewildering molecular phylogenists in the future. ("Bert, we just found identical genes in isolates of Cypripedium californicum from Oregon and Michigan. That hangs it- I quit!") There are also concerns about contamination of the gene pool, reduction of genetic diversity, preservation of subspecies, that sort of thing. After all, evolution occurs more quickly in small, isolated populations. Still, I don't think there is a significant risk of going to the grave with "Here Lies Jacob Orchidgrower, who singlehandedly prevented the birth of a new species. Nice going, Jacob" as their epitaph.

Now, if you want to throw some REAL mud into your soda, we have to go back a few years while glaciers were still roaming the country (before the great North American Anti-Glaciation Act of 13,000 BC), when just about everything was covered with a sheet of ice as thick as Paris Hilton's skull. After the retreat of the glaciers, it's a fair guess that there wasn't much of anything alive that didn't have legs for some time. Whether this makes for a good argument as to whether we should go about shuffling the genes is open to discussion.

All these considerations are theoretical. To the best of my knowledge, nobody's ever come up with cogent arguments as to why it's *bad* to re-introduce extirpated species (at least those that are innocuous and benign, like orchids- let's just skip the whole wolf thing for now, shall we?), and I'd say the benefits outweigh the detractions.

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Pugnacious when riled...

2004-03-21T17:43:00.000-06:00

Indoor garden equipment offers many multi-purpose utensils, particularly for pet owners on muddy spring days. For example, the small pruning shears are handy for excising burrs from the fur of Jake's feathery hind quarters, and the 50ft curly hose (the one that stretches all the way outdoors onto the deck) is particularly useful when attached to the warm water faucet of the kitchen sink on a cold day. I know what you're thinking... shame on you. I use it to spray off all the mud and gunk he picks up at the park. Otherwise, it dries and falls off him, leaving me to sweep up the sand and dirt dunes that accumulate wherever he happens to lay down -- including the bed. I pray that this "Spring" thing is over soon.

The park is supposed to be a place for Jake to work off steam, and for me to relax while I obediently throw the frisbee for him. I should have known that today wouldn't be that kind of day the moment I stepped out of the car; the field was ankle-deep in mud, and the wind was howling. It may be spring, but even bundled up in a hooded parka and winter mitts, the wind was bitterly cold. It brought new meaning to the expression, "chill out". How on earth could the ground not be frozen in this weather?

An adolescent German Shepherd ran over to worry Jake as he fetched the frisbee, and as Jake tired I could see that the young dog was determined to beat him to it on the next toss. Willing but wary to include the dog in the game, I asked the stylish young woman who followed if her dog would bring the frisbee back if he actually got hold of it. Let me take a moment to say that I have spent many hours in parks and green spaces watching dogs bounce away with my $20 floppy frisbee and waiting while their owners chased them round and round, fruitlessly trying to get it back. My tolerance for people who let their unschooled dogs off leashes in crowded urban areas is already low, but today, it was as far below zero as the wind chill factor. It seemed a reasonable request.

The woman, who made no move to retrieve her dog and looked ready to settle in to watch her dog chase my frisbee, responded with an inane smile and an, "oh, I'm starting to teach him how to do that". Great, I thought. I politely asked her if she would take him back to the other end of the park so that I could continue to play fetch with my dog. Her indignant and haughty response caught me off guard: "WHAT? He'll run wherever he wants to, how do you expect me to keep him away?! You mean you want me to put him on a LEASH???".

I was speechless (uncharacteristic, I admit), and mumbled that I would take my dog to the other end. I turned my back on her, and made my way to the other side of the (large) park with Jake. I was relieved when I spotted her walking in the opposite direction. When we were what seemed to be a safe distance away, I resumed throwing the frisbee for Jake. Within seconds the young German Shepherd was back, it's owner a dot in the distance. I called out to her, "Yes, please put him on a leash!". She didn't appear to hear me as she walked closer, and I yelled louder, "I think you should put him on a leash now!". Apparently she heard me the second time, because she had worked herself into a high dudgeon by the time she reached me. She stopped in front of me and yelled, "if you don't want your dog mixing with other dogs don't bring him to the park -- leave him in the back yard!!".

That did it. At this point, the only steam being worked off was coming out of my ears (like any good Canadian, I may *look* nice - and I am -- but "pugnacious when riled" is my secret middle name). The woman launched into a spirited (and loud) offence, but by the time I finished verbally beating on her, she was desperate to get her dog and get away from me. The dog took her efforts to grab him as a big game and refused to be caught, giving me ample opportunity to berate her for being an irresponsible dog owner and for being "one of those people who spoil it for everyone else". By the time I caught her dog and handed it over to her (with a final "you should be ashamed of yourself"), her humiliation was complete and she was literally in tears. I was heartless. I said, "cry all you want now, but you'll really have something to cry about when your dog runs into the road and gets hit by a car. What were you thinking to let him off leash when he won't even come when he's called??". I relented a bit, and continued a bit more gently, "There are dog obedience classes you could take at High Park". She didn't stick around for the details, and high-tailed it out with her unruly dog, snuffling all the way. Yeah, I'm a hard-ass. I didn't spend a full year investing time and money training my dog to take guff from nitwits. My dog may be obedient, but dogs don't come that way, people.

Jake and I finished our game unharassed, and made our way back to the car. It was so cold that he trailed muddy icicles from his underbelly and legs, and all that was left of them by the time we got home were black puddles all over the back seat. I hosed the rest off on the deck with warm water from the 50 foot curly hose, and once back indoors, watered the plants for good measure.

There's nothing quite like a heated exchange on a cold afternoon.

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Burpee's Seeds Cover Gallery

2004-03-09T11:20:00.000-06:00

Burpee's Seeds has published images of its catalogue covers dating back to 1884. They are gorgeous.

New Zealand Orchid Poachers Avoid Jail

2004-02-28T09:58:00.000-06:00

The two Czech men who attempted to smuggle native orchids out of New Zealand have avoided jail, but have found themselves saddled with "hefty" fines of $7500 plus court costs.

My first reaction was that the fines are not particularly "hefty", but consider this: One, a cardiologist and university dean, makes $39,000 a year in his native Czechoslovakia and has savings of $9000. The other, a Czech Government environmental protection agency inspector and Orchid society president (can you believe it??) earns $24,000 and has savings of $8000. Remind me not to seek my fortunes in Czechoslovakia.

Though one would assume from their careers that they possess a certain degree of smarts, it turns out that these two arrogant and bumbling idiots are not the brightest light bulbs in the pack:

"Before they arrived in New Zealand they had sent the DoC (Department of Conservation) an e-mail outlining their trip and asking permission to take the orchids. That request was refused and to take the plants after that was a deliberate act. "

No means no, fellas! But it was nice of you to announce your intentions -- the natural world would be much easier to defend if all poachers were as accommodating.

Flower Power rises again in San Francisco

2004-02-20T17:03:00.000-06:00

In San Francisco, gay couples are lining up around the block at city hall, waiting anxiously for their turn to get married. The City of San Francisco is issuing same-sex marriage licenses as fast as possible, at the same time waging a courageous court battle against the state of California and right-wing conservatives who want to stop them. Back at city hall, couples turned away at the end of each day leave distraught, afraid that by tomorrow, the opportunity will be lost.

Enter BoingBoing.net, who yesterday picked up on a blog entry by a couple in Minnesota. This couple decided to send a bouquet of flowers to a random couple standing in line, to show their support for the cause. "Wouldn't that be cool if people from all over the country, gay, straight and otherwise, started sending flowers to the people waiting in line to get married?... "

Now Darren from Vancouver ("Despite my love of musicals, I'm straight and (what's more) Canadian. I do believe that any two people, regardless of gender or sexual preference, have the right to civil union. ") has set up a Web site to make it happen. In two days he has collected nearly $3,500 US, and is mobilizing people in San Francisco to deliver bouquets from the San Francisco Flower Market to random couples who are waiting in line to get married.

I donated $15 USD. C'mon folks, send a couple of bucks and a message of love. Never underestimate the power of a flower!

POLLENATRIX

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