The prompts for this week are: Starts with O, Purple, and City/Town.
Starts with O
Orange starts with O. This week, the rabbits have been eating a pumpkin that I bought. The outside of a pumpkin is a very bright orange, and the inside is also orange, but a lighter shade. The sheep also like pumpkin, so I really bought the pumpkins for them, but the rabbits ate almost an entire pumpkin before I managed to find the time to chop up the second one for the sheep.
Here's how it started - some innocent nibbles on the outer orange pumpkin skin. No, the decorative mouse wasn't responsible!
Pretty soon, we had this situation...
...after which there were just a few seeds left. No more pumpkin needed for those bunnies!
A bonus orange item - here's a jar of the 3-citrus ginger zucchini marmalade I made for my Dad for his birthday. It came out very well and he gave it the thumbs up on a taste test!
Purple
This one was a bit tricky for me - I don't have a lot of purple things to photograph. I noticed that I do not have many spools of purple thread on my thread rack (at least not compared to other colours).
I have some fabric in my stash that includes purple tones - I haven't decided what this fabric will be yet, but I love the colours and patterns in it.
Here's a crochet project that is currently on hiatus while I work on some other items, but it has some touches of purple in it.
City/Town
I was born in a large city - Montreal, in the province of Quebec, Canada. The population of Montreal is almost 1.75 million. At about age 5, I moved to Scarborough, which used to be its own city, but now it is an administrative district of the city of Toronto, Ontario. Toronto has about 2.8 million residents. When I was about 10, we moved to Halifax, in the province of Nova Scotia. It's a smaller city, at about 415,000 residents in the greater metropolitan area.
It wasn't until my mid 20's that I moved to a smaller town - Truro, Nova Scotia, in order to attend the Nova Scotia Agricultural College. Truro is a town of about 12,300 residents. That was the smallest place I'd ever lived to that point in my life, which I thought I would really dislike, but I found something charming about being able to drive around and see fields full of cows and sheep. As I've grown older, I have come to truly appreciate living in a more rural setting.
I now live on the outskirts of a town of about 5,500 residents. I love visiting a large city to take in the sights, enjoy the cuisine options and partake of the cultural life, but I am very content to live in a rural setting. I listen to birds, not traffic and sirens. I breathe clean air, not smog and exhaust from traffic jams. I can enjoy the freedom to have sheep, goats, and chickens on my property. I can see more stars on a clear night than most city dwellers ever see. I hear the unmistakable haunting cry of the loon on the nearby lake, and the hoots of owls as the sun goes down. I smell the tang of freshly cut hay on the air, or the fragrance of the pine and spruce trees surrounding my home. I belong in this setting - going back to live in a city would make me feel cramped and stressed. Here's a view from one of my recent walks around the streets where I live. I think you can see it's not city life, but it's a great life for me.
