There is no simple way to write a compte-rendu of 2015, so I'm not even going to try. What we'll have to settle for is an iPad photo dump.
Ah, the modified Comet by Kim Hargreaves, make in Schulana Kid-Paillettes. An awesome accessory, more like a piece of jewelry than knitting. Here, unceremoniously thrown on dandelions, a spring feature all over our so-called lawn.
I was happy with my planters this year, but something kept eating my ipomoea. I suspect earworms since they're a common feature hanging around the dracaenas. This year they decided to chow down. Then again, they spared my lobelia, a plant I try and grow year after year. This year I finally had success. I think the weather might have had something to do with their bounty because they bloomed non-stop.
Capucine isn't too convinced. Here she is, playing camo-cat with an orchid fascinator. Always the coquette, Capu hasn't exactly taken to Mitaine with as much abandon as we have.
My lovely gazanias (Transvaal daisy). They bloomed until the end of September. Again, this plant is hit-or-miss. 2015 was a total score!
Sorry about the formatting. Blogger is giving me cramps tonight. I'm also stuck into the prosecco and don't really give a crap about parsing HTML anymore. So...pretty clouds. We really lucked out with the weather this summer and fall. We even had a dreaded Green Christmas and survived to tell the tale. A few days after Christmas, we were graced with a 40cm dumping of snow.
In other undocumented news, 2015 finally saw our overpass reopen to traffic. We had to make a massive detour for months (let's be honest - it was a year and a half) while our overpass was being rebuilt, and then 2 weeks before completion, it was condemned. The fact there were groundhogs and raccoons living inside the structure has been a dead giveaway to us locals for years. (Sometimes I think it's Quebec's way of keeping us pious. We said a prayer every time we crossed it and many of the other crumbling overpasses in this province. Chicken wire IS apparently a replacement for rebar, if you're an engineer working at the MTQ). Summer came and went without any activity, and finally sometime in August, the Ministry of Transport must have gotten the memo, because the reconstruction finally got under way. Just before Halloween, our overpass was reopened. We did many happy dances. I was so happy it was opened, I drove over it, and backed up and drove over it again, just because I could. Damned infrastructure.
2015 also saw the opening our our very own local Costco. Those who know me know I swear by my Costco, but having to make the trek to Montreal island proper was always frustrating. The parking situation is bad at best even if you arrive before opening, to say nothing of the crowds once you get inside the hallowed establishment. We've been promised a Costco for the past 5 years, and it finally became a reality. Now I can shop at Costco like it's a grocery store, versus shopping at Costco like it was a Hudson Bay Outpost every quarter. Urban sprawl, score 1!
We replaced Wilfred, (our trusty wood stove for those who haven't paid attention) this month. After nearly 15 years service it was time for a new wood stove. I promise (!) to dedicate an entire post to the new Wilfie, because he's a beaut!
On that note, my venerable BBQ crock pot ribs are calling my name, and Eric is making homemade fries from our own bumper-crop of special potatoes in the kitchen. We're not going to turn the page on 2015 on a low-calorie note, but that's what January and its resolutions are for. New Year's Eve is a celebration of the bounty of our past year. While none of it was particularly noteworthy, we made it through another year with only First World Problems, which is saying something.
So, dear friends, from our nuthouse to yours, all the best in 2016. May it be filled with health and happiness, may you see the beauty around you and remain thankful for every small victory.
We are blessed in the best ways possible, and hope the same for you and yours.