If we were having coffee, you’d walk into the café and say, “Hey, Maggie, how are things?” and I’d say, “Can’t complain, but that doesn’t stop me.”
You’d laugh and change the subject. Good thinking. I knew you were a smart cookie.
I’d tell you, “Fall is here,” and how I wore my mittens when I walked to the coffee shop earlier this week. It had been nippy overnight! I’ve seen turkey vultures staging in preparation for migration, and the butternut squash is curing, and I’m gathering ingredients to make a huge vat of tomato salsa.
Then I’d tell you about why I was at the coffee shop the other day. I had a meeting with Kate – she’s the executive director of the Federation of Women’s Institutes of Canada. I’m researching grants for non-profit organizations.
At first I wasn’t sure that I’d have time to take on this volunteer work, but as luck would have it, my school work is a completely different animal this semester. First of all, the really difficult courses (touch wood) are done. The “bird” courses are all that remain, except for surveying, which, so far, isn’t too bad. Second of all, the online delivery system of the material has been upgraded, and the Profs are having trouble with it. I’m waiting for material for two courses. Hurry up and wait. Grumble.
Next I’d say, “OK, enough complaining, let me tell you about our latest quarry visit!” You’d get all excited and listen attentively, because you are a good friend that way.
Reiner was searching Google Earth for a quarry about thirty minutes from home. “Look at this,” he said. “There are walking trails throughout. We should check into it.”
And so we did, this morning. It turns out that the City of Hamilton has reclaimed the old limestone quarry and transformed into a wetland/hiking/biking/take-your-dog-for-a-walk park. It hooks up to the Bruce Trail, too, so you may be familiar with it.
We had perfect quarry weather – overcast and breezy. Temperatures can get rather uncomfortable in a pit with light and heat bouncing off the stone walls.
We found some calcite crystals and some gypsum and rusty pyrite and marcasite – the usual suspects found in the limestone formations of this region. Reiner has to clean the material first, before I can take photos of the keepers. But here is a picture of the calcite “in situ.”
Here’s a picture of the calcite collector in situ, too.
I’d take the final gulp of coffee, and wrap up by telling you how I just about lost the bedspread I had hanging on the line. It’s a terrifically breezy day. There’s a cold front moving in and thunderstorms are in the forecast. Corn on the cob for dinner.
And that’s the news.
What’s happening at your end of the planet?