Introducing the girls


These lovely ladies came to live with us last weekend. I love their gentle croo, croo and their silky bodies. We're still getting to know each other and so far no eggs, but they seem to be enjoying the free range.





 

  Brin is keeping them company, and they don't seem to mind him at all.





A lovely surprise

A fellow blogger (Ally at everyday miracles) has included me in a lovely project - to hand write a card, post card or letter and send it real mail. A novel idea, given how much we rely on email today.

I have looked longingly at the lovingly crafted cards and envelopes on Ally's blog, and today, joy of joys, my own beautiful card popped through the door. 

Image by Ally T
There, amongst the boring stuff, was this lovely iced biscuit post card, designed by Ally, and sent all the way from Tasmania.

Ally, I take up your challenge. I have made my post cards and one will be on its way to you by the end of the week (I'll post a pic once Ally has enjoyed her surprise).

In the meantime, a blogger more local to me at Christmas Pie Crafts, is running a card-making competition with the theme 'flowers'. I love photographing flowers, and have documented my year in flowers, so I have several dozen to choose from. I have been designing cards this afternoon, and have become thoroughly lost in my projects. I hope to submit an entry to Jill's competition. I particularly like this 'With Sympathy' design using one of my photographs and a quote from the Prayer of St Francis of Assisi.










September should be fun

I should be out enjoying myself. The fine early autumn weather has meant long dog walks in the early evening, but the days have seen me busier than ever. September is planning month. For the practice, it means financial and tax planning. This year, we are considering a change to the way we work which will see a bigger office for me, to go along with the increased workload. It will also mean a more structured work week, which is good, leaving protected time for Brin, the chickens, the garden, me and Mr B (in that order)!

No plan is perfect though, and before we can implement any changes, I have to finish up a few projects which have been lurking under the desk. Well, I say finish. Perhaps I just need to get them to a stage when I can file them away for a rainy day.

My choice for
bathroom lighting
We have also been planning to renovate the main bathroom. Mr B is not a handy man, so I have a handy plumber. He, however, is not a designer, so I have a lady drawing pretty pictures. That is fine, but she doesn't always see the practical side of the bathroom. It has been dragging on for a while, and frankly, I am quite bored now. I'd like to dump the entire project, but it does need updating and we will enjoy it when it's done. I'm having words, though, with the plumber about the lighting. He is insisting on having six downlighters. I would prefer something like this. I'm thinking one of us might have to compromise, and it won't be me.

In the garden, I'm planning where to plant the 100 bulbs I have waiting in the summer house. I think the dahlias have finally stopped flowering, so I can mulch them over, and start getting the bulbs in. But where to start? Beds or pots first?

The veggie patch is looking quite bare. I've never been good at autumn/winter crops. Somehow I always run out of time to get things in the ground before the frost. I have bought some seed though for spinach, salad leaves and pea shoots, and also cauliflower to sow now for the spring/summer next year. The greenhouse needs a good tidy up first. The runner beans are still producing, but by the end of the month, I'll have to pull them up. The last of the beetroot and carrots will be harvested too. The sweetcorn are very late and I fear they will come to nothing now. So, by October, the veggie patch will be bare, and I can start planning next year's crop rotation. Although August wasn't very wet, it also wasn't very warm. So us veggie gardeners struggled on both counts. Better luck next year.

Mr B is marathon training. His training schedule has been going to plan (good for him). I have made all the plans for our trip to Budapest for the marathon in October (more on that closer to the time, and a look at where we are staying). He has just told me that his training run this morning used up 2,262 calories! I gave him another slice of fruit cake. I hope all his training doesn't make me put on weight in sympathy eating.

Tagine
We do seem to have changed, though, from salads to soups and stews this week. A little while ago, on a complete impulse, I bought a tagine. It makes the most excellent lamb stews and curries. The secret is to add little or no liquid, and cook for 2 hours at 150C. The conical top allows the steam from the meat and veggies to condense and drip down softly onto the food, making a succulent and fragrant dish.

Sunshine in a pot
I am using the last of the stewed apples in a crumble; they were stewed and put away last autumn. Dad always comes for supper on a Sunday night, and it's one of his favourites. I have a couple of kilo's each of damsons and greengages to jam, too, before the next lot of apples arrive.
Brin, always ready for a walk

With all this talk of food, it's just as well that Brin likes a good, long walk.






Pattern: the lizard-goddess of Maui

I saw this interesting stonework at the entrance to Mama's Fish House on Maui. I have been intending to look up the meaning of the lizard pattern since February and it was only as I doodled the pattern today, that I was reminded of this photo.



The lizard-goddess (Kihawahine) is part of the mythology of Maui, and especially of Ka'anapali Resort, where we stayed. It is said that she guards the fresh water springs which supply the village. You can read more here.

We found the history and culture of Maui fascinating, and the people of the Hawaiian archipelago beautiful and friendly.




Friends old and new

I am so grateful to all those who commented and sent hugs when Themba died. The blogging and Twitter community have been so very kind. Many who sent good wishes are strangers, dog-lovers, caring people. Thank you.

I have also found the same care and sadness amongst friends and acquaintances, people in the pub, other dog walkers. And it's true, it really does help to talk about it, to laugh and cry together. To share the pain, and the joy of the memories.

Themba had been getting weaker for months, and we had a adjusted our walks, making them shorter and slower. I only fully realised this when I took Brin out last week, and found myself huffing and puffing back up the bridle path. We will definitely be doing more long walks from now on. We also returned to some of our old haunts, and bumped into Chiton and his Mum. Sadly, they lost their Issy last month - it was old age but Chiton is very lonely. We have been friendly for ages with the lovely Daisy, a Boxer dog from the same breeder as Themba. Darling Daisy passed away last month too, and her Mummy is heartbroken, as the vets never found out what was wrong with her. Please keep these lovely dogs and their humums in your thoughts, too.

Talking of the pub, it seems that is the place to be seen these days, so not wanting to miss out, I have put in two appearances of late. If you don't go, you don't find out the gossip; like who lost all that weight? Who just turned 70? And who bought the house next to the pub? Of course, I know the answers to these questions, but I'm not saying.




A comment on: Eat, fast, and live longer


A BBC Horizon programme presented by Michael Mosley. This programme explored the role of diet and nutrition in ageing.

At Cornell University researchers are studying a genetically modified mouse strain, which exhibits longevity (longer life) with a calorie restricting diet. This work has been extended to human study at Fontana Washington University. Here, they have set up a long-term study of dietary intervention. The principal investigator was quite confident that the people undertaking this approach are a new species. I doubt this very much. Participants are restricted to 1,900 calories a day, usually eaten at breakfast as a huge bowl of fruit. Time will tell if this approach does indeed lead to a longer life, but if positive results were needed, age-related tests were conducted. These included assessment of balance and reaction times, as well as blood tests for metabolic markers, and levels of body fat. Mr Mosley’s assessment was pronounced as ‘not good for his age’, but the balance and reaction time tests are both subjective and can be improved with practice. More alarming was the absolute declaration that following the calorie restriction programme for just one year will result in a reversal of disease progression. In fact, the researcher went on to say that after following the diet for 10 years, J (a volunteer) would never develop a stroke or heart attack.

The truth is that in order to fully assess the risk of death from cardiovascular disease or cancer, we would need to sequence every bit of DNA in every person in the world, follow those people from birth to death, and analyse their lifestyles for diet, exercise and environmental factors. Then, we might be able to say who will die from heart attack, or not. Some research, including my own, has identified important genes, which contribute to the risk. I have also found out that the normal variation of these genes, interacting with certain environmental factors, like stress, injury or infection, can affect the way the body responds. So, you see, it is a very complex picture, and not simply down to calorie restriction.

Professor Valter Longo, from the University of Southern California does add some science to the discussion. His research centres around an important metabolic protein, Insulin-like Growth Factor 1 (IGF1). Reduced levels of IGF1 in the blood have been associated with slowing cellular metabolism (the so called ‘go,go’ mode), increased repair of DNA damage and protection from age-related illness, in a genetically modified laboratory mouse strain.

Ex vivo research (that is, in cells taken from the animal’s body) have shown that cells in ‘go’ mode are more susceptible to cancer, as they do not show efficient cellular repair. Studies in humans have shown that calorie restriction together with a low protein diet leads to reduced circulating IGF1 levels in the blood. The mechanism of action for this is that as glucose (blood sugar) is depleted in the body, the body (in particular the large muscles) start burning fat for fuel. The liver stops or slows production of IGF1, pushing the cells into repair mode. This is not a happy state of affairs for the body of an active man or woman. Prolonged fasting can be dangerous and should only be done under medical guidance. Extreme metabolic changes can occur with short fasting protocols too. Proponents of the alternate day fast or the 5-2 fast regimes often report that they are unable to exercise on fast days due to dizziness and weakness.

The main tenet of the piece is portion control, which I endorse. It’s no secret that if you eat less and move more, your body will be stronger and healthier, provided of course that you maintain adequate nutrition. And the emergence of these fasting diets for sustained weight loss should be viewed with some skepticism.

There was no discussion about the role of our genetic make-up and ageing, or longevity. Yet, many of us will know people who live long and when asked the secret, simply say eat well, exercise a bit, and have fun.

The happiest dog in the world

He was the happiest dog in the world. His tail never stopped wagging. Three months ago, he was diagnosed with severe aortic stenosis. Since then, his physical ability declined, as the frequency of cardiac syncope increased. Each collapse was followed by a period of prolonged recovery. Last night, Themba died.
It was a pleasant evening, warm and still. He had enjoyed his short walk in the woods, and was in position to survey the garden. He spotted a squirrel making its way over to the bird food, and quick as a flash, he was off. 

He collapsed under his favourite tree, and for a while it seemed he would recover. Then, as we comforted him, his heart stopped beating. Mr B and I, and Brin, were with him. It was very peaceful under the tree.

R.I.P. 
'THEMBA'
2007 - 2012
Died chasing a squirrel