Friday, November 27, 2020

November 27th

It's Black Friday.
I don't shop, so this day is lost on me.
Seems that it would be a better day to
reflect on what we've got 
rather than what we want
and really don't need.
I'm thankful for so many things....
Greeting an early morning sunrise,
Zoning out while reading a book,
Cooking for loved ones,
Being in the garden,
Watching the hens silly antics,
The smell of newly mown grass,
A quiet morning walk in solitude,
Family and friends to love,
But..
at the end of the day,
what really matters is
that I've done my best
and I'm thankful for all I have.

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The peppers I picked last
week are starting to turn.
Aren't they such beautiful colors?


Parsley.
I harvested some last week
to dehydrate for my herbal blend.


Sanservieria 
It's called by other names like,
Mother-in-Law Tongue
or
Snake Plant.


The Button Mums are filling out.

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Nugget,
gorging on dried meal worms.
It's like crack to our girls.


Pepper,
waiting for me to give her 
breakfast of Laying Mash.


Nugget,
finished her meal worms and
is waiting to follow me inside.
Nope!
Not having chickens in the house.
This is the look she gave me when
I told her to scram.
Ha!
One of the best things I've learned
is to become more of a producer
than a consumer.
By that, I mean,
I make bread,
grow our own food,
raise hens for eggs,
compost our waste,
make homemade cleaning supplies,
can jam or veggies,
dehydrate or freeze our produce,
Sew, crochet, knit, make soap,
make candles....
So....
I'd be right at home
if there's ever a zombie apocalypse!
😆

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And,
to ward off Alzheimer's
I try to exercise my brain.
😂

I hope this simple blog
makes someone laugh
or become informed about
our daily life in retirement 
with our backyard veggie's
and the chicken girls.
It has certainly made me very happy.

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Remember......

Laughter is like a windshield wiper,
it doesn't stop the rain,
it just allows us to keep on going.
💗


 

Sunday, November 22, 2020

November 22nd

 

I love mums, 
but their smell isn't what you 
normally think of, with beautiful flowers.
It's not a stink like some flowers,
it's more of a musky, earthy smell.
It's sad really, 
because they are only lacking in that one aspect.
Our yellow "button" mums
and 
our "rust buttons"
They are putting on their fall show.


Mother Aloe is blooming again.
This time there are 2 bloom stalks
with flowers about to open.
Her blooms are always a peachy
orange color.
In the past she bloomed in the spring,
but...
it's 2020
anything goes.
Right?


All of a sudden the lantana
is growing like crazy!
I've discovered that 
I'm allergic to it's milky sap.
I found out after I cut back some 
dead stems and noticed hives and itching
on my lower arms and hands.
Oh, well,
that'll be a designated job for the CEO
from now on.
😀


Salmon and white begonia


Wild violets that have spring blooms.
Their color ranges from deep purple to lavender.


Paperwhite lilies.
No blooms yet, but they tend
to bloom in very early spring
while it's still cool.


Kitchen succulent garden.
I've had this little turtle ornament guy
for nearly 30 years.
I usually put him in an indoor plant.
Too cute!
🐢


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The veggie garden is still growing strong
This is the broccoli 
and in that same bed
are the beets.


We have some baby cabbage plants
ready for planting in about a week.
This is the time for our fall root veggies,
but
we've never had good results with carrots,
so we decided to forgo trying that again.
In their place we are going to plant our potatoes.
They are almost ready to go in the ground.


Tomatoes are still producing too.
It's only about 1 or 2 a week,
but that's enough to feed us.
🍅


The pepper plant in the early
morning light. 
Looks like it's harvest time.
These will be dried to use in
recipes all year.
I cut them while they are
still whitish,
then they turn a beautiful red orange
while sitting on the sill.


Thai Basil.
Looks like this is ready for harvest too.
On most herbs, I don't allow them to flower,
but on Thai basil,
the flowers are so much more
intensely flavored than the leaves,
so that's mostly what I pick.
Flowering on all plants is the 
reason they live - to propagate.
But, 
with herbs, we typically eat
their leaves.
So, by clipping the blooms,
it'll allow the plant to "bush"
out so much more.


I finally figured out that these
small whitish buds aren't
a flower on my bay laurel.
They are merely new leaves.
Neat!


Found this out....
St Fiacre is the patron saint of gardeners.
Seems back in the 600's,
he became very adept at herbal remedies
and feeding pilgrims from his veggie
gardens, along with healing the infirm
by laying on his hands
to bring about miracle cures.
And.....
he is also the patron saint of hemorrhoid
sufferers. I couldn't find out the
reason for this, but
in the Middle Ages,
a case of hemorrhoids were called
Saint Fiacre's Figs.
Now, I don't care what you say,
that's funny!
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There's never a time that we are in the 
garden without an escort.
This is Lucy and Ethel.


Pepper and Hazel


Pepper and Nugget


Finally they are starting to lay.
We get 1 or 2 eggs every other day.
Again, 
enough to feed us.
🐔

And you can see those big beautiful,
orange yolks.
Thanks girls.
Ethel, Lucy and Hazel aren't laying yet.
Since the days are shorter,
and they are coming off a molt,
they need to get back in the groove.
Chickens lay about every 24 to 36
hours normally,
but our girls are older and they've
molted, so means that the "bounce back"
time is longer.
Chickens are diurnal, so at dusk, they
"come home to roost",
meaning literally that they go nite 
nite when the sun goes down,
and they "get up with the chickens"
at the first light.
No crowing, but they cluck softly
till we let them out to roam.

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A few tips for stargazing...

Look for these in the night sky tonight.
🌟
I love looking at the stars.
They may be farther apart than this,
but you can still see
Jupiter to the lower right of the moon.
🌙
Saturn will be harder to see because of the
local light pollution.

Mars is visible to the lower left of the moon.
It always burns bright red.
This picture is from the NASA site.
That's a meteor streaking next to Mars.

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My Brother-in-Law was in the paper.
Proud of you, Robert!


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Wednesday, November 11, 2020

November 11th Veterans Day

It is because of Veterans that we can
live freely in this country.
They have stood up to threats
and many have paid the ultimate price for us.
An illustration of this, is in the
simple words spoken by all who enlist
or were drafted into military service.

The oath of enlistment is said
by all who serve in the military.

It is worth reading to see how seriously it is taken.
This oath has no expiration date.
A one hundred plus year old will hold
to it as surely as an eighteen year old.

It was first spoken by Continental soldiers, under
General Washington as an allegiance to
the thirteen new states, to defend against
tyranny by George the third, King of England.
When our country has been at war or under siege.
those who step up to our defense,
are without doubt the most brave souls.

Even in peace time, our military is
ready, willing and able
to crush any foe.
So, those simple words, said in earnest,
have shown the dedication 
and loyalty that,
is binding unto death.


So anyone who has become part of
our military is in prestigious company.


This is a heartfelt thank you to all Veterans
and those currently serving.
Words fail to really capture the debt
and gratitude we owe them. 
For every moment of peace and liberty our
country enjoys,
we have someone who went before or
currently stands in their uniforms,
ready to defend or die for us.
We humbly thank you for
every breath of free air
as a gift from you and your 
fallen brothers and sisters
in arms.
Especially.....

My Dad
U.S. Army WWII
(My sister diligently worked to get
him a Veteran plaque for his grave.
When he died, our family didn't know that
he could have received a grave marker
for his service, so, it went for many
years of us trying and failing
to get one.
Now, there's a beautiful one on
his gravestone. He'd be so proud of her!)


My son
U.S. Navy


My Nephew
U.S. Coast Guard
💓
Thank you!
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The veggie garden....
Today's harvest of bell peppers,
and a few sprigs of rosemary.

I put this green pepper on the sill
to "turn". I'll use it in my
veggie soup.
It's such a pretty color.

Peppers 

Broccoli just starting to sprout.

Beets that we haven't planted yet.

Tomatoes

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Lantana 


Oregano, mint, basil and Thai basil.
 

Bay Laurel bush


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🐔
Never fails.
I can't walk around the yard without
my very own "military" escort.
Pepper (tan with black butt feathers)
Hazel, oblivious as always.


Nugget (tan with the floppy comb over)
Lucy, eyeballing a squirrel. 

Ethel
(blurred picture is because she was on the run!)

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💩
An ode to caution.

Recently I ate a piece of Doberge cake.
I love it!
It's a New Orleans staple.
So sweet and tasty!
but,
I found out that it's delicious goodness
doubles as a laxative.
Hmmm, you say?
That's a new one on me.
Well, I'm about to testify to the cathartic 
properties of that wonderful dessert.
I didn't gorge myself on a huge piece,
just a smallish slice that I took my time
eating to savor the goodness.
Then it happened.
My gut started cramping.
Funny thing is, the turnaround time
was only about 30 to 45 minutes for 
the entire gastronomical experience.
In and out!
My innards started talking to me,
loudly!
It sounded like a recording of 
whales mating.
Then, the gas started.
All I'll say about this is,
please remember that old adage...
"Never trust a fart!"
In keeping with that, I made haste to
the porcelain throne,
and just in time!
It sounded like an ICEE machine 
on the fritz.
Then...
after that initial atomic blast
and ensuing evacuations,
I felt great.
Back to normal.
15 minutes later.....
Nooooo!
Not so fast grasshopper!
Mother Nature was not to be ignored
so back to the throne room to do my
homage to Rodin's The Thinker.
About this time, the CEO, having heard 
the otherworldly sounds,
(and possibly an 8.9 on the Richter Scale)
came to knock gently upon the door,
asking if I was in need of an
ambulance.
Him: "You OK in there?
Me: "GO AWAY!"
"SAVE YOURSELF!"
That's when the demonic noises ran him
away - quickly.
I'm sure he thought the 7th circle of Hell"s
portal had been opened.
Then a miracle happened!
I think the archangel of toilets
appeared to remove the poop curse
and deliver me, a new and less
weighty woman!
I heard angels singing!
I conclude my ode by saying a thankful
and heartfelt prayer to the 
inventors of wet wipes, bathroom exhaust systems
and Glade Linen Fresh!
AMEN
😇