Monday, March 28, 2011
Asparagus
Okay, so my asparagus is slow in producing, but it is early and I have gotten more than 2 dozen healthy shoots off the 12 crowns I put in last year. I knew it would be a slow process and the 3rd year is the first year of usable production. Due to my elevated anticipation, I was hoping for at least 2 dozen shoots to devour a week and am therefore let down. However, with the past few days rain and more on the horizan followed by some bright warm sunshine, I may yet meet my anticipated harvest.
A New Series
A new idea is niggling at my thoughts. Madame Rose and Lady Lily along with old lady Hydrangea, wise old Jewel Leaf and perky Miss Petunia have all got something up their foliage. Keep eyes and ears open for a new series in the making!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Gardening - Vegetable and Fauna
Onions look great, potatoes are shooting straight up, squash and beans look terrific! According to the two or three Almanacs Dad insist we go by for planting, the first week of April will see tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers in the ground. Hope to find some healthy broccoli to add to the mix this year. I would love some limas, but I hate to shell them so they will continue to come from the grocery store.
Have you tried the Cherokee Purple tomato? A real tasty treat - meaty, acidic and full of flavor. Next to my all time favorite, the Rutger, the Purple is my favorite.
Added a Japanese Maple to my garden this week along with a Butterfly Bush. I love flowering shrubs. The banana trees came back with several additional babies along the sides. I cut the slips off before the first freeze and potted those - I managed to get seven - which grew well in my dining room this winter. Now I have several to share. I think I will leave the Sago palms in their containers this year. They do not do well at all in our cold temperatures and I don't like to keep digging them up and then replanting. I will see how they fair over the summer and decide in the fall. I have been told they do well in containers year round.
I need to move a couple of Forsythia which should be safe to do now that the blooms have dropped. Like the azalea, the Forsythia does not like to be "handled" until right after the blooms drop. I have found they refuse to bloom if you wait until summer or fall to prune or relocate, so that is another project for the weekend or the first of the week.
My Easter Lilies are very proficient this year and have multiplied several times over. The same is true of my Hostas. I read last week that after they break the ground, they can be dug,separated, and replanted. Since mine are so thick I think this will be an additional project. This to do list should get me through the week and back into planting the following week.
The pollen is so thick right now, I can't work outside too long. I am hoping for rain over the weekend to bring relief to these allergies.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Have you tried the Cherokee Purple tomato? A real tasty treat - meaty, acidic and full of flavor. Next to my all time favorite, the Rutger, the Purple is my favorite.
Added a Japanese Maple to my garden this week along with a Butterfly Bush. I love flowering shrubs. The banana trees came back with several additional babies along the sides. I cut the slips off before the first freeze and potted those - I managed to get seven - which grew well in my dining room this winter. Now I have several to share. I think I will leave the Sago palms in their containers this year. They do not do well at all in our cold temperatures and I don't like to keep digging them up and then replanting. I will see how they fair over the summer and decide in the fall. I have been told they do well in containers year round.
I need to move a couple of Forsythia which should be safe to do now that the blooms have dropped. Like the azalea, the Forsythia does not like to be "handled" until right after the blooms drop. I have found they refuse to bloom if you wait until summer or fall to prune or relocate, so that is another project for the weekend or the first of the week.
My Easter Lilies are very proficient this year and have multiplied several times over. The same is true of my Hostas. I read last week that after they break the ground, they can be dug,separated, and replanted. Since mine are so thick I think this will be an additional project. This to do list should get me through the week and back into planting the following week.
The pollen is so thick right now, I can't work outside too long. I am hoping for rain over the weekend to bring relief to these allergies.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Friday, March 18, 2011
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
I went to a funeral a couple of weeks ago for a man in our community. I really don't remember much about him, but his children are or once were an important part of my life. I consider this man's son and his wife an uncle and aunt. The two middle children are there on the edge of my memory, but nothing memorial about our relationship. The youngest was my first playmate at the age of around 3 or 4.
Living in the country in the 50s was a lonely existence, especially for small children. Things changed as we got older, but our nearest neighbor was one mile away and my playmate was two miles away. Our mother's got us together when they could and even though I don't remember much about our play I do remember the friend. Her parents split before the start of school - their divorce was another first for me. So I didn't run into my friend again until junior high school. I was a little taken aback that she seemed not to know me. This continued through high school.
At the funeral I realized she really didn't remember me in school. As I walked up to offer my condolences, I advised she probably wouldn't remember me, but . . . Her response was of course I remember you! You were my first playmate and I haven't seen you in 55 years. Well, that explains it - through the last 6 years in school, she didn't know who I was and didn't remember.
Finding old friends is such an eye opener!
Happy reading!
Belle
Living in the country in the 50s was a lonely existence, especially for small children. Things changed as we got older, but our nearest neighbor was one mile away and my playmate was two miles away. Our mother's got us together when they could and even though I don't remember much about our play I do remember the friend. Her parents split before the start of school - their divorce was another first for me. So I didn't run into my friend again until junior high school. I was a little taken aback that she seemed not to know me. This continued through high school.
At the funeral I realized she really didn't remember me in school. As I walked up to offer my condolences, I advised she probably wouldn't remember me, but . . . Her response was of course I remember you! You were my first playmate and I haven't seen you in 55 years. Well, that explains it - through the last 6 years in school, she didn't know who I was and didn't remember.
Finding old friends is such an eye opener!
Happy reading!
Belle
Root Crops
Did you know onions are to be planted on the "dark of the moon"? Well, Monday is the day and my sets are ready to go! Can't wait for sweet onion slices on big fat hamburgers!
Potatoes, red and russet, will go in the ground on in Monday also. It will be a busy day! Those little eyes are "scabbing" over right now. The scabbing process helps ensure healthy eyes that don't rot once in the ground. Potatoes take around 90 to 120 days to mature so I will probably get in two crops this year. I just love these early springs, but I am not foolish enough to start above ground crops as yet. I do believe we might have a frost or two before this winter is officially over.
I did get my greens planted last week and can already taste those fresh turnip greens and a large slice of cornbread, but the pot lickker is this best part.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Potatoes, red and russet, will go in the ground on in Monday also. It will be a busy day! Those little eyes are "scabbing" over right now. The scabbing process helps ensure healthy eyes that don't rot once in the ground. Potatoes take around 90 to 120 days to mature so I will probably get in two crops this year. I just love these early springs, but I am not foolish enough to start above ground crops as yet. I do believe we might have a frost or two before this winter is officially over.
I did get my greens planted last week and can already taste those fresh turnip greens and a large slice of cornbread, but the pot lickker is this best part.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Greener Grass
I have six new chickens. Five of these young ladies are barred rock and the other is a game lady. Very curious and easy going, these ladies follow me around the pen checking out my every move. Today was cleaning day for the outside pen. Raking the old straw and feathers, hauling them to the garden plot and checking the wire on the pen is a half day job. Of course, I spend a good bit of that time visiting with the ladies and listening to their complaints most of which relate to the demanding Roscoe (my number one rooster) and his two side kicks which I haven't named. They are true ladies as their complaints do not vary too far afield from the complaints I hear from friends about their significant others.
I am learning these new ladies personalities so I may name them appropriately. Each one is unique. Today my favorite earned the name of Jasmine - the wandering vine. As I was exiting the barn, Miss Jasmine slipped right between my legs. Frustrated at having to stop my project I chased her around the corner of the pen where low and behold she ran right into the coyote trap. She is pacing and fuming as she is now contained without food and water while her compatriots are happily playing and eating bread crumbs and seeds. Perfectly safe, she can wait for hubby to come in and relieve her of the stress of being confined in an even smaller environment.
So it is with us humans. We long to be free to roam uninhibited, yet most of the time we jump from the pot into the fire. Never content with our lot in life, we struggle to find something more. Most of the time we don't realize that even though the grass looks greener in the next pasture, it got that way because of all the fertilizer.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I am learning these new ladies personalities so I may name them appropriately. Each one is unique. Today my favorite earned the name of Jasmine - the wandering vine. As I was exiting the barn, Miss Jasmine slipped right between my legs. Frustrated at having to stop my project I chased her around the corner of the pen where low and behold she ran right into the coyote trap. She is pacing and fuming as she is now contained without food and water while her compatriots are happily playing and eating bread crumbs and seeds. Perfectly safe, she can wait for hubby to come in and relieve her of the stress of being confined in an even smaller environment.
So it is with us humans. We long to be free to roam uninhibited, yet most of the time we jump from the pot into the fire. Never content with our lot in life, we struggle to find something more. Most of the time we don't realize that even though the grass looks greener in the next pasture, it got that way because of all the fertilizer.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Skating Party
Six years old - the first memorable milestone of any little girl. Boys, they could care less, but to little girls it is the leaving of babyhood - finally. A party at the perfect venue - the skating rink! Friends and family gathered to celebrate. Everyone having a great time with much laughter, visiting, skating and just plain fun. Two hours into the party, the group is told they have to leave. A miscommunication or greediness on the part of the owner? A party from 3:00 to 7:00 was booked and now at 5:00 everyone was being hurried out. No one was advised of the change until we were told to leave. Did they double book? Did they book a private party after the other parties were booked? If so, a phone call would have saved a lot of grief!
A hurt little girl, an angry Mom and confused guests - a birthday party ruined and an important birthday at that!
This was my first trip to the Griffin Skate Inn and will probably be my last. A lot of anger and upset could have easily been avoided if we had been advised on arrival that the party would be cut short. Waiting until "clear out" time to let all the parties know of the time change was rude and uncalled for. Yes, there were at least four parties being held that afternoon. I can understand needing the $200 gained by adding a private party in the middle of the afternoon, but only if the time was not previously allotted. This move was bad business practice and also bad for business.
Spencer's Skating Rink, now closed, was the place for our parties and many nights out for skating. Hopefully someone will re-open the old rink to give some healthy competition to the Griffin Skate Inn. I sure hope so as I cannot see any of our party returning to do business with the Griffin Skate Inn.
A hurt little girl, an angry Mom and confused guests - a birthday party ruined and an important birthday at that!
This was my first trip to the Griffin Skate Inn and will probably be my last. A lot of anger and upset could have easily been avoided if we had been advised on arrival that the party would be cut short. Waiting until "clear out" time to let all the parties know of the time change was rude and uncalled for. Yes, there were at least four parties being held that afternoon. I can understand needing the $200 gained by adding a private party in the middle of the afternoon, but only if the time was not previously allotted. This move was bad business practice and also bad for business.
Spencer's Skating Rink, now closed, was the place for our parties and many nights out for skating. Hopefully someone will re-open the old rink to give some healthy competition to the Griffin Skate Inn. I sure hope so as I cannot see any of our party returning to do business with the Griffin Skate Inn.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Two more chickens killed last Thursday - Matilda is all I have left of my layers. The game roosters even went in the barn looking for cover. They are safe for now, but when will that old dog find another way into the pen. Yes, it was dogs - hubby caught them in the act. Went to the sale on Friday, but couldn't stay. I raised most of these from chicks and they will be hard to replace, but replace them I will - just not right now.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Sun Bonnets
I am having so much fun making sun bonnets. Summer is right around the corner and since the garden will be calling or rather demanding my attention, I knew I needed a new hat to keep that sun off my face and neck no to mention my tender head. I found a pattern and made a sample. I am known for remaking a pattern, so I cut out another added a piece or two and tucked and gathered until I was satisfied. Now my granddaughters want a bonnet like Nanna's so I have cut another pattern - downsized and revised - and have made a couple of them for the girls. Today I have cut out two more an adult and a child's to match. I found some medium weight felt I am going to try in the brim and see if it holds as well as the muslin. I tried poly fill, but it didn't work as well for me as I like a tailored look and the poly was a bit too fluffy. These are so easy to make with only two main pieces and then the ties and the carrier. A little sewing, gathering and threading and you have a bonnet. I am planning a black satin just for the effect and I found some beautiful turkey feathers I may add to the brim.
After I wear these little hats a few times, I will be adjusting and revising again as needed for comfort and fit and in no time I will have developed my perfect bonnet. Can't wait for all the girls to try theirs so I can tell what needs to be changed or revised.
Next on my list is an old fashion garden apron with large pockets for gathering veggies and herbs and to carry my hand tools. I am on a roll for now. I can go years with sewing a stitch but when the mood hits I go like crazy.
Berets were my object of interest last week and I made three in as many days. I have some thoughts for these little jewels also. They are so simple to make, especially for the girls. The only problem is they grow so fast the beret doesn't fit for long. Luckily there is little fabric and even less time in constructing these toppers.
I am contemplating making some fancy kitchen aprons. Does anyone wear aprons anymore? Um-m-m, something to think about. But, hats have been on my mind lately. I feel warm with a fuzzy hat on my head and have always gotten so much joy out of the wearing. I will try to post some pics with instructions when I get my revisions done.
I am getting back to my sewing now, so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
After I wear these little hats a few times, I will be adjusting and revising again as needed for comfort and fit and in no time I will have developed my perfect bonnet. Can't wait for all the girls to try theirs so I can tell what needs to be changed or revised.
Next on my list is an old fashion garden apron with large pockets for gathering veggies and herbs and to carry my hand tools. I am on a roll for now. I can go years with sewing a stitch but when the mood hits I go like crazy.
Berets were my object of interest last week and I made three in as many days. I have some thoughts for these little jewels also. They are so simple to make, especially for the girls. The only problem is they grow so fast the beret doesn't fit for long. Luckily there is little fabric and even less time in constructing these toppers.
I am contemplating making some fancy kitchen aprons. Does anyone wear aprons anymore? Um-m-m, something to think about. But, hats have been on my mind lately. I feel warm with a fuzzy hat on my head and have always gotten so much joy out of the wearing. I will try to post some pics with instructions when I get my revisions done.
I am getting back to my sewing now, so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Catch up two
My heart has taken a beating this week. A varmint of some kind killed seven of my chickens on Sunday and then another chicken on Monday. I could have cried. It would have been one thing if it was a varmint looking for food, but only one leg of a chicken was eaten, the rest were killed just for fun which leads me to believe that it may have been a domesticated animal. I know we have fox and coyotes around so I can't be sure. Hubby did put a cage trap out, but so far it remains empty.
I have endured much teasing and fun about my chickens and that is okay. They were pets to me as well as providing food. Matilda is the only pet I have left and she is running scared. The three round heads are not open to human touch and are by nature a skittish bird. They will automatically go to the roost when approached which is probably why they are still alive. The others were caught in the outside pen and slaughtered.
They will all be replaced, but until we catch the killer the 4 remaining will have to be content with each other.
There are seven cardinals at the feeder today fighting over a spot at the seed. Is this a sign of colder weather coming our way? Will all this water that's falling freeze overnight? Even the forecasters are unsure about the front headed our way. Oh how I am ready for those warm temps once again!
Burned the garden spot off yesterday and took care of some pruning. The Althea had gotten out of control and it really got whacked. Cleaned the hydrangeas out - removing all the dead stuff and old growth. Plan to split some of my stock that has really gotten thick and overgrown. I would like to put in some dahlias this year and will have to decide soon so I can get them in the ground.
I have been absorbed in the tales of the Sisterchicks and these stories are so uplifting. Take a minute to read one of their adventures it will brighten your day.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I have endured much teasing and fun about my chickens and that is okay. They were pets to me as well as providing food. Matilda is the only pet I have left and she is running scared. The three round heads are not open to human touch and are by nature a skittish bird. They will automatically go to the roost when approached which is probably why they are still alive. The others were caught in the outside pen and slaughtered.
They will all be replaced, but until we catch the killer the 4 remaining will have to be content with each other.
There are seven cardinals at the feeder today fighting over a spot at the seed. Is this a sign of colder weather coming our way? Will all this water that's falling freeze overnight? Even the forecasters are unsure about the front headed our way. Oh how I am ready for those warm temps once again!
Burned the garden spot off yesterday and took care of some pruning. The Althea had gotten out of control and it really got whacked. Cleaned the hydrangeas out - removing all the dead stuff and old growth. Plan to split some of my stock that has really gotten thick and overgrown. I would like to put in some dahlias this year and will have to decide soon so I can get them in the ground.
I have been absorbed in the tales of the Sisterchicks and these stories are so uplifting. Take a minute to read one of their adventures it will brighten your day.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Winter brings out my creativity. Housebound and staying close to the fire, I have been steadily making berets for my girls. Last night I decided to try a sun bonnet for the upcoming gardening season and I am very pleased with the results - if I could only find a way to put cool air in the crown to keep it a bit cooler. See, we are never happy - when we are cold, we long for warmth and when we are hot, we long for cool air. My new projects have brought me a lot of joy and I have loads of new ideas for hat projects for both summer and winter. I also hope to make the girls some sundresses and jumpers if I can make myself get to it. I love jumpers on little girls - plain or ruffly they are so feminine and little girly.
My grandchildren from the north finally dug out of the snow and travelled south for a visit. We had a great time and spent some bonding time together. I think my heart can rest now for another few weeks when they return. It isn't only my northern grandchildren that drives me to the brink, but the two that live only 5 miles away cause my heart great turmoil when I don't get a visit for a couple of weeks. They grow and mature so fast I feel I am missing something very important during the time we are apart. Yes, I am addicted to being a grandmother.
The full moon was especially pretty last night. The air was clear and crisp and the moon beams were extra sparkly. I like to think it was due to the outpouring of love in our little community. We lost two young girls this week, both due to tragic accidents. For a change the people of our town expressed kindness and sympathy rather than the hateful attitudes normally displayed. The loss of two so young is hard to understand, but God is so much wiser. Knowing he has a plan makes the loss just a tad easier but the loss still leaves a yearning in our hearts. I wrote earlier on how my heart aches when my grandchildren are away, but I can not fathom the thought of never seeing them again. My thoughts and prayers have been with the family and friends of these two girls.
We had a wood cutting party this weekend. Some of the men and young men gathered for the felling of the trees. The young men received valuable lessons in the proper way to split wood and everybody that had the desire had a turn. Before the session was over, most were rather proficient at the task and we now have an abundance of wood and some travelled home with those in need. My nephew made the comment that he had never had as much fun cutting wood, so I guess the day was a success. Hubby says we are in for more snow or ice before the winter season is over and I have a feeling he may be correct. I guess I should restock the freezer with soup fixings because when the weather turns bad we focus on keeping warm and feeding our tummies.
I had to threaten my parents over the icy days not to darken the door or even think about it. They have a tendency to think they are still 30 years old and can still get around like spring chickens. Neither can stand very well without support and cannot see more than a foot in front of them, so they were destined for disaster if they had gone out. All went well, however, and they didn't even lose electricity. Dad is already wanting spring to arrive so he can get to the garden. It isn't going to happen, but it doesn't hurt to wish. More and more of his memories are of his childhood at his grandparent's home. It is surprising what he can remember from way back when, but can't remember what he ate for lunch. At 87 I am surprised he remembers anything.
That about catches us up and I really need to get back to my sewing. Thanks for dropping by and until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
My grandchildren from the north finally dug out of the snow and travelled south for a visit. We had a great time and spent some bonding time together. I think my heart can rest now for another few weeks when they return. It isn't only my northern grandchildren that drives me to the brink, but the two that live only 5 miles away cause my heart great turmoil when I don't get a visit for a couple of weeks. They grow and mature so fast I feel I am missing something very important during the time we are apart. Yes, I am addicted to being a grandmother.
The full moon was especially pretty last night. The air was clear and crisp and the moon beams were extra sparkly. I like to think it was due to the outpouring of love in our little community. We lost two young girls this week, both due to tragic accidents. For a change the people of our town expressed kindness and sympathy rather than the hateful attitudes normally displayed. The loss of two so young is hard to understand, but God is so much wiser. Knowing he has a plan makes the loss just a tad easier but the loss still leaves a yearning in our hearts. I wrote earlier on how my heart aches when my grandchildren are away, but I can not fathom the thought of never seeing them again. My thoughts and prayers have been with the family and friends of these two girls.
We had a wood cutting party this weekend. Some of the men and young men gathered for the felling of the trees. The young men received valuable lessons in the proper way to split wood and everybody that had the desire had a turn. Before the session was over, most were rather proficient at the task and we now have an abundance of wood and some travelled home with those in need. My nephew made the comment that he had never had as much fun cutting wood, so I guess the day was a success. Hubby says we are in for more snow or ice before the winter season is over and I have a feeling he may be correct. I guess I should restock the freezer with soup fixings because when the weather turns bad we focus on keeping warm and feeding our tummies.
I had to threaten my parents over the icy days not to darken the door or even think about it. They have a tendency to think they are still 30 years old and can still get around like spring chickens. Neither can stand very well without support and cannot see more than a foot in front of them, so they were destined for disaster if they had gone out. All went well, however, and they didn't even lose electricity. Dad is already wanting spring to arrive so he can get to the garden. It isn't going to happen, but it doesn't hurt to wish. More and more of his memories are of his childhood at his grandparent's home. It is surprising what he can remember from way back when, but can't remember what he ate for lunch. At 87 I am surprised he remembers anything.
That about catches us up and I really need to get back to my sewing. Thanks for dropping by and until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Monday, January 10, 2011
The economy picked up drastically over the last few days as metereologist once again predicted a winter wonderland filled with 5-7 inches of the fluffy white stuff. Colonial and Sunbeam were the expected winners with Nature's Own running closely in third place. Mayfield Dairies had a whopping increase in sales reported. The little ones were sorely disappointed in the texture of the white blanket covering the area as the ice was cold wet and would not mold itself into a snow man no matter what tricks were used.
Insurance companies breathed a sigh of relief when drivers decided to stay at home in the warmth of their homes. The $3+ a gallon for the gas contributed greatly to the lack of traffic and the unusual use of good sense by drivers.
It is reported that children are in revolt due to the inability to get Big Macs and Wendy's double stacks and are refusing to eat peanut butter on plain white bread. However, these same children have found a new favorite drink - milk! Hopefully the stores have restocked as it has been announced that local schools will be closed again tomorrow.
Insurance companies breathed a sigh of relief when drivers decided to stay at home in the warmth of their homes. The $3+ a gallon for the gas contributed greatly to the lack of traffic and the unusual use of good sense by drivers.
It is reported that children are in revolt due to the inability to get Big Macs and Wendy's double stacks and are refusing to eat peanut butter on plain white bread. However, these same children have found a new favorite drink - milk! Hopefully the stores have restocked as it has been announced that local schools will be closed again tomorrow.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Time for
January and February are pretty much a time of rest and preparation for us gardeners. The weather is much to cold to plant anything except onions and asparagus (I don't fool with rhubarb and that is the other garden plant ready to go in at this time). A point of trivia - asparagus and rhubarb are the only perennial garden plants.The ground is still frozen or will be in the near future. My "Blum's" almanac advises to get the garden spots ready for the planting season. Having already done that, I think I will just continue to enhance the mulch and add a few more buckets of ash - spread evenly of course over the whole of the garden area. I have already trimmed the slender stalks of the asparagus and probably should add a few crowns this year, but I think I am going to stick with the dozen planted last year.
I have some transplanting of the Chandelier Cactus. The small little flowers took root and I have 3 fish bowls to divide and share. I have found that the small glass containers from candles make wonderful little terrariums and the tender little plants thrive in the glass jars. I can easily monitor the moisture in the soil through the glass so I don't over water so easily and as many know it is easy to do with starter plants. Nothing is more discouraging than to have beautiful healthy plants one day and droopy soggy ones the next. Thanks to sis I have a good supply of jars and will get on this project soon.
The chickens are set for the cold days of January and February except for their daily feed and water. I will continue gathering eggs until mid to late February when I will attempt to get one or two of my hens to brood. Essie usually is the first to sit and hopefully she won't let me down this year.
The wandering turkey has taken roost and calls this home. He has been here for about 4 weeks and is not contained, so he can come and go as he pleases, but has made no effort to leave. Still beautiful, Mr. Tom would love to get in the pen with the chickens. He is a big eater and if not fed by 3:30 every day, he comes to the house to find me so his gullet can be filled. Very demanding he will gobble until I come out to feed him and practically pushes me to the barn. I heard him drum for the first time this week. I think that was a sign of aggressiveness and impatience with my slovenness.
As always with this time of year the mood to sew has hit. I don't have a clue what I will end up with, but my girls seem to like the Mu Mus I wear around the house, so that will definitely be one project. I also love jumpers and aprons for little girls. nothing dresses up a tee shirt and pair of jeans like a dressy jumper. They are also warm and serviceable over turtlenecks paired with tights and as mothers know kids don't enjoy wearing fussy clothes even though they love to feel dressed up. I have a tendency to sew for comfort, so in the winter it is warm and cuddly clothes and the summer calls for cool and light. My grandson loses out on the sewing, as I have tried but fail to be able to get interested in making shirts and trousers for guys. It is pure laziness on my part due to all the extra facings and other parts needed for the nice tailored look I so like on the male. I guess I could make him a set of scrubs and hope he will take an interest in medicine, but for now he will have to do without.
I have noticed a trend for children to wear tights rather than knee socks. I loved my knee socks when I was young, but I think it was because it covered my scarred and bruised legs - tomboy that I was, I kept cuts, scratches and bruises all the time. To me the thick socks seemed warmer and were perfect with my penny loafers or oxfords, but I have to agree that tights are a bit dressier and do better under those cute little dresses and jumpers.
What happened to cords? It is hard to find corduroy for women and children. They are a few trousers for men, but the trend to corduroy has gone with the wind and it is one of the warmer and more stylish of the winter fabrics. Hopefully it will make a comeback, but I have noticed that more and more manufacturers and designers are going for the denim or knit for trousers and slacks.
I still have a stack of books to read. Tom Clancy's Clear and Present Danger has kept me occupied this week. Finished it last night and it was a really good read. Clancy paints a picture with every chapter and takes the time to develop each and every character so the reader is not left to wonder as to the purpose of the character as the story line comes together. Educational in many ways due to the detailed descriptions of actions and scenes throughout the book and his stories always make me think. I enjoy his stories.
Must get to work so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I have some transplanting of the Chandelier Cactus. The small little flowers took root and I have 3 fish bowls to divide and share. I have found that the small glass containers from candles make wonderful little terrariums and the tender little plants thrive in the glass jars. I can easily monitor the moisture in the soil through the glass so I don't over water so easily and as many know it is easy to do with starter plants. Nothing is more discouraging than to have beautiful healthy plants one day and droopy soggy ones the next. Thanks to sis I have a good supply of jars and will get on this project soon.
The chickens are set for the cold days of January and February except for their daily feed and water. I will continue gathering eggs until mid to late February when I will attempt to get one or two of my hens to brood. Essie usually is the first to sit and hopefully she won't let me down this year.
The wandering turkey has taken roost and calls this home. He has been here for about 4 weeks and is not contained, so he can come and go as he pleases, but has made no effort to leave. Still beautiful, Mr. Tom would love to get in the pen with the chickens. He is a big eater and if not fed by 3:30 every day, he comes to the house to find me so his gullet can be filled. Very demanding he will gobble until I come out to feed him and practically pushes me to the barn. I heard him drum for the first time this week. I think that was a sign of aggressiveness and impatience with my slovenness.
As always with this time of year the mood to sew has hit. I don't have a clue what I will end up with, but my girls seem to like the Mu Mus I wear around the house, so that will definitely be one project. I also love jumpers and aprons for little girls. nothing dresses up a tee shirt and pair of jeans like a dressy jumper. They are also warm and serviceable over turtlenecks paired with tights and as mothers know kids don't enjoy wearing fussy clothes even though they love to feel dressed up. I have a tendency to sew for comfort, so in the winter it is warm and cuddly clothes and the summer calls for cool and light. My grandson loses out on the sewing, as I have tried but fail to be able to get interested in making shirts and trousers for guys. It is pure laziness on my part due to all the extra facings and other parts needed for the nice tailored look I so like on the male. I guess I could make him a set of scrubs and hope he will take an interest in medicine, but for now he will have to do without.
I have noticed a trend for children to wear tights rather than knee socks. I loved my knee socks when I was young, but I think it was because it covered my scarred and bruised legs - tomboy that I was, I kept cuts, scratches and bruises all the time. To me the thick socks seemed warmer and were perfect with my penny loafers or oxfords, but I have to agree that tights are a bit dressier and do better under those cute little dresses and jumpers.
What happened to cords? It is hard to find corduroy for women and children. They are a few trousers for men, but the trend to corduroy has gone with the wind and it is one of the warmer and more stylish of the winter fabrics. Hopefully it will make a comeback, but I have noticed that more and more manufacturers and designers are going for the denim or knit for trousers and slacks.
I still have a stack of books to read. Tom Clancy's Clear and Present Danger has kept me occupied this week. Finished it last night and it was a really good read. Clancy paints a picture with every chapter and takes the time to develop each and every character so the reader is not left to wonder as to the purpose of the character as the story line comes together. Educational in many ways due to the detailed descriptions of actions and scenes throughout the book and his stories always make me think. I enjoy his stories.
Must get to work so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Year 2010
A beautiful year, filled with meeting new friends, reuniting with old friends, fun visits with family, and yes, I must include the loss of so many friends. The year started cold and drab as each new year does and progressed to the joyous spring with the warm breezes teasing the blossoms on the trees and shrubs. Each season brought change not only to the landscapes but to my heart. Never one to shun a heated discussion, I have found I loath the negativity, anger, and hate found in so many. I wonder what life has served them to cause such feelings to linger and fester. There is so much in life to bring joy and peace if we only search for it and brush the harsher feeling aside.
Spring brought the loss of hubby's father. Sick for over a year with strange rash on his arms but no diagnosis of the cause, he succumbed to lung cancer in a matter of days after finally being diagnosed.
Spring also bought with it the reuniting of friends in preparation of a class reunion. It was a happy time for me to see the many friends and acquaintances of my youth. One weekend was not enough time, but we made the best of the time provided and many have continued to keep in touch. So many have died through the years and they were memorialized through the artistry of a fellow classmate.
Fun in the sun was the theme of our Summer and it was a time of relaxing and visiting with family and friends and enjoying the pool through the hot summer days. Wonderful food on the grill and homemade ice cream seem to top the charts on the weekends. The grandchildren are growing by leaps and bounds and changing from one visit to the next. It is a wonder to listen to their conversation and know their minds are growing as quickly as their bodies.
My garden flourished in the early days of summer, but succumbed to the heat and lack of rain quickly. Mulching more this winter for a better chance of survival during the hot dry days for the upcoming year. The asparagus is beautiful and since this is my first try I was very pleased with the results. None to gather this season, but come spring I should have a bumper crop. Now is the time to get my onions in, so I have to get busy with those.
Fall brought on a most memorable reunion with my best friend from school. One short visit of a couple of hours was not enough, but we are staying in touch and plan to revisit soon. It is such a comfort to reunite with someone that meant so much to me for so many years. It is strange to think that we were ever separated to begin with, but that is another story. Leave it to say that we are reunited and looking forward to catching up.
Mid afternoon the yard chickens come in for a bit of scratch feed. Week before last I rounded the corner of the barn and there was a beautiful tom turkey. Light gray and cream with a rose colored waddle, he gobbled at me and headed for the scratch I had put out for the hens. I watched for a minute and decided there was not enough to go around - he was eating like crazy. I spread another batch and he proceeded to follow me in my rounds to gather eggs and water the barn hens. I called hubby to the barn and it was decided he was a tame bird and hubby proceeded to visit the neighbors to locate the owner. No one claimed the bird and he seems to have made a home here. Free to come and go as he pleases, he prefers to stay close to the pen and visit with the pen birds. He makes a nice addition to the landscape and gobbles as I talk, doesn't appear to be aggressive, but not taking chances around the babies. Those talons look fierce and that beak could do some damage if provoked. He is a beautiful bird and fun to watch.
Thanksgiving and Christmas is always filled with lots of good food, long visits and a time of fun. I so enjoyed the visits with family and friends.
As I read back over this years happenings I know I have been greatly blessed. I look forward to the coming year with anticipation. I can't wait to see what God has in store for me next. Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Spring brought the loss of hubby's father. Sick for over a year with strange rash on his arms but no diagnosis of the cause, he succumbed to lung cancer in a matter of days after finally being diagnosed.
Spring also bought with it the reuniting of friends in preparation of a class reunion. It was a happy time for me to see the many friends and acquaintances of my youth. One weekend was not enough time, but we made the best of the time provided and many have continued to keep in touch. So many have died through the years and they were memorialized through the artistry of a fellow classmate.
Fun in the sun was the theme of our Summer and it was a time of relaxing and visiting with family and friends and enjoying the pool through the hot summer days. Wonderful food on the grill and homemade ice cream seem to top the charts on the weekends. The grandchildren are growing by leaps and bounds and changing from one visit to the next. It is a wonder to listen to their conversation and know their minds are growing as quickly as their bodies.
My garden flourished in the early days of summer, but succumbed to the heat and lack of rain quickly. Mulching more this winter for a better chance of survival during the hot dry days for the upcoming year. The asparagus is beautiful and since this is my first try I was very pleased with the results. None to gather this season, but come spring I should have a bumper crop. Now is the time to get my onions in, so I have to get busy with those.
Fall brought on a most memorable reunion with my best friend from school. One short visit of a couple of hours was not enough, but we are staying in touch and plan to revisit soon. It is such a comfort to reunite with someone that meant so much to me for so many years. It is strange to think that we were ever separated to begin with, but that is another story. Leave it to say that we are reunited and looking forward to catching up.
Mid afternoon the yard chickens come in for a bit of scratch feed. Week before last I rounded the corner of the barn and there was a beautiful tom turkey. Light gray and cream with a rose colored waddle, he gobbled at me and headed for the scratch I had put out for the hens. I watched for a minute and decided there was not enough to go around - he was eating like crazy. I spread another batch and he proceeded to follow me in my rounds to gather eggs and water the barn hens. I called hubby to the barn and it was decided he was a tame bird and hubby proceeded to visit the neighbors to locate the owner. No one claimed the bird and he seems to have made a home here. Free to come and go as he pleases, he prefers to stay close to the pen and visit with the pen birds. He makes a nice addition to the landscape and gobbles as I talk, doesn't appear to be aggressive, but not taking chances around the babies. Those talons look fierce and that beak could do some damage if provoked. He is a beautiful bird and fun to watch.
Thanksgiving and Christmas is always filled with lots of good food, long visits and a time of fun. I so enjoyed the visits with family and friends.
As I read back over this years happenings I know I have been greatly blessed. I look forward to the coming year with anticipation. I can't wait to see what God has in store for me next. Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Another Stroll Down Memory Lane
Well, Thanksgiving is well behind us now and preparation is ongoing for the celebration of Christ's birth. Some days it just makes me tired and some days I approach it all with a joyful and peaceful heart. I believe rest is the key. The temperatures are just now getting uncomfortable and the days are definitely shorter. Many days I just want to sleep - remaining under the warm covers and not venturing out. But that doesn't have anything to do with the season but with the changes my old body no longer adjust too so quickly or well.
I had such a surprise on Friday when a friend showed up. This isn't an ordinary, run of the mill friend. This was the one person I felt attached to, completely trusted and thoroughly enjoyed her company during my school years. She was in my wedding in September of 1969 and after that day I never saw her again until Friday. I can't imagine a more memorable day. I have always believed that you could tell a true friend in the reuniting. They were no dead spots - we were laughing as she exited her vehicle and we chattered like we had never been apart. Easy, comfortable, trying desperately to catch up on all the years and yet knowing we both have been down paths we won't share yet. I say yet because there is so much surface stuff to gather and share. It pleased me greatly that my friend found her soul mate early on and has had a happy life. I can't wait to get together again and learn more about her children and family.
I learned that I wasn't the only person that was lost in a world of confusion and insecurity when school let out for the last time. I didn't realize that I would lose touch so quickly with those so dear to me and that we would all move on in such a hurried manner. In my older years, I have found that I have plenty of time to locate and reunite with those that I have missed so much.
Hubby and I have really enjoyed our shopping trips this season. Never one to enjoy crowds, we have managed to have a little fun this year with our shopping experience. Both of us are "people watchers" and we have certainly enjoyed the shows put on for us by the other shoppers. I made my first trip to the Bass Pro Shop in Macon recently. Of course hubby made his first visit at their grand opening, but I bypassed that trips and the many he has made since then. Of course, wouldn't you know, all it took was a "I want" from my grandson to get me to trek right down there and get the item. A beautiful store, it is great for just browsing, but they also had some great bargains over the weekend.
Then on to the Bass Road Mall and a wonderful visit to Jo Ann's. I could spend a whole day in this treasure. A quick visit to Dick's Sporting Goods - prices on the high side - and then to Sticky Fingers for a tasty smoked turkey club sandwich. Barnes and Nobles was our Waterloo and we spent a couple of hours browsing the books and games. Found some deals on several books to add to our Stuart Woods' collection. I am missing only three now so it is close to complete. I am thinking I need to make a return trip this weekend as I didn't get close to Dillard's or the other shops. I am so glad the regular football season is past and hubby is not glued to the television on Saturday afternoons. I have a partner in my shopping experience and a driver to get me where I want to go without me having to fool with the traffic.
Looking forward to all the get togethers with friends and family and already some are overlapping and I know I won't make it to all of them, but you can bet I will hit as many as possible. Dinner has to be made, so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I had such a surprise on Friday when a friend showed up. This isn't an ordinary, run of the mill friend. This was the one person I felt attached to, completely trusted and thoroughly enjoyed her company during my school years. She was in my wedding in September of 1969 and after that day I never saw her again until Friday. I can't imagine a more memorable day. I have always believed that you could tell a true friend in the reuniting. They were no dead spots - we were laughing as she exited her vehicle and we chattered like we had never been apart. Easy, comfortable, trying desperately to catch up on all the years and yet knowing we both have been down paths we won't share yet. I say yet because there is so much surface stuff to gather and share. It pleased me greatly that my friend found her soul mate early on and has had a happy life. I can't wait to get together again and learn more about her children and family.
I learned that I wasn't the only person that was lost in a world of confusion and insecurity when school let out for the last time. I didn't realize that I would lose touch so quickly with those so dear to me and that we would all move on in such a hurried manner. In my older years, I have found that I have plenty of time to locate and reunite with those that I have missed so much.
Hubby and I have really enjoyed our shopping trips this season. Never one to enjoy crowds, we have managed to have a little fun this year with our shopping experience. Both of us are "people watchers" and we have certainly enjoyed the shows put on for us by the other shoppers. I made my first trip to the Bass Pro Shop in Macon recently. Of course hubby made his first visit at their grand opening, but I bypassed that trips and the many he has made since then. Of course, wouldn't you know, all it took was a "I want" from my grandson to get me to trek right down there and get the item. A beautiful store, it is great for just browsing, but they also had some great bargains over the weekend.
Then on to the Bass Road Mall and a wonderful visit to Jo Ann's. I could spend a whole day in this treasure. A quick visit to Dick's Sporting Goods - prices on the high side - and then to Sticky Fingers for a tasty smoked turkey club sandwich. Barnes and Nobles was our Waterloo and we spent a couple of hours browsing the books and games. Found some deals on several books to add to our Stuart Woods' collection. I am missing only three now so it is close to complete. I am thinking I need to make a return trip this weekend as I didn't get close to Dillard's or the other shops. I am so glad the regular football season is past and hubby is not glued to the television on Saturday afternoons. I have a partner in my shopping experience and a driver to get me where I want to go without me having to fool with the traffic.
Looking forward to all the get togethers with friends and family and already some are overlapping and I know I won't make it to all of them, but you can bet I will hit as many as possible. Dinner has to be made, so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Homeless
Homeless! Does that word bring to mind a person with no home, no warm fire to come home to, no hot meal waiting at the end of a long day? It is definitely that, but one can be homeless emotionally when they have left the home or town they have called home. Many years ago, my husband (who was in the Air Force) was stationed in Charleston, SC. It was so exciting to be moving to a new town, home, area and I was looking forward to the adventure. It took a few weeks to get settled in and take care of all the essentials. My first unsettling experience was at the post office. Our house was in a little community called Ladson. I stepped into the post office to the jabber of the employees and low, I couldn't understand a word being said. The nice gentleman looked at me and said "What?". Not may I help you or what do you need, just "What?". That was the only thing I understood during my first visit to this lovely little building. The rest I wrote down and somehow managed to get my address recorded and my mail started.
I left feeling so frustrated. I didn't know the people in this area spoke a different language. I came to really not like that post office. The people seem to be nice but we just did not communicate. I also had my first major accident turning into this same post office.
As the days drifted by, the loneliness drifted in. I was doing a lot of sewing and that kept me busy, but I had no one to talk to. It wasn't long until I went to work at a day care center in our neighborhood. The communication in itself was not a problem, but the attitude of these people were strange. One infants parents wanted the child to sleep all day so they could play with him all night. Another was fed so much and he was so large his fingers looked ready to pop. I had the infants - all 8 of them - alone! Two were ready to move up to another class, but there was no room, so I had two toddlers in with the 6 infants. I loved the babies, but went home exhausted everyday, knowing the same was waiting the next day. I didn't last long, 6 months was all I could handle, before I went looking for something else. Sears saved my sanity!
The friend problem had not been solved. As much as I talked to those precious infants, not one of them talked back. The other workers were nice as could be, but they were as busy as I was and there was no time for chatting.
It took some time, but as the new neighborhood filled up we met new people. It made things much easier, but it still wasn't home. My point is that a house doesn't make a home. Family and friends are the foundation of a home and happiness. During this Holiday season I commiserate with those away from their home. Remember your friends and families are anticipating your return visits and the days are not quite as full as they would be if you were at home with them.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I left feeling so frustrated. I didn't know the people in this area spoke a different language. I came to really not like that post office. The people seem to be nice but we just did not communicate. I also had my first major accident turning into this same post office.
As the days drifted by, the loneliness drifted in. I was doing a lot of sewing and that kept me busy, but I had no one to talk to. It wasn't long until I went to work at a day care center in our neighborhood. The communication in itself was not a problem, but the attitude of these people were strange. One infants parents wanted the child to sleep all day so they could play with him all night. Another was fed so much and he was so large his fingers looked ready to pop. I had the infants - all 8 of them - alone! Two were ready to move up to another class, but there was no room, so I had two toddlers in with the 6 infants. I loved the babies, but went home exhausted everyday, knowing the same was waiting the next day. I didn't last long, 6 months was all I could handle, before I went looking for something else. Sears saved my sanity!
The friend problem had not been solved. As much as I talked to those precious infants, not one of them talked back. The other workers were nice as could be, but they were as busy as I was and there was no time for chatting.
It took some time, but as the new neighborhood filled up we met new people. It made things much easier, but it still wasn't home. My point is that a house doesn't make a home. Family and friends are the foundation of a home and happiness. During this Holiday season I commiserate with those away from their home. Remember your friends and families are anticipating your return visits and the days are not quite as full as they would be if you were at home with them.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
A wonderful extended weekend with family and friends! Good food, good fellowship, and great times. It has taken me a few days to recover, but that is age not infirmity.
I thank my daughters for straightening and cleaning after the fact and giving me a chance to recover without all that on my mind. I so enjoy having the family gather here for Thanksgiving and hopefully they enjoy coming.
The broke warm and sunny and provided the perfect weather for the kids to enjoy the outside and many to eat on the porch and patio. The counters and tables were filled with good food and everyone ate their fill. Dad stayed with us for four hours and went home to sleep it all off and get some rest. He called to make sure I was going to do it again at Christmas. The man does enjoy his food. He will celebrate his 87th birthday in January, so each year we are thankful he can still join us in celebration and thanksgiving. His health has gone down rapidly in the last three years, but he keeps on trucking. Mom moves a little slower than she once did, but don't we all. She doesn't look as if she has aged a day.
I am thankful for my family and the blessings I receive from each and everyone.
I thank my daughters for straightening and cleaning after the fact and giving me a chance to recover without all that on my mind. I so enjoy having the family gather here for Thanksgiving and hopefully they enjoy coming.
The broke warm and sunny and provided the perfect weather for the kids to enjoy the outside and many to eat on the porch and patio. The counters and tables were filled with good food and everyone ate their fill. Dad stayed with us for four hours and went home to sleep it all off and get some rest. He called to make sure I was going to do it again at Christmas. The man does enjoy his food. He will celebrate his 87th birthday in January, so each year we are thankful he can still join us in celebration and thanksgiving. His health has gone down rapidly in the last three years, but he keeps on trucking. Mom moves a little slower than she once did, but don't we all. She doesn't look as if she has aged a day.
I am thankful for my family and the blessings I receive from each and everyone.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Time for Reflection
The week before Thanksgiving is always my time of reflection. There is always so much to be thankful for, but there is also so much that I feel I could have done differently. Not a time for regret, just a time of adjusting ones thinking so that in the coming year my actions and reactions can be more positive and fulfilling.
With only a month and a half left in this year, there is not much time left to accomplish great things, but today is the first day - well you know.
I have made new friends and reconnected with old friends this year - there are two that I have spoken with but not really re-established a relationship with and that is a project that I hope to rectify soon. It has brought my heart joy and comfort to see these people again; to remember the joys of youth; and to take many strolls down memory lane. Forty plus years ago we all parted and started on our life journeys. For twelve years our journeys were focused on each other and then we were declared ready to start our life without instruction. It is interesting to see what paths each chose to follow and the changes we have all been through. It is a sad fact that we, as a whole, have not been a healthy group and many have been lost in that 40 years. Dear ones, know that you were missed at our great reunion. Thank you Dawn for bringing much sunshine, smiles and joy into many lives this past year.
Every day my faith becomes deeper and I am in awe of the works of God. God is far from being dead as I am witnessing daily, but the pull of the world on our youth is a frightening thing. Our youth must be guarded and guided to follow in the steps of our Lord. Pray for our youth which is our tomorrow.
Hubby and I have had a healthy year without any major calamities. We experienced the loss of hubby's father this year, but by the grace of God it was not a long, drawn out sickness. Missed by family and friends, his loss had a sobering effect on his family.
We also had two marriages in our family this year which is always a celebration. I am now looking forward to hearing of upcoming births from some of our younger ones. Nothing brings joy like the birth of a child! The first of the grandchildren are entering their teen age years and that is always an interesting time. There are so many changes that a person goes through at this age. It is a most difficult time and one of great change. I love to hear the sound of their voices changing. I know it is frustrating to them and sometimes embarrassing, but it shows they are in transition from childhood to manhood. We have four boys in our group and five girls and I can't wait until these girls reach their age of maturity and the changes they will go through. I am so glad they all have stable parents to guide their thoughts and actions. So much to look forward to!
The families will all gather next week to catch up on "what's happening" and to fill their stomachs with every one's favorite recipes. I look forward to seeing and visiting with each and everyone. My wish for you is a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving!
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
With only a month and a half left in this year, there is not much time left to accomplish great things, but today is the first day - well you know.
I have made new friends and reconnected with old friends this year - there are two that I have spoken with but not really re-established a relationship with and that is a project that I hope to rectify soon. It has brought my heart joy and comfort to see these people again; to remember the joys of youth; and to take many strolls down memory lane. Forty plus years ago we all parted and started on our life journeys. For twelve years our journeys were focused on each other and then we were declared ready to start our life without instruction. It is interesting to see what paths each chose to follow and the changes we have all been through. It is a sad fact that we, as a whole, have not been a healthy group and many have been lost in that 40 years. Dear ones, know that you were missed at our great reunion. Thank you Dawn for bringing much sunshine, smiles and joy into many lives this past year.
Every day my faith becomes deeper and I am in awe of the works of God. God is far from being dead as I am witnessing daily, but the pull of the world on our youth is a frightening thing. Our youth must be guarded and guided to follow in the steps of our Lord. Pray for our youth which is our tomorrow.
Hubby and I have had a healthy year without any major calamities. We experienced the loss of hubby's father this year, but by the grace of God it was not a long, drawn out sickness. Missed by family and friends, his loss had a sobering effect on his family.
We also had two marriages in our family this year which is always a celebration. I am now looking forward to hearing of upcoming births from some of our younger ones. Nothing brings joy like the birth of a child! The first of the grandchildren are entering their teen age years and that is always an interesting time. There are so many changes that a person goes through at this age. It is a most difficult time and one of great change. I love to hear the sound of their voices changing. I know it is frustrating to them and sometimes embarrassing, but it shows they are in transition from childhood to manhood. We have four boys in our group and five girls and I can't wait until these girls reach their age of maturity and the changes they will go through. I am so glad they all have stable parents to guide their thoughts and actions. So much to look forward to!
The families will all gather next week to catch up on "what's happening" and to fill their stomachs with every one's favorite recipes. I look forward to seeing and visiting with each and everyone. My wish for you is a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving!
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Plants
Finally, last week we had our first frost here in middle Georgia. Summer just kept hanging on and frankly, for a change, I was very tired of it. This week has brought another round of warm temperatures but after the weekend we should be back to the mild seasonal temperatures this area is known for.
The temperatures changed quickly and I was "caught with my pants down" in that I had not prepared any of my plants for their transition to the inside. Before bringing my pretties in, I like to clean the top of the dirt, add more soil if needed (we all know soil settles as it sits and when it is watered) and trim dead or damaged leaves from the plants. Cleaning the outside of the pots always makes me feel better, too. Well, I didn't have time for any of that to happen. They are in, though in a cluttered fashion, and thriving well.
I have several cuttings in process of putting on roots which will have to be potted soon. I harvested the babies from my chandelier cactus and probably have over a hundred little ones now growing fast. I put a layer of small gravel, followed by a layer of potting sand and topped with potting soil in a fish bowl (the 10 inch size) to start my cactus. The little florets can be sprinkled over the top of the soil and evened out with a wooden skewer. These thin little skewers have many uses in my indoor garden and have become my favorite tool.
I have collected many candle jars for growing my little plants. The glass allows better viewing of the moisture content of the soil and also holds the moisture to aid in the growing process. It means transplanting again after a month or so, but I have lost less starters with these little jars. Once the plants get big enough for transplanting, they are much hardier and have a better chance of survival. I have already separated some of the cacti and will get to the rest this weekend.
Another trick I have learned is to transplant into peat cups and place in an inverted plastic tray. I have two - one is a meat tray container from a get together. Placing the peat cups in the top of the tray and covering provides a greenhouse effect and keeps the cups, soil, and plants from drying out in the arid climate of the house. I can lift the whole container and place outside on the warm and sunny days for a treat for these small plants. This has worked well for me over the years and I carry more plants to spring.
These little plant filled jars are also great for gifting. For plant lovers, they make the perfect hostess gift and are a great thank you gift also. An unusual plant and one that is hard to find the chandelier cactus is perfect for someone who has everything. I know I sound like a salesperson, but I have developed an interest in these cactus. Each plant grows differently. Some grow tall and slender, tall with a thick stem, some drape over the side of the container and then swoop upward, some just hang over the side - they are all unique.
I have 7 or 8 slips from the banana trees that are thriving since coming inside. These little beauties don't like the cold. I thought I had lost three, but on bringing them in, they have greened right up and seem sturdy. i hope in a month I am not writing that I lost them all. I still have to get my Sago palms in, but they can withstand short term cold. They will come in over the weekend also, but it may mean we have to move out, as the plants are really starting to take up space.
Thank for dropping in and until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
The temperatures changed quickly and I was "caught with my pants down" in that I had not prepared any of my plants for their transition to the inside. Before bringing my pretties in, I like to clean the top of the dirt, add more soil if needed (we all know soil settles as it sits and when it is watered) and trim dead or damaged leaves from the plants. Cleaning the outside of the pots always makes me feel better, too. Well, I didn't have time for any of that to happen. They are in, though in a cluttered fashion, and thriving well.
I have several cuttings in process of putting on roots which will have to be potted soon. I harvested the babies from my chandelier cactus and probably have over a hundred little ones now growing fast. I put a layer of small gravel, followed by a layer of potting sand and topped with potting soil in a fish bowl (the 10 inch size) to start my cactus. The little florets can be sprinkled over the top of the soil and evened out with a wooden skewer. These thin little skewers have many uses in my indoor garden and have become my favorite tool.
I have collected many candle jars for growing my little plants. The glass allows better viewing of the moisture content of the soil and also holds the moisture to aid in the growing process. It means transplanting again after a month or so, but I have lost less starters with these little jars. Once the plants get big enough for transplanting, they are much hardier and have a better chance of survival. I have already separated some of the cacti and will get to the rest this weekend.
Another trick I have learned is to transplant into peat cups and place in an inverted plastic tray. I have two - one is a meat tray container from a get together. Placing the peat cups in the top of the tray and covering provides a greenhouse effect and keeps the cups, soil, and plants from drying out in the arid climate of the house. I can lift the whole container and place outside on the warm and sunny days for a treat for these small plants. This has worked well for me over the years and I carry more plants to spring.
These little plant filled jars are also great for gifting. For plant lovers, they make the perfect hostess gift and are a great thank you gift also. An unusual plant and one that is hard to find the chandelier cactus is perfect for someone who has everything. I know I sound like a salesperson, but I have developed an interest in these cactus. Each plant grows differently. Some grow tall and slender, tall with a thick stem, some drape over the side of the container and then swoop upward, some just hang over the side - they are all unique.
I have 7 or 8 slips from the banana trees that are thriving since coming inside. These little beauties don't like the cold. I thought I had lost three, but on bringing them in, they have greened right up and seem sturdy. i hope in a month I am not writing that I lost them all. I still have to get my Sago palms in, but they can withstand short term cold. They will come in over the weekend also, but it may mean we have to move out, as the plants are really starting to take up space.
Thank for dropping in and until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Teeth Gritting Pain
There are many causes for teeth gritting pain, but nothing can compare to the pain of gout. Yeah, it sounds like an old fashioned ailment old men once complained about, but it is very real and very painful - - AND it doesn't just effect men. Gout can occur in women after menopause.
Not being a doctor or connected to the medical field I can only relate what I have been told and what I have read. Gout is caused by a high level of uric acid in the body. I have been told that the uric acid causes small crystals to form in the joints which results in severe pain when these crystals rub against bone, tissue, and cartilage.
I have mixed feelings on how to avoid and treat because one article says gout is not caused by diet, yet the same article says that high purine foods, i.e., beef, seafood, some vegetables, beer, etc., cause a "flare up" of gout. So, I am left to wonder if this is not another pill pushing article. Those of you that have read some of my articles know that I hate pills and pill pushers. If that is the only treatment, fine, let's do it; but if there is a natural way, let's take that road first.
A close friend has been through all the prescribed medications only to get worse rather than better. His answer to this painful malady is celery. Two ribs of celery a day keeps the gout away! This past weekend, hubby started experiencing severe pain in his right big toe (usually the first place gout rears its ugly head). Overnight the condition worsened to the point of nothing could touch his toe - not the sheet on the bed or a sock on his foot. There was redness around the joint of the toe and the pain was severe. Hubby is not a pill taker either but was begging for ibuprofen. Our friend happened to stop by and confirmed that hubby had all the signs of gout. I pulled out the celery (which is definitely not one of hubby's favorites) and prepared myself to shove it down his throat if needed. Didn't have to do a thing but mix a little sour cream and Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing mix together and he ate as if there were no tomorrow.
I wish I could say it was instant relief, but it took another day of ibuprofen and several more ribs of celery. By Sunday night, he could rest without pain and could hobble a little faster with a loose shoe on his foot. Monday found us at the Medical Clinic where they confirmed it was gout. He is now eating 2 - 3 ribs of celery a day and doesn't even need the ranch dressing mix to get it down.
I can't begin to tell you what the celery has in it that works, but work it does. I have also read that celery is good for arthritis, asthma, bronchitis, muscle spasms, and a host of other common ailments. Long known as an effective diuretic, celery is a common vegetable readily available and simple to prepare. I love celery. Plain, stuffed with pimento cheese or peanut butter (which is a no no for gout sufferers), or dipped in your favorite sauce, celery is a much better alternative to pills.
I know one of the medications prescribed for gout is a poison and when taken must be closely monitored when prescribed to prevent damage to your body. I don't want to knowingly put poison in my system. There are some people allergic to the oils in the celery and must avoid even contact through handling. But if you are not in this category, eat celery! It is nutritious, tasty, and stops pain in the big toe!
More information and uses can be found at http://www.herbs2000.com/.
Happy reading!
Belle
Not being a doctor or connected to the medical field I can only relate what I have been told and what I have read. Gout is caused by a high level of uric acid in the body. I have been told that the uric acid causes small crystals to form in the joints which results in severe pain when these crystals rub against bone, tissue, and cartilage.
I have mixed feelings on how to avoid and treat because one article says gout is not caused by diet, yet the same article says that high purine foods, i.e., beef, seafood, some vegetables, beer, etc., cause a "flare up" of gout. So, I am left to wonder if this is not another pill pushing article. Those of you that have read some of my articles know that I hate pills and pill pushers. If that is the only treatment, fine, let's do it; but if there is a natural way, let's take that road first.
A close friend has been through all the prescribed medications only to get worse rather than better. His answer to this painful malady is celery. Two ribs of celery a day keeps the gout away! This past weekend, hubby started experiencing severe pain in his right big toe (usually the first place gout rears its ugly head). Overnight the condition worsened to the point of nothing could touch his toe - not the sheet on the bed or a sock on his foot. There was redness around the joint of the toe and the pain was severe. Hubby is not a pill taker either but was begging for ibuprofen. Our friend happened to stop by and confirmed that hubby had all the signs of gout. I pulled out the celery (which is definitely not one of hubby's favorites) and prepared myself to shove it down his throat if needed. Didn't have to do a thing but mix a little sour cream and Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing mix together and he ate as if there were no tomorrow.
I wish I could say it was instant relief, but it took another day of ibuprofen and several more ribs of celery. By Sunday night, he could rest without pain and could hobble a little faster with a loose shoe on his foot. Monday found us at the Medical Clinic where they confirmed it was gout. He is now eating 2 - 3 ribs of celery a day and doesn't even need the ranch dressing mix to get it down.
I can't begin to tell you what the celery has in it that works, but work it does. I have also read that celery is good for arthritis, asthma, bronchitis, muscle spasms, and a host of other common ailments. Long known as an effective diuretic, celery is a common vegetable readily available and simple to prepare. I love celery. Plain, stuffed with pimento cheese or peanut butter (which is a no no for gout sufferers), or dipped in your favorite sauce, celery is a much better alternative to pills.
I know one of the medications prescribed for gout is a poison and when taken must be closely monitored when prescribed to prevent damage to your body. I don't want to knowingly put poison in my system. There are some people allergic to the oils in the celery and must avoid even contact through handling. But if you are not in this category, eat celery! It is nutritious, tasty, and stops pain in the big toe!
More information and uses can be found at http://www.herbs2000.com/.
Happy reading!
Belle
Monday, November 8, 2010
No Way!
There is no way I see myself as "old". That is why when putting all our treasures out on Friday morning for a yard sale this weekend, I jumped on the stationary bike when challenged by my granddaughter. She was tearing up the CardioGlide, so I was trying to tear up the bike. Every time I tried to stop, my little angel wanted just a little bit longer Nanna. Oh what a bad mistake! I rode like the wind and it actually felt pretty good.
Oh my, after all the treasures were set out and I settled on the porch with a cup of coffee and a book to wait for our first customers, the knee started feeling just a mite tight. Then I tried to stand - it didn't work! The pain was horrendous, the knee wouldn't bend and all I could manage was a hobble.
Thank goodness for ibuprofen. I took a couple and settled back down. Thank goodness my daughter was there to help because I couldn't have made many trips up and down those steps nor sit in the yard with the cold wind blowing. I hobbled and griped for the rest of the day, sure it was a temporary thing and caused by the lack of exercise. Well, here it is Monday and while I can hobble faster once I get started, the knee is still a mite swollen and tender.
Have you looked in the mirror and wondered who the person was looking back? In your mind do you see you as you actually look or do you see the person that was? I don't think any of us see ourselves as we are, but as we were at a younger age. Some days I feel almost 60 and others I feel 35. I am learning, sometimes the hard way, that I can't do what I use to do and sometimes it is better not to try. Am I giving in to my old age - no way! In fact, I put the stationary bike on the porch and intend to ride every day - not a lot, but some. I think I can limber that knee up after it gets over the shock and probably ride as long as the granddaughter by Spring.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Update
I only told part of the story in the above post, so here's the rest of the tale. On Saturday, some girls I graduated with planned a get-together. There were several people that couldn't make it to our class reunion in June and we all really wanted to get together. Help was coming to relieve me and to help daughter with the yard sale, so I was really looking forward to some fun and memory recall. When the time came for me to get ready, however, I could not walk without a noticeable limp and getting in and out of a chair was impossible. Yes, my kids laughed at me, but there was no way I was going to see the girls from school, when all I could do was limp around! Already feeling ancient, I couldn't limp into the restaurant where everyone looks years younger than me anyway. Vanity is silly I know, but that is what kept me from an enjoyable afternoon with old friends. Hopefully we can all get together again and this time I will sit on my duff so I will be prepared.
Now I have set the record straight. Girls, forgive me for missing what I am sure was a fun time. Let's try again soon.
Love to all!
Belle
Oh my, after all the treasures were set out and I settled on the porch with a cup of coffee and a book to wait for our first customers, the knee started feeling just a mite tight. Then I tried to stand - it didn't work! The pain was horrendous, the knee wouldn't bend and all I could manage was a hobble.
Thank goodness for ibuprofen. I took a couple and settled back down. Thank goodness my daughter was there to help because I couldn't have made many trips up and down those steps nor sit in the yard with the cold wind blowing. I hobbled and griped for the rest of the day, sure it was a temporary thing and caused by the lack of exercise. Well, here it is Monday and while I can hobble faster once I get started, the knee is still a mite swollen and tender.
Have you looked in the mirror and wondered who the person was looking back? In your mind do you see you as you actually look or do you see the person that was? I don't think any of us see ourselves as we are, but as we were at a younger age. Some days I feel almost 60 and others I feel 35. I am learning, sometimes the hard way, that I can't do what I use to do and sometimes it is better not to try. Am I giving in to my old age - no way! In fact, I put the stationary bike on the porch and intend to ride every day - not a lot, but some. I think I can limber that knee up after it gets over the shock and probably ride as long as the granddaughter by Spring.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Update
I only told part of the story in the above post, so here's the rest of the tale. On Saturday, some girls I graduated with planned a get-together. There were several people that couldn't make it to our class reunion in June and we all really wanted to get together. Help was coming to relieve me and to help daughter with the yard sale, so I was really looking forward to some fun and memory recall. When the time came for me to get ready, however, I could not walk without a noticeable limp and getting in and out of a chair was impossible. Yes, my kids laughed at me, but there was no way I was going to see the girls from school, when all I could do was limp around! Already feeling ancient, I couldn't limp into the restaurant where everyone looks years younger than me anyway. Vanity is silly I know, but that is what kept me from an enjoyable afternoon with old friends. Hopefully we can all get together again and this time I will sit on my duff so I will be prepared.
Now I have set the record straight. Girls, forgive me for missing what I am sure was a fun time. Let's try again soon.
Love to all!
Belle
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I thoroughly enjoyed my "Girlfriends in God" devotional this morning. It sent me to my Bible to read the last chapter. It reinforces all the promises of God and yes, it tells us everything ends as God has promised. If you get a chance today, visit "Girlfriends In God".
Big yard sale this weekend with goodies from multiple households. Hope people find the treasures among what we consider our junk. I am a pack rat and so are some of the participants of our sale, so there is no telling what you will turn up that you can't live without. I really enjoy "yard sales". I get to visit with neighbors who are too busy with their own lives to visit and I always meet new friends. It will be cold this weekend so the coffee will be flowing.
It seems to get further and further between visits of my daughter and her family. I get needy after a few weeks and sometimes my heart pines to touch my grandchildren. They still have that great child smell when you hug them and your chin hits the top of their heads. Their little arms - some getting longer- wrap around your waist and squeeze - it is the best feeling in the world.
I am once again getting in the sewing mood, so I hope to be turning out "something to die for" in the next few weeks. Hopefully I will get creative between now and then. Daughter has already gotten her customized Christmas stockings going and has received several orders. The year has flown by and it is closing on the end of another year.
Thanksgiving is right around the corner, I am so excited to see all the family once again. As time passes we seem to move hither and yon and don't stay in touch as we go about our business. Nephew is gracing us with some new recipes again this year and I am delighted to test his creations. There is so much to be thankful for this year. It has had its ups and downs, but as in the Bible, everything turned out okay.
Feeding a bunch of bikers a pot of chili for dinner, so I must get to it. Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Big yard sale this weekend with goodies from multiple households. Hope people find the treasures among what we consider our junk. I am a pack rat and so are some of the participants of our sale, so there is no telling what you will turn up that you can't live without. I really enjoy "yard sales". I get to visit with neighbors who are too busy with their own lives to visit and I always meet new friends. It will be cold this weekend so the coffee will be flowing.
It seems to get further and further between visits of my daughter and her family. I get needy after a few weeks and sometimes my heart pines to touch my grandchildren. They still have that great child smell when you hug them and your chin hits the top of their heads. Their little arms - some getting longer- wrap around your waist and squeeze - it is the best feeling in the world.
I am once again getting in the sewing mood, so I hope to be turning out "something to die for" in the next few weeks. Hopefully I will get creative between now and then. Daughter has already gotten her customized Christmas stockings going and has received several orders. The year has flown by and it is closing on the end of another year.
Thanksgiving is right around the corner, I am so excited to see all the family once again. As time passes we seem to move hither and yon and don't stay in touch as we go about our business. Nephew is gracing us with some new recipes again this year and I am delighted to test his creations. There is so much to be thankful for this year. It has had its ups and downs, but as in the Bible, everything turned out okay.
Feeding a bunch of bikers a pot of chili for dinner, so I must get to it. Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Trip Almost to the Mountains
At one time on the weekend closest to my Mom's Birthday (the middle of October) we made the annual trip to see the leaves. Those were in simpler times when taking a ride to see something new was exciting and fulfilling. Oh well, times do change and we must change with them or get left behind. I haven't made that trip in quite a few years until this weekend.
The Moonshine Festival is an annual event for the people in the Dawsonville area. The town was as loaded as the old moonshine runner's vehicles that we saw on display. There were also the runner's of the runners better known at the time as "the revenuers". Many interesting vehicles outfitted to their task of either hauling the shine or catching the haulers. Being the hometown of racer Bill Elliot, there was many old racing cars on display also. It was the Mother of Old Car Shows.
Many talented people displayed their arts and I had my first feel of the Crystal marbles or jewels. They were soft and moist, not at all what you expect when you reach to pick them up and the automatic jerking back of the hand takes place as it comes in contact with these little jewels. Very novel idea for plants and flowers as these little jewels retain moisture very well and for long periods of time keeping their marble shape without going flat or getting squishy. There were loads of woodworking items, furniture and carved decor.
Food booths were everywhere and if I had not been careful I would have left looking (and feeling) like a blimp. Spicy boiled peanuts seemed the hit of the day as well as spicy pork rinds. My lips are still tingling, but they were delicious.
My highlight of the trip was my granddaughter and her clogging team. They were absolutely wonderful. With their wonderful costumes they danced all over the stage with smiles on their faces and the bows in their hair. The swishing of their crinolines under their skirts and the clickety clack of their shoes was so inspiring and fit in completely with the theme of the festival. I so enjoyed watching the results of my granddaughters long hours of practice. Oh, yes. My daughter clogged also, and she was almost as good as her daughter.
Dawsonville is a nice small friendly town just north of Atlanta at the foothills of the smokies. The leaves have started to turn there and some of the trees displayed a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, golds and the deep wine colors that always sets the others off. It was an enjoyable trip and full of fun.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
The Moonshine Festival is an annual event for the people in the Dawsonville area. The town was as loaded as the old moonshine runner's vehicles that we saw on display. There were also the runner's of the runners better known at the time as "the revenuers". Many interesting vehicles outfitted to their task of either hauling the shine or catching the haulers. Being the hometown of racer Bill Elliot, there was many old racing cars on display also. It was the Mother of Old Car Shows.
Many talented people displayed their arts and I had my first feel of the Crystal marbles or jewels. They were soft and moist, not at all what you expect when you reach to pick them up and the automatic jerking back of the hand takes place as it comes in contact with these little jewels. Very novel idea for plants and flowers as these little jewels retain moisture very well and for long periods of time keeping their marble shape without going flat or getting squishy. There were loads of woodworking items, furniture and carved decor.
Food booths were everywhere and if I had not been careful I would have left looking (and feeling) like a blimp. Spicy boiled peanuts seemed the hit of the day as well as spicy pork rinds. My lips are still tingling, but they were delicious.
My highlight of the trip was my granddaughter and her clogging team. They were absolutely wonderful. With their wonderful costumes they danced all over the stage with smiles on their faces and the bows in their hair. The swishing of their crinolines under their skirts and the clickety clack of their shoes was so inspiring and fit in completely with the theme of the festival. I so enjoyed watching the results of my granddaughters long hours of practice. Oh, yes. My daughter clogged also, and she was almost as good as her daughter.
Dawsonville is a nice small friendly town just north of Atlanta at the foothills of the smokies. The leaves have started to turn there and some of the trees displayed a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, golds and the deep wine colors that always sets the others off. It was an enjoyable trip and full of fun.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Friday, October 22, 2010
Acknowlege vs Acceptance
There is a gift sitting on your table. You know it is there, therefore you acknowledge its existence. You walk by it everyday, you dust around the edges, but you don't open the package. One day you are ready. You sit down and remove the ribbon and paper. Now you have accepted your gift.
This is much like the gift from God of his Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Many acknowledge the gift of the Savior, but few accept this gift from God. There are still many that are not aware of the gift. The Savior is there, waiting for our acceptance. The joys, blessings and comforts from this gift is life changing. Don't wait too long to open your gift.
This is much like the gift from God of his Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Many acknowledge the gift of the Savior, but few accept this gift from God. There are still many that are not aware of the gift. The Savior is there, waiting for our acceptance. The joys, blessings and comforts from this gift is life changing. Don't wait too long to open your gift.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Chicken update II
I tried to give you a break on my chicken tales, but can't hold back any longer!
Olive green eggs arrived last week (I may have mentioned these) and today, dear hubby came flying in the house with 2 olive green eggs, found not in the coop, but in holes in the dirt of the floor of the barn. Chickens, as most poultry do, love to dust their feathers in the dirt. The Black Giants (that is the way they were sold) have both started laying and the eggs are so unusual on the outside, but same old egg on the inside. They are as large as the Rhode Island Red's eggs, but have a beautiful olive green tint.
Bless their hearts, they look just like a baby buzzard, but if you can get by their looks they are really sweet birds. As the days are getting shorter the number of eggs will get less. Chickens lay according to their light intake and I don't keep a light on my birds, so when the days get shorter and they get less light, I get less eggs.
I was a little late the other day in feeding the birds and the old rooster had already gone to his roosting stick. As I poured the laying mash in the feeder, he swooped down on me. Luckily I was anticipating his ire and quickly twisted to the side thereby foiling his attempts to do me in. He is getting more ornery with age, but still knows where his food comes from. He just has to try me once in a while.
My little yard birds which are almost as big as their mom, are running around on their own now. They have learned they can venture away from mom and still be safe, but if cornered will squawk and fly right to her side. They are so fun to watch.
I am not getting much of that yard work done, but it is still on my "to do" list. The more I have on my list, the less I seem to get accomplished, but so is life. The harder we peddle the steeper the hill.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Olive green eggs arrived last week (I may have mentioned these) and today, dear hubby came flying in the house with 2 olive green eggs, found not in the coop, but in holes in the dirt of the floor of the barn. Chickens, as most poultry do, love to dust their feathers in the dirt. The Black Giants (that is the way they were sold) have both started laying and the eggs are so unusual on the outside, but same old egg on the inside. They are as large as the Rhode Island Red's eggs, but have a beautiful olive green tint.
Bless their hearts, they look just like a baby buzzard, but if you can get by their looks they are really sweet birds. As the days are getting shorter the number of eggs will get less. Chickens lay according to their light intake and I don't keep a light on my birds, so when the days get shorter and they get less light, I get less eggs.
I was a little late the other day in feeding the birds and the old rooster had already gone to his roosting stick. As I poured the laying mash in the feeder, he swooped down on me. Luckily I was anticipating his ire and quickly twisted to the side thereby foiling his attempts to do me in. He is getting more ornery with age, but still knows where his food comes from. He just has to try me once in a while.
My little yard birds which are almost as big as their mom, are running around on their own now. They have learned they can venture away from mom and still be safe, but if cornered will squawk and fly right to her side. They are so fun to watch.
I am not getting much of that yard work done, but it is still on my "to do" list. The more I have on my list, the less I seem to get accomplished, but so is life. The harder we peddle the steeper the hill.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Happy Birthday Mom!
Born the youngest child in a family of four children in 1932, Mom is celebrating her birthday today. She looks outstanding and is still young at heart. Life has not always been good to her, but she has always picked herself up and carried on with her life. I know she gets lonely as in the past few years she lost her last sister and brother, but she stays in touch with what is left.
Never a big reader, she has taken to Karen Kingsbury's books and likes to read them in order for each series. She gets very frustrated with us providers when we can't find a complete series or a certain book she hasn't read. She calls herself "going to bed early" so she can read in peace and quiet in her room.
I bought her a "goody" bag today filled with all those special little things she doesn't buy for herself. She can pamper herself to no end, then lay in bed and read while snacking on chocolate covered almonds. She has earned the treats and the time of rest.
Mom, thanks for all you have done and I hope your day has been special! Happy Birthday, Mom!
Never a big reader, she has taken to Karen Kingsbury's books and likes to read them in order for each series. She gets very frustrated with us providers when we can't find a complete series or a certain book she hasn't read. She calls herself "going to bed early" so she can read in peace and quiet in her room.
I bought her a "goody" bag today filled with all those special little things she doesn't buy for herself. She can pamper herself to no end, then lay in bed and read while snacking on chocolate covered almonds. She has earned the treats and the time of rest.
Mom, thanks for all you have done and I hope your day has been special! Happy Birthday, Mom!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Oh my! I was taking stock of the front yard yesterday afternoon, planning what needs to be done and what needs to be left alone. Low and behold, there at the end of the gutter at the downspout were two pretty little pines trees, sprouted and growing as pretty as you please. Well, that is a sure sign to get it in gear and clean the gutters out. The only problem is that end of the house is about 20 feet to the gutter and I will not climb that far without proper supervision. So, a good excuse to put it off until I can find a responsible person to take care of that problem - usually my son.
I have to clean some dead and damaged limbs out of the pear trees. These trees have been here over fifty years and have to be petted and pampered at this stage. My pears had some kind of blight last year, previously mentioned here, but they seem to have recovered from this. This year the squirrels feasted on the blooms and the nuts from the baby pears dropping them to the ground for the rabbits to feast on as they came along. Therefore, I had no pears this year either, which makes for two years in a row there will be no preserves. I am thinking I am feeding God's creatures more than keeping food in the pantry.
There are many changes taking place in all our lives and this takes adjustments and reorganizing. I am thankful for all of God's blessing for all time, but especially over the last few months. I am thankful for God hearing and answering our prayers when our cousins serving this country were concerned. One cousin arrived home safe and sound from Iraq this week. Thank you sweet Jesus!
My redneck chihuahuas are having quite a time adjusting to the drastic change in temperatures we have experienced over the last 3 weeks. They have returned to their cuddle mode for warmth and have been spending more time inside. They love the hot sun of summer, but that is passed and they are now waiting for me to build the first fire of fall so they can warm their backsides.
Have much to do so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I have to clean some dead and damaged limbs out of the pear trees. These trees have been here over fifty years and have to be petted and pampered at this stage. My pears had some kind of blight last year, previously mentioned here, but they seem to have recovered from this. This year the squirrels feasted on the blooms and the nuts from the baby pears dropping them to the ground for the rabbits to feast on as they came along. Therefore, I had no pears this year either, which makes for two years in a row there will be no preserves. I am thinking I am feeding God's creatures more than keeping food in the pantry.
There are many changes taking place in all our lives and this takes adjustments and reorganizing. I am thankful for all of God's blessing for all time, but especially over the last few months. I am thankful for God hearing and answering our prayers when our cousins serving this country were concerned. One cousin arrived home safe and sound from Iraq this week. Thank you sweet Jesus!
My redneck chihuahuas are having quite a time adjusting to the drastic change in temperatures we have experienced over the last 3 weeks. They have returned to their cuddle mode for warmth and have been spending more time inside. They love the hot sun of summer, but that is passed and they are now waiting for me to build the first fire of fall so they can warm their backsides.
Have much to do so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Thank you, my friend!
Our family is large with extended cousins, aunts, uncles and the very dear in-laws. Today one of those cousins went home. I know his wife, children, grandchildren, sister and brother will miss him greatly. He was a heck of a man. Always ready with a warm friendly smile with joy in his eyes. He was as comfortable in his judges robes as he was in his jeans and flannels, as comfortable behind the bench as he was on his farm.
I will miss the laughter and joy that we all shared. I thank you Jim for the joy and happiness that we shared and the love of family that keep us all together. Our family is growing with youth but we are losing much of our history as is the way of the life.
You will always be remembered and many memories shared and always it will be done with a smile and a warm heart.
I will miss the laughter and joy that we all shared. I thank you Jim for the joy and happiness that we shared and the love of family that keep us all together. Our family is growing with youth but we are losing much of our history as is the way of the life.
You will always be remembered and many memories shared and always it will be done with a smile and a warm heart.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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Christians
I just received an email stating that 86% of Americans are Christian and encouraging Christians to stand up for keeping God in our country via the pledge ofallegiance, In God We Trust on our coins, prayer in our schools and school events and all the other ways that OUR government is trying to cater to the non believers by removing God from out country.
As Christians we have prayed for peace, for love, for understanding, for acceptance and yet what we fail to realize is that Christians have been fighting throughout the ages for the right to worship and not become slaves to believers of other religions. Yes, I said fighting - not turning the other cheek. We all wish for and pray for peace and harmony throughout the world, but that is not happening. There comes a time when we must be prepared to fight for our beliefs.
Am I a radical? Goodness no, but I am willing to give my life so that the Christian belief and way of life can survive.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
As Christians we have prayed for peace, for love, for understanding, for acceptance and yet what we fail to realize is that Christians have been fighting throughout the ages for the right to worship and not become slaves to believers of other religions. Yes, I said fighting - not turning the other cheek. We all wish for and pray for peace and harmony throughout the world, but that is not happening. There comes a time when we must be prepared to fight for our beliefs.
Am I a radical? Goodness no, but I am willing to give my life so that the Christian belief and way of life can survive.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Monday, September 27, 2010
God's World
We didn't have any measurable rain for 5 weeks. A mist once when a large cloud passed to our south, but that only made us hunger for something more substantial. And finally on Sunday, God sent a blessing with more than 3 inches of cleansing rain and then again this afternoon a good shower!
That is what is meant by God's time. Sometimes we know what we need, we just need to be patient and wait. God provides in his own time. Sometimes we think we know what we need, but God knows what our future holds and he provides what we need when we need it. We are suppose to turn our lives over to Him and trust Him to handle our problems, needs, and desires, but we are such a demanding people. We don't have time to wait. Like small children, we want what we want when we want it. Patience is the one thing I continually pray for in my life. I need to wait for God and know he will lead me in the direction he wants me to go.
The air is much cooler after the rain this afternoon and I am hoping that tomorrow I can get back to the yard work and the many things I have neglected in my outside world. I have been so anxious for the cooler temperatures, but know by the end of the year I will once again be anticipating the warm sun on my face and the ability to spend hours outside without being bundled up.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
That is what is meant by God's time. Sometimes we know what we need, we just need to be patient and wait. God provides in his own time. Sometimes we think we know what we need, but God knows what our future holds and he provides what we need when we need it. We are suppose to turn our lives over to Him and trust Him to handle our problems, needs, and desires, but we are such a demanding people. We don't have time to wait. Like small children, we want what we want when we want it. Patience is the one thing I continually pray for in my life. I need to wait for God and know he will lead me in the direction he wants me to go.
The air is much cooler after the rain this afternoon and I am hoping that tomorrow I can get back to the yard work and the many things I have neglected in my outside world. I have been so anxious for the cooler temperatures, but know by the end of the year I will once again be anticipating the warm sun on my face and the ability to spend hours outside without being bundled up.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Friday, September 24, 2010
I Hated It
I really hated it! Not the writing, it was fine, but the story was horrible. It made me hurt and I normally do not read books that hurt my heart.
"My Sister's Keeper" written by Jodi Picoult is the book. It is the first I have read of Picoult's works and if this is indicative of her story lines, it will be the last. The book was left for me by my daughter who with a look of consternation on her face said you really need to read this, but I need to tell you it will touch you. I should have known. She knows me so well. I waited a few days to pick it up.
First let me say this, I don't like to read books about children being killed or being really sick. I love kids and I am soft hearted where they are concerned. I have put many a book aside and never picked it back up when the first chapter contained the death or fatal sickness of a child. Okay, I may be a wimp, but that is me.
Back to the book. Picoult covers all the emotions of the members of a family in which a child has an aggressive form of leukemia and she doesn't stop there. Picoult delves into the emotions of others who become involved with this family and so she tells her tale. Revealing the strengths and weaknesses of all involved, she weaves her tale in such a way you can't put the book down, but you don't want to go forward. So complex with issues that have no decent resolution, the story keeps you riveted.
Not for the soft hearted, but a good read that makes you delve into moral and ethical issues most of us never have to experience.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
"My Sister's Keeper" written by Jodi Picoult is the book. It is the first I have read of Picoult's works and if this is indicative of her story lines, it will be the last. The book was left for me by my daughter who with a look of consternation on her face said you really need to read this, but I need to tell you it will touch you. I should have known. She knows me so well. I waited a few days to pick it up.
First let me say this, I don't like to read books about children being killed or being really sick. I love kids and I am soft hearted where they are concerned. I have put many a book aside and never picked it back up when the first chapter contained the death or fatal sickness of a child. Okay, I may be a wimp, but that is me.
Back to the book. Picoult covers all the emotions of the members of a family in which a child has an aggressive form of leukemia and she doesn't stop there. Picoult delves into the emotions of others who become involved with this family and so she tells her tale. Revealing the strengths and weaknesses of all involved, she weaves her tale in such a way you can't put the book down, but you don't want to go forward. So complex with issues that have no decent resolution, the story keeps you riveted.
Not for the soft hearted, but a good read that makes you delve into moral and ethical issues most of us never have to experience.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Interesting Site
A friend I share recipes among other things with found this site today when looking for a recipe for canned peanuts.
Check it out and if you have a recipe for the canned peanuts let me know.
http://www.hungrybrowser.com/phaedrus/archives.htm
Check it out and if you have a recipe for the canned peanuts let me know.
http://www.hungrybrowser.com/phaedrus/archives.htm
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Catch up
Enjoyed a quick but joy filled visit with my daughter, my son, my nephew and their families. The babies are growing so fast these days and I am blessed to get to see them frequently to watch the changes that are taking place. There is no bigger changes than the first few months after "regular" or "real" school starts and they are exposed to the magic of learning and the meeting of new people. The exposure to the way others live and learn is a great part of the learning process.
Our small town enjoyed an annual festival this weekend of which I chose not to attend. It is still a little on the warm side for me to be out with thousands of pushing and shoving people all trying to avoid the heat and still the wonderful creations that might be new to this years event. Once in a while a new vendor will show up with something new and different and really cause a stir, but over the years we see the return of those we have seen many times before. I do miss the basket weavers that create their wares as we stand and watch. I could watch them for hours.
This week, and yes I know I am behind, I will dig up the hostas and divide them and hope I get enough crowns to have a beautiful grouping next spring. I have to move 9 crowns that are getting way too much sun and place them in a shaded area. The sun blistered most of them until they looked horrible in mid summer, but I should have known better than to expose them to full sun. They will have more shade next year and hopefully be as full and beautiful all summer as they were this spring.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Our small town enjoyed an annual festival this weekend of which I chose not to attend. It is still a little on the warm side for me to be out with thousands of pushing and shoving people all trying to avoid the heat and still the wonderful creations that might be new to this years event. Once in a while a new vendor will show up with something new and different and really cause a stir, but over the years we see the return of those we have seen many times before. I do miss the basket weavers that create their wares as we stand and watch. I could watch them for hours.
This week, and yes I know I am behind, I will dig up the hostas and divide them and hope I get enough crowns to have a beautiful grouping next spring. I have to move 9 crowns that are getting way too much sun and place them in a shaded area. The sun blistered most of them until they looked horrible in mid summer, but I should have known better than to expose them to full sun. They will have more shade next year and hopefully be as full and beautiful all summer as they were this spring.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Seasons
Goodness gracious, my body gets so confused this time of year! The days start off cool and comfortable with slight breezes blowing through, then wham! the temperatures rise to the mid 90s with air thick with humidity. Fall is on the way, I have to adjust, and in just a couple of months I will be dreaming of warm weather once again! So is life!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Cooking On My Mind
The cooler mornings stirs my craving to start a pot of soup and something to take care of my sweet tooth. Some delicious Broccoli and Cheese or flavorful Potato Soup would really be yummy. I have promised Dad for two weeks a pot of vegetable soup and that would work wonders also. The smell of onions, celery and garlic in a rich chicken broth gets the saliva flowing and comforts the mind and body.
I discussed with my nephew this week - he is a great Paula Dean fan - possibilities for our Thanksgiving Dinner. He is a wonderful cook and always surprises us with his delicious creations. I thought I might need to give him a heads up so he could start planning which dishes he would like to bring. I know, we still have two and half months to go, but I told you these cool mornings get me going. I can already taste the cranberry salad with the cream cheese and pecans just flowing over my taste buds and bringing a smile to my face.
I think I will bake more bread this year also. It isn't good for the waistline, but it is a sure stress reliever and makes me happy. There is nothing better than a good sweetbread fresh from the bread machine. Yes, I cheat! That machine can bring forth the same delectable aromas and the wonderful taste as my mixing and kneading ever thought about and in much less time.
I haven't checked the pecan trees this year, but I am hoping that we have a decent crop. Some toasted pecans drizzled with butter would be real good about now, but the time is not too far away. The squirrels not only raped my corn feeders this year but also took every pear off three trees and got most of the plums to boot. Anything with a seed was fair game this year for those little varmints and I intend on getting some back in the form of squirrel dumplings in the not too distant future. They are nice and plump after a summer filled with eating.
Well, I think it is time to start the potato soup so I will leave you with your thoughts for now. Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I discussed with my nephew this week - he is a great Paula Dean fan - possibilities for our Thanksgiving Dinner. He is a wonderful cook and always surprises us with his delicious creations. I thought I might need to give him a heads up so he could start planning which dishes he would like to bring. I know, we still have two and half months to go, but I told you these cool mornings get me going. I can already taste the cranberry salad with the cream cheese and pecans just flowing over my taste buds and bringing a smile to my face.
I think I will bake more bread this year also. It isn't good for the waistline, but it is a sure stress reliever and makes me happy. There is nothing better than a good sweetbread fresh from the bread machine. Yes, I cheat! That machine can bring forth the same delectable aromas and the wonderful taste as my mixing and kneading ever thought about and in much less time.
I haven't checked the pecan trees this year, but I am hoping that we have a decent crop. Some toasted pecans drizzled with butter would be real good about now, but the time is not too far away. The squirrels not only raped my corn feeders this year but also took every pear off three trees and got most of the plums to boot. Anything with a seed was fair game this year for those little varmints and I intend on getting some back in the form of squirrel dumplings in the not too distant future. They are nice and plump after a summer filled with eating.
Well, I think it is time to start the potato soup so I will leave you with your thoughts for now. Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Cobbler
I have the taste for some peach cobbler! Easy to make
One stick of butter (melt in a glass baking dish in the microwave)
One cup of sugar, one cup of flour, one cup of milk - stir together well until smooth
Pour three to four cups of fruit into melted butter, add milk/flour/sugar batter - do not stir
Bake in 375 - 400 degree oven for about 45 minutes or until golden brown. Yummy!
One stick of butter (melt in a glass baking dish in the microwave)
One cup of sugar, one cup of flour, one cup of milk - stir together well until smooth
Pour three to four cups of fruit into melted butter, add milk/flour/sugar batter - do not stir
Bake in 375 - 400 degree oven for about 45 minutes or until golden brown. Yummy!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
What A Hoot!
My sister and I were raised by my Dad as his "boys" - no joke! There is so much to do on the farm and not the first chore at our house was labeled "male" or "female", they were all just chores and had to be done. I say that to say this.
I received a phone call from my Dad this morning. He ask what I was doing and I told him I was doing some writing. Then he ask what I had on. Well, then I hesitated, and asked for a repeat. Well, he just chuckled and told me to put on some old clothes and come over. Nope, not on your life! I ask "Why?" . Well, I need you to take the tire off Mama's van so I can plug it. I told him to hold on I would be there in a little bit. Nope - wasn't gonna happen! I am no longer his "boy" and at 59 years of age, this old lady don't do tires.
Last summer he suckered me into coming over to hold a light for him and I ended up under the lawn mower! I just can't do that stuff anymore, but he doesn't understand cause I am still 26 years younger than he is and he would do it himself if he could just get down there so he could reach it. We sure have let him down!
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I received a phone call from my Dad this morning. He ask what I was doing and I told him I was doing some writing. Then he ask what I had on. Well, then I hesitated, and asked for a repeat. Well, he just chuckled and told me to put on some old clothes and come over. Nope, not on your life! I ask "Why?" . Well, I need you to take the tire off Mama's van so I can plug it. I told him to hold on I would be there in a little bit. Nope - wasn't gonna happen! I am no longer his "boy" and at 59 years of age, this old lady don't do tires.
Last summer he suckered me into coming over to hold a light for him and I ended up under the lawn mower! I just can't do that stuff anymore, but he doesn't understand cause I am still 26 years younger than he is and he would do it himself if he could just get down there so he could reach it. We sure have let him down!
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Labor Day Weekend
The end of so much and the beginning of much more. This is the last holiday of the summer season. Will you be dove hunting on Saturday or trying to get in a final swim for this season, a quick weekend trip or a start on your fall camping early?
Kids are coming off the mountain for the weekend and spend some time with Nanna. I am looking forward to seeing them again before their holy days start and trek off to their feast site. It has really hit home how little time one has when little ones are in school and have a strict schedule to which they must adhere. I guess it has been a few years and I had forgotten how little time there is between getting off work and time for bed.
My grandchildren have a play room at our house. I try to enter this room about every two weeks - it can be a danger zone. The kids are not destructive, just very creative and the girls favorite game is dress up. We are big on passing down clothing and it seems the playroom is the central depository for the clothes in transition. Three weeks ago I trekked upstairs to straighten the playroon to find that something was blocking the door. Not knowing what was holding the door, I cracked it a little and ran my hand along the edge to see what was wedged behind it, only to find clothes, clothes and more clothes! Clothes covered every inch of the floor and the beds, but their "stage" (an old trunk I found at an estate sale) was clean as a whistle. There were a few building blocks and baby dolls under the bed, but these girls had every stitch of hand-me-down clothing scattered all over the room.
The fashion show that they can grace us with is astounding and brings me much joy. Already at their young ages you can see their style and taste in each outfit they put together. They can entertain themselves (and us) for hours and they have so much fun!
Hubby has plans to fill the smoker up with good eats and we plan to enjoy family and friends for the weekend. I hope all of you have a safe and happy holiday! I am already planning for Thanksgiving and another big get together!
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Kids are coming off the mountain for the weekend and spend some time with Nanna. I am looking forward to seeing them again before their holy days start and trek off to their feast site. It has really hit home how little time one has when little ones are in school and have a strict schedule to which they must adhere. I guess it has been a few years and I had forgotten how little time there is between getting off work and time for bed.
My grandchildren have a play room at our house. I try to enter this room about every two weeks - it can be a danger zone. The kids are not destructive, just very creative and the girls favorite game is dress up. We are big on passing down clothing and it seems the playroom is the central depository for the clothes in transition. Three weeks ago I trekked upstairs to straighten the playroon to find that something was blocking the door. Not knowing what was holding the door, I cracked it a little and ran my hand along the edge to see what was wedged behind it, only to find clothes, clothes and more clothes! Clothes covered every inch of the floor and the beds, but their "stage" (an old trunk I found at an estate sale) was clean as a whistle. There were a few building blocks and baby dolls under the bed, but these girls had every stitch of hand-me-down clothing scattered all over the room.
The fashion show that they can grace us with is astounding and brings me much joy. Already at their young ages you can see their style and taste in each outfit they put together. They can entertain themselves (and us) for hours and they have so much fun!
Hubby has plans to fill the smoker up with good eats and we plan to enjoy family and friends for the weekend. I hope all of you have a safe and happy holiday! I am already planning for Thanksgiving and another big get together!
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Sixty Years
Today is my parents anniversary, their sixtieth anniversay! That is a long time to live with someone - anyone. I salute them for sticking it out! It was not always fun and games. There were good times and bad, sickness and health, poor times and times of plenty. They kept their vows and remained steadfast to their life partner.
Happy anniversary Mom and Dad!
Happy anniversary Mom and Dad!
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