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Well, the last few days have been interesting.  Friday, we headed out.  We had to leave early, and I reminded David that it *always* takes us an hour to get going.  Always.  Without fail.  Usually, he forgets that and gets flustered.  This time he remembered, and it took a bit longer because we forgot dog stuff.  Like collars and food bowls.  Oops!  On the trip home, I went to get out of the car to help and stepped right on ice.  I don’t think I’ve ever fallen so quickly!  Boom!  Flat on my back.  I think I spent the rest of the day in shock (and pain…sigh).

So, we got our load, which David Tetrisized within an inch of his life.  No one thought it was possible to get two sedans and two big pick-ups in our trailer, but he did it!  And we got started.  We got as far as Indianapolis Friday night.  I was asleep early, recovering from my fall, so didn’t notice the weather.  Saturday I started the day driving and along about the middle of Illinois noticed that ALL the trees were coated in ice.  Fortunately, they have good road service in Illinois, so the roads were relatively dry.  There were some places of hardpack snow, but mostly dry and clear. This was my first winter driving in the big truck.   I saw at least three dozen cars in the median and in ditches, and six big rigs.  Travel slowed to a stop at one point while all the Lookie Lous slowed down to see the first two big rigs, which had gone into the median together.  I only took this picture because I was stopped.

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icy trees

It was icy for over 100 miles.  Pretty, but crazy.  We got into Missouri and I was done for the day, just a few miles short of the 400 miles I was aiming for.  The truck stop was frozen, encased in 1/2″ of ice, and the fuel pumps weren’t working.  Other drivers told David the road (I55) was closed just 5 miles down.

ice truck


ice bud

So, we took the fabled “Back Way” and headed off through the country.  The roads were like washboards of ice.  Traffic was practically non-existent, and David swears he can drive forever on ice as long as there are no other people to worry about.  It still took us 8 hours to get 300 miles, and we stopped in Arkansas for the night.   According to the weather folks, this is what the storm looked like…



Where the word “worst” is – that was our path.  We got off I55 and angled down to Little Rock.  Icky icky icky.  And I’m glad I slept, sorta, through it.






This was the morning view in Arkansas.  I’m pretty sure there were eight of them.  I’m saying there were eight.  So there.  🙂



I caught them leaving, as well.  There was one little buck trying to head butt all the others.  He reminded me of Tucker.  The roads were dry and clear and the temp just at 32.  We didn’t know what exactly to expect, though, so David drove.



I knit (Madeline Tosh Sock in Robin’s Nest, if you’re interested, and I’m knitting this).  And took lots of pictures that didn’t turn out really great because it was so very overcast all day long.

We were a few hours late for our delivery, which wasn’t bad considering the ice storm. The other driver going to the same place with 4 big pick-ups took another route and got shut down and didn’t deliver til the next day.  Evidently they are still cleaning up the havoc caused by the storm in dispatch today.    We had another delivery to make, so we did the team driving thing.  I started off from Comfort, TX, and drove a few hours while David caught some sleep.  He took over and drove til 4 a.m. local time (about 6 hours), and I got up in Las Cruces, NM, and took over.  This was my first time driving at night.  I do fine in the wee hours after some sleep, but those later night hours are rough.

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This is somewhere in New Mexico.  The light’s just lovely there as the sun comes up.



Arizona, later in the day.  We reached our second delivery, still a few hours late, but there.  Now we’re holed up in a hotel for a couple days, which is fine by me.  That was a pretty exhausting run.  And this time I brought my bathing suit!

Here are a couple pictures where I’m trying to get some Christmas spirit in the truck.

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I brought a string of lights.  Lights always make me feel Christmas-y.

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I also have this wee Santa hat with me.  Tucker still likes hanging out in laps.

And because I have Tucker, I must put Phoebe on the blog.



The lighting back in the bunk is nice and dramatic when the sun’s out full.  It comes in just one patch, leaving everything else relatively dark.  So I take advantage of it from time to time.  I’ve been enjoying my new camera.


This is the first picture I took of us in the snow yesterday.

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Nice enough, except for Mr. Solemn there.  It is a holiday picture, after all.  The second one he looks just the same, so when I hurried back for the third (I was using the self-timer – this one gives me 10 seconds) I told him he could smile.  He said something like, “I could.”  So I told him he was going to have to kiss me.  He started making “mwah” noises, then the camera clicked.

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This lightened him up sufficiently for the pic we both like (though we both like this one, too).

Mission accomplished!


I wanted a snowy picture for friends.  The first two he’s standing there all stoic.  Third one I made him kiss me and that broke the ice.  This one we both like.  

So, in the spirit of the season, I realized that if I kept putting off updating until I could, in the words of my critic self, “get it right,” I might not update at all…and I didn’t want that.  So rather than trying to catch up, I shall start here, with some of my favorite pictures of late.  School and work combine to eat up my time but I shall have a lighter schedule coming up, so I resolve to keep up here.

So for today, I give you the following:

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Skully in his Christmas finery and snow.  We are having a white Christmas here.

turkey morning

Turkey morning.  The turkeys are growing well.  I have the two Narragansetts (Steve and Tabby, named after the two Maine folks I “know”, Stephen King and his wife Tabitha) and Little Red, the Bourbon Red hen.  They like to perch at night.  Lately it hasn’t been on fencing but rather on the bulldozer parked out front.  Come spring that poor thing will need a serious power washing…



Steve in all his glory.  The ladies are behind him.  What I recently learned about turkey males is that the whole tail fan swivels, so he can present it better.  He likes to display at me.  Recently a couple wild turkey boys came to check out the ladies and Steve about had a fit.  There was much gobbling going on.  Another thing I learned is that the gobble has a percussive dimension to it as well.  He gobbles but also has some booming in there.  It’s rather cool to be close up and hear it.



Icicles.  They were three feet long in places.  David was shoveling snow and threw some into the picture for effect.  I liked it.

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Sunset on Lake Mitchell.  I had been trying to capture the glow on the water as the sun goes down for some time.  This one is just so serene to me.



Mr. Tucker is growing like a weed.  He is now larger than Phoebe in height and weight.  He’s almost as tall as Sadie but not as bulky.  This is his favorite bed – the back of my recliner.  I guess he watched me recline and liked it because he does this himself.  He stand up against the back of the chair and reclines it, then gets comfy.  This morning he’s curled in a ball, but still on the back of the chair.  If he gets too much bigger, he won’t be able to do this any longer, as the chair will fall over.  Sometimes it does when he jumps up, and he steps off and remounts.  He’s a very smart, funny dog.

tucker crouch


His attack/herding position.  He does this when he gets to the house first and the girls are lagging behind.  Phoebe has always done it to Sadie, who will meander up looking everywhere but at her.  Now poor Sadie has to contend with both of the others rushing her.

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They were running too fast for focus, but I still like this picture a lot.  Tucker loves to be chased.  Sadie likes to chase him.  So there is much running around the yard.  Some biting occurs.

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Tucker and Hobie have a love/hate relationship.  Hobie talks a lot of trash and hits Tucker in the head a lot, but he keeps his claws in.  Tucker’s recent reaction to this is to hit back only his paws are much larger.  There’s a lot of “Tucker, leave the kitty!” being said around here.

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And my final, favorite offering for today – the very picture of a joyful dog.  (I was throwing snowballs for him to chase and catch.)

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday filled with all the things you love.  I have my sweetie home, lots of firewood, a big roast to cook and fancy schmancy cowboots on the way.  I’m a happy girl.


August 26 – Drove up to Traverse City today to go sailing.  I also had library materials to return.  The “no puppets” sign made me laugh.


Back in December I had bought specially priced tickets to sail on the Nauti-Cat, a 40-foot catamaran.  We ended up on the Happy Hour cruise along with a couple birthday groups.  We met some interesting people and had some fun conversations.  I discovered I do not like IPA beers (so David got two).  They had a special concoction called “Cat Nip” that glowed a particularly pretty green, but when they poured it David could smell pineapple juice and well, I’m allergic to pineapple.  Alas, had to settle for rum n coke.  I generally pour one finger of rum.  He poured three.  I got a little giggly.


We want to go on this boat next time.  It just looks cool.


August 27 – That dark spot on Sadie’s muzzle is where the coyote bit her last week.  I mentioned that the dogs had chased off the coyote.  I heard chicken consternation and the dogs flipped out.  So I opened the door for them and followed them out to the front yard.  They were running back and forth in front of the fence, barking crazily.  Because the coyote was sitting there taunting them!  It saw me and decided it should scoot and it ambled off in a slow lope.  I opened the gate and said “GO!” to the dogs, figuring they would just chase it off.  I forgot how very fast Sadie can run.  The way we figure it happened is that Sadie caught up and rolled the coyote.  It came up fighting, got a couple bites in (muzzle, eyebrow, paw) then Phoebe caught up so the coyote ran off.  I called them back and they came back.  The coyote came back the next day and the next.  This is why we have fence.   Sadie is up-to-date on her shots, so I’m not too worried.  I won’t be setting them off after any more coyotes, though.

August 28 – My caterpillar spun itself a cocoon!  I will put it in the garage during the winter – these guys take much longer than a Monarch.  Come spring, I will have a lovely moth.


August 29 – I went out at lunch.  My office is just across a parking lot from Lake Cadillac.  There are swings right there, so I had a swing. It was quite relaxing.  I also found a bench and sat down with my sketchbook for awhile.  It was a nice way to spend a lunch hour.


Self-portrait on the railroad tracks.  I like how the wind caught my skirt.

This is my welcoming committee when I get home.



August 30 – A trip to the vet (vaccine boosters) is tiring for the Tucker Dude.  He prefers to sit on my lap, which won’t last much longer as he’ll soon be too big.  But for now I let him because he holds still there.


August 31 – I don’t work Fridays.  I did some harvesting of my garden and also went in to the Farmers Market for some tomatoes and more jalapenos.  I had occasion to taste candied jalapenos and can’t wait to make some of my own.  They’re like pepper jelly in taste, but have an extra kick due to the whole jalapeno slices.


Tucker’s a crazy energy-filled pup sometimes.  He was racing around and had just skidded to a stop when I caught this picture.  Sometimes he races around chasing chickens, which isn’t so good.  While I would like him to herd chickens, he’s chasing with mouth open trying to grab.  Fortunately, I have Sadie.  Sadie believes protecting the chickens is her job so when Tucker goes haring off after them, Sadie chases him down and rolls him over.  He’s beginning to understand he shouldn’t be doing that.  Sometimes he starts, sees Sadie and just drops to the ground.


September 1 – Today I let the turkeys out of their little pen and into the great big world.  They keep together in a little flock.  If one gets separated, I always know because I can hear them calling to each other.


Two of the Chocolate turkeys are male.  Seeing this made me laugh.  He looks like such a perfect little male turkey, only tiny.  The little female seems not impressed in the least.  I believe I have a male and female Narragansett.  The little Chocolate boys were displaying at the Reds, so I’m not certain if I have a male Red or not.


So here’s something you may not have known about me.  I have not, to the best of my memory, ever had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  Since I can remember having sugar sandwiches at a very young age, I think I would remember PBJ.  I didn’t like jelly as a kid – too sweet (which, if you knew the size of my sugar jones, you would laugh at).  However, today at the Farmers Market, I saw Concord Grapes.  I was given a sample and discovered that *that* is grape.  I bought a quart and decided to make some jelly.  I used Pomona Pectin, which allowed me to use very little sugar.  Regular pectin needs sugar to set the jelly.  Pomona uses calcium to make it set, and it comes with a packet of calcium from which you make calcium water.  So to my quart of grapes I added approximately 1/4 cup of honey.  The jelly is a little tart, very grapey, naturally grapey sweet.  I decided it was time to have a PBJ.


Fortunately, this is the shirt I was wearing, so the globs of not quite-yet-set jelly that dropped on my blended in.  🙂  I really enjoyed the sandwich and now have something new in my edible repertoire.    I also have 12 delectable ounces of Concord Grape Jelly.  I’m hoping I can get some more grapes, but I’m not sure.


August 18 – And it look s like a bunch of puppy photos again.  🙂  He’s growing so fast!  His ears are starting to stand up a bit.


August 20 – He tends to run between my feet any time something alarms him.  It makes my heart melt.  (orange toe nails!  I’ve been treating myself to a new color every couple weeks.  Next up is green!)


August 21 – Our nutrition instructor at the extension office is working with a group of young adults and teaching them about real food.  This salad was an example of eating lots of good colors and they just looked so nice lined up on the counter.  She said most everyone was willing to give it a try, though a few wondered where the ranch dressing was.


August 22 – I was fascinated with geese feet for some reason.  They were grooming and their feet just looked so graceful as they did.


August 23 – Sometimes he likes to chew on Sadie’s tail.  Sometimes he gets snapped at for doing so.

The last of the meaties were taken in for processing.  I kept a single pullet, hoping she will add her genetics to future meatie types at home.  Then after I got home, the dogs were sitting on the front stoop and I was in the house when I heard a big fuss in the yard.  The dogs ran out but I didn’t see anything.  Later I discovered that Angel, my dark Brahma was missing.   I am hating on the coyote.  The dogs chased it off one day and another day David had a shot at it but was using our new shotgun and wasn’t used to the sights and missed.

August 24 –  So this week I lost another chicken or two.  We’re going to finish fencing around the house in hopes of keeping the coyote away.  Tucker continues to grow cuter.


August 25 – Hot today.  The dogs liked lying in the boat shed while we were putting up fence.  David mowed down brush to make a clear perimeter, and we now have a fence that goes all around the house.  The dogs will now have full-time access to the yard in order to protect the chickens from the coyotes.  Evidently we have at least two – we’ve seen a goldish one and David saw a grey one as well.



August 12 – Tucker lying on his spot.  I made this cat bed (knit and felted) when I first moved to Michigan.  None of the cats use it, so I gave it to Tucker and he can often be found lying on it.

This week is a little puppy heavy.  I know you’ll understand 🙂


I mean, look at that face!  How could I not keep taking pictures of it.  Besides, puppyhood goes by so very quickly and I want to be sure and have a record of it.


August 13 – The extent of my potato harvest in the bags.  It’s between 5 and 10 pounds, not the 100 I was hoping for.  They’re all rather small, but no doubt will be tasty (and I can get more at the Farmers Market).  It’s enough for 2-3 recipes of this.  Gen will be happy that we finally tried these potatoes and LOVE LOVE LOVE them.  David can’t get enough.  We heartily recommend them.  I surprised him one night by saying dinner was going to be zucchini fritters and the potatoes.  He wondered aloud if that was going to be enough.  Afterwards, he agreed it was, and we’ve done it a couple times now.  Kinda cool growing all the food for dinner.


August 14 – I was doing a walkabout the house and discovered a mass of long black feathers.  Fearing the worst, I went to the barn to find poor Jack with his tail pulled out.  He’s fine, if a little raw from having chunks of feathers pulled out.  It appears he fought off the coyote, losing his tail in the process.  All that’s left is those couple feathers.


August 15 – Tucker is tuckered.


August 16 – I got rained on.  I was taking a picture of the way my glasses looked after.  And my hair curling.  I ended up liking the picture quite a bit.


August 17 – Tuckered again.  I took him to the Farmers Market for some socializing.  A young girl of 12 or so (maybe a little older, but maybe not) got down on the ground and wrestled with him, he met some very tiny girls of 2-4 (and he was sooo good) as well as a number of other people.  Puppies draw folks in, that’s for sure.  One of my favorite farmers wanted a picture with him and she even asked if she could buy him, as she wanted a herding type for her sheep.  I declined.  I did buy 5 pounds of ground beef.  Tucker was very tired when it was all done.


August 18 – Super Tucker!  He just poses so well sometimes.

August 5 – The geese continue to be a joy.  They’re very photogenic.  And very large.  Sometimes when they run like this, they get a little air now and rise about 6 inches off the ground.  They don’t seem interested in flying, just in flapping about.


August 6 – the day Tucker joined us.  As you can tell by my absence, he has impacted our lives.  Mostly in good ways.  He’s really a very good pup.  I am completely smitten.


August 7 – Someone brought this caterpillar into the office just because they knew I would be interested.  I am indeed!  It’s a cecropia moth caterpillar, sometimes called a Robin moth.  Here is a most amazing website showing the life cycle of the moth.  I brought the caterpillar home to see if I can raise it to moth state.  I had never seen such an amazing looking creature in the flesh.


August 8 – Geese in the morning light.  Henry is in the back, then Anne and Katherine.  Henry’s neck is thicker.  Katherine’s is longest and her head is thinner.  She’s also the most opposed to the puppy, hence the open mouth, which is hissing.


August 9 – Tucker went for his first vet visit.  On the way home he climbed up on my shoulder and rode back there, interested in the world around him.  I didn’t know he was yawning when I took the picture.


August 10 – The turkeys are growing!  I didn’t realize quite how much so their heads would touch the top of the pen and the biggest of them were hunched.  Fortunately David built Tucker a very nice pen, which he promptly escaped from.  Since he was home alone with the girls and they didn’t eat him, we decided he could just stay out and the very nice pen would become a turkey pen.


Now they have lots and lots of room.  By the time they outgrow this space, they’ll be big enough to be in the yard.


The new digs even have a little coop area.  I put up a roost and they are some happy turkeys.  That’s one of the Narragansetts.


August 11 – Tucker loves to play with just about anything and, so far, any one.


My furry kids.


July 29 – We drove down south a bit (an hour or so) to visit a friend of David’s.  I baked this lovely loaf of bread using a no-knead recipe I found in Mother Earth News.  Since then I’ve made another 3 loaves.  David loves it!  We also took a couple of the meaties we had processed last week, some homemade barbecue sauce and some zucchini from the garden.  His friend did the cooking and it was amazingly tasty.  We seriously need to get a grill!

Ted has bird feeders set up, so I was in heaven.  His home overlooks a lake and we brought our kayaks, though they never got taken off Hank.  Instead, we went out on Ted’s pontoon boat (link to picture added for folks, like me, who had never heard of a pontoon boat).  The lake is shaped, he says, like a puzzle piece, and we went into each nook and cranny.  We seriously need a pontoon boat!

We saw this guy out on the lake, along with many turtles.  The interesting thing to me was getting to watch the turtles swim down, as we were up higher on the water.  When we’re in kayaks, they just disappear.  It was a very nice day.

I also had taken along a Barred Rock hen to swap with Ted.  He has around 100 chickens (an ordering glitch by his brother – 15-20 each turned into 50 each of Rhode Island Reds and Black Sex-Links).  He also ended up with a single black-and-white barred chicken – possibly a Rock, but  possibly not.  Now, the thing about chickens is that they can be surprisingly clique-ish.  The red chickens hang out with the red chickens, the buffs with the buffs.  So this poor single black-and-white chicken (Speckles, by name) was consistently getting pecked and beat up to the point where it wouldn’t leave the coop.  One versus 100 is horrible odds.  So we took along an adult Barred Rock hen and I traded for one of the Black Sex-Links.  We waited til dusk to put the hen in, and when we did many of the youngsters (all his chickens were 12 weeks old, mine was 1 1/2 years or so) came running up to check her out.  She ignored them until someone grabbed her tail, then she whirled around, hackles raised.  Then she went back to eating and was left in peace.  I just hope she and Speckles get along and can form a little band of two.

Here’s a picture of the chicken I got, now named Jess.

July 30 – I took this picture of Hobie because I had to take Phoebe to the vet.  Our vet only sees Hobie in February, during his annual exam, vaccine booster.  Every year, he tells me Hobie needs to lose weight.  Every year, I assure him Hobie does, during the summer.  By February he has been Cabin Fever Cat for 3-4 months, with no good exercise outlet.  So, I wanted photographic proof that my cat does indeed slim down during the summer.  Dr. Harrison was convinced.

Phoebe had to go in because she had a small round wound on her back leg that wasn’t healing and had become swollen.  It’s called a Lick Granuloma, quite common.  She’s now on antibiotics for three weeks (ACK!) and has to wear a bandage around her foot to keep her from continuing to lick at it.  A couple times now she’s gotten rid of the bandage and all the healing that had taken place got licked off.  We’re keeping a close eye on her now.

This is the only way I can successfully get a pill into Phoebe.  While she smacks the peanut butter, she usually swallows the pill.  Usually.  Sometimes she still manages to spit it out, necessitating more peanut butter or brute force of sticking it at the back of her tongue and making her swallow.  She HATES pills.

We also have orange bandages.  They cool because they’re stretchy and self-sticking.  And come in many colors.

July 31 – Got this awesome full-wing goose shot just by sitting with them for awhile.  I was also getting them to chase me so I got some other pictures.


This one is rather dreamy.   Completely out of focus because I forgot to push the button half-way first, but I love the light and the colors.

August 1 (already???) – Someone brought this lovely Barn Spider to work for us to identify.  Charlotte, in Charlotte’s Web, was a Barn Spider.  I brought her home and released her – the people who brought her in had no interest in returning her to her home.  She’s an orb-weaver spider.  Evidently she was building a very large web.  I haven’t seen her since releasing her.  I was hoping to see a very large web.

August 2 – Trouble is spelled G-O-O-S-E at our house lately.  They go after the dogs.

They started chasing the cat.  Poor Hobie is not happy.

August 3 – Ox-Eye Daisies.  I love having wildflowers at my house.

August 4 – During heat of the day (which has been very hot lately), the geese will hang out under the trees with the chickens.  All the big birds are happy with the new truck, as they like sitting under it as well since it is higher up than Hank.

July 22 – I’ve decided I’m going to write cheerful messages on some of the rocks in the driveway and then put them back where I found them.  So far there’s just this one, but whenever it catches my eye, I do indeed smile.

July 23 – My Australorp hen was broody and I let her sit on some eggs.  One hatched!  I discovered this by noticing that the dogs were far too interested in a chicken and the chicken was fighting back.  When I realized it was Mathilda, I ran over to find her protecting this wee one.  Sadly, he was killed in a stupid barnyard accident yesterday.  His mother was trying to keep some of the meaties away from the food I had tossed to her and she jumped at them.  They jumped backwards into a broom and it fell on the chick.  It would be like a tree falling on us.

There have been other chicken deaths lately.  Rose, JuJuBee and one of the Barred Rocks all went missing.  I found feathers from two of them.  I’ll be glad when we get the rest of the fencing up, although it may have been a hawk.  We also lost Reuben to another silly chicken accident.  It looked like he was being chased and he ran between two saplings and got stuck and died in the struggle to get out.

July 24 – Half the meaties went to freezer camp.  We ended up with an extra – the farmer doing the processing called David and said there was an extra chicken, were we sure we had brought 12?  David didn’t know.  When I picked them up that afternoon, they had given the extra to us.  We just had to pay for the processing.  I pointed out there was an extra and the farmer’s wife gave a big shrug and said “sometimes it happens.”    When I got home, I counted and there were 14 left, so it wasn’t ours.  I’m giving the remaining ones another week to fatten up some more, then they’ll be joining their brothers in the freezer.  I’m keeping two hens (who are lean and active and actually can fly) to be the mothers of the future meaties.  Frances, my one remaining Freedom Ranger will also contribute to the cause.

July 25 – I was on my way home and saw this turtle by the side of a very busy road, trying to get across.  I turned around as soon as I could and went back to move it.  Traffic was solid enough to have kept it from leaving the side of the road (it kept sticking its head out and pulling it back in with every car that zoomed by), but it couldn’t figure out to go back.  So I picked it up (wearing a glove) and moved it about ten feet away from the road, facing into the field.    A Google image search indicates it’s an Eastern Box Turtle.  Now I’m wishing I had brought it home and introduced it to my field.  I think our field would be a good turtle habitat.  Then it would be safe from the road…

July 26 – I have been searching for a fan for awhile now.  Last summer I started having the occasional hot flash and this summer has been worse since the temps have been considerably hotter.  This fan makes me very happy.  It kicks up a good breeze AND it has ducks.    I thought I wanted a folding fan, but they don’t kick up nearly enough air.  I found this at a local vintage shop, The Atomic Closet.

July 27 – I was driving up north to see my friend Marcy and saw this on a side road.  The head is about three feet across.  I couldn’t tell if it was made of fiberglass or steel, but it certainly made me smile.

I was going to pick up this!  Our friend Beverly gave it to me – she was clearing out stuff she wasn’t using and remembered me saying I wanted a serger.  I’m looking forward to giving it a test run.  I wanted a serger so I could make one of these sweater coats (I already have the tutorial!)  I even have an order for one from another friend, once I get the hang of it.

On the way home I saw a rainbow.  At one point I could actually see it touch the ground.  I didn’t go look for the pot of gold because it was in someone’s house.  🙂

July 28 – Even though we’re in a drought situation here, my garden is doing really well.  We had a couple days of rain then warmth and things seemed to go crazy out there.  Still no heads on the cabbage, and I have stupid squash vine borers in my zucchini, but it looks like I will get a lot of tomatoes this year.

Today I harvested three large (though not overly so) zucchini and a couple grape tomatoes.  I’m really looking forward to the black cherry tomatoes.  There are a lot of them on the plant but no color from them yet.  I also have Early Girls, Golden Jubilee (a golden tomato that I thought would be pretty canned) and Romas.  My Swiss Chard is quite harvestable.  There are also some tiny watermelons that have plenty of time to become big melons, so I’m quite happy.


This is an onion that has gone to seed.  Perspective is a funny thing.