Posted on 11/22/2013 12:40:12 PM PST by greeneyes
I’ll have second that. I have read through that book twice, and keep it handy next to the computer. I am always thinking of something that I need it to refresh my memory.
I also really enjoy the book : “Back to Basics - a complete guide to Traditional Skills”. It goes beyond pantry and recipes to gardening, energy, preserving, homesteading etc.
I remember too.
Yes, the Sun Sugar Cherry tomatoes are very good. An American hybrid, they are an orange color and have a tart taste if not fully ripe, which I love, no blandness here.
I had good yield from the potted plant I had, I will have more of these next year.
Our house was in shock, but, I had to go fetch a cow that liked the neighbors grass better than her own. I remember a huge flock of geese on the move as I walked the near mile journey to drive the cow back home. I remember feeling fortunate that I was able to get her home before dark.
The past two weeks have been about leaf collection and painting a couple of ‘cottage cheese’ freed ceilings. How I despise ‘cottage cheese’ ceilings. Yes, I know they are generally called ‘popcorn’ ceilings, but they look more like small curd cottage cheese to me than popcorn.
I lost count on the number of bags of leaves collected from the south and west sides of the house, but close to 25, and probably more. I will use them for mulch come next growing season. And some of the bags fit nicely between the blueberry plants to dissuade the deer that love to chomp off the small branches.
Last Sunday the wind gusts were topping out at 40 mph and the direction was right toward the garden. So while it was near impossible to capture these flying leaves by hand at least they were getting blown in the right direction.
I still have lots of tomatoes in varying stages of ripening for BLTs, cottage cheese and tomatoes, or salads. This weekend the blast of Arctic temps will put an end to outside gardening for this season.
And by afternoon it had warmed up a bit…
(The actual temp was 68)
Looking west toward the Pacific Ocean which is about 2 miles away…
Elevation here is about 200 feet well out of the Tsunami Zone. We got about 85% of those posts emptied and stored away this afternoon...
Thanks for the beautiful pictures. That’s a lot of containers you have there. I don’t do that many by a long shot.LOL
Please add me. Thx
Those are Lady Bender’s and there are 50 round ones in various sizes plus some wooden planters. Mostly annual flowers she raises from seed.
Will do.
She is more ambitious than I am that’s for sure.
That’s great about the pressure cooker. Nah, I am convinced that every color has a critter. LOL
3-4” snow Wednesday night & yesterday, then dropped to low single digits over night. Warmed up to 32 today, and is back to 10, & dropping, now.
I took advantage of the warmth this afternoon, and got a load of water to top off the cistern tanks.
The gardening this week has consisted of starting a new pot
of cat grass.
The old biddies quit laying during and after the September molt, so we had a plan to can as soon as it warmed up last week...and one of the 3 white ones must have overheard; we’ve gotten 4 eggs this past week. I know it’s a white one, because she was busy doing her business on the nest when I was feeding the first time she laid.
That hen is very lucky, because a turkey with a lower leg injury showed up hopping around the garden area when I had planed on doing them last week, so I took care of it instead. Couple of days later, deer season opened, and was just as suddenly over for me: no time to chop chickens...then the weather went south, an she started laying.
The eggs all have her ‘signature’, so the 5 black ones get no reprieve when it warms back up next week. I don’t have the time or patience to try to single out, catch, and tag her, so the other 2 whites get a free ride.
Well, so the white hens get pardoned before Thanksgiving. LOL. We have below freezing here too. I hate it. Can’t even stand to open the door long enough to let the dog out.LOL
RE Kennedy assassination:
I was 17, and had just walked into my civics class, when the teacher came in yelling, “they killed him! The bastards killed him!” Yes, he was that worked up.
I loudly replied, “GOOD! It’s about time they finally killed that rotten SOB!” He went ballistic, screaming at me.
A long time Death Row inmate had been on again, off again scheduled for execution all week, and the teacher was anti death penalty. I thought they had finally gassed him.
Big time EGG ON FACE when the P.A. announcement was made a minute or so later.
Oh man! Bet you felt pretty embarrassed.
Kinda like I felt in typing class one time. We were all afraid of our typing teacher. We knew we had to come in and sit down and get busy or we were in big trouble.
So I come in and there’s a desk and typewriter by the teacher’s desk. No teacher in sight. Assingment on the board, and everyone else is busy typing.
So I asked, does anyone know why this typewriter is up here by the teacher’s desk? Everyone shrugged. So I sat there a bit. I was afraid to sit there any longer not doing any work, and there was no other typewriter available. So I plugged it in.
Blew a fuse in the whole north end of the building. Got chewed out big time. Although to her credit she did apologize in front of the class, saying it was her fault, because she was not in the room like she was supposed to be.
Assingment = assignment
A money saving tip:
One year, we got some decent hanging containers dirt cheap.
A local store was closing out their “summer/fall color,” and we bought impatiens at 90% off. The flowers were pretty much dead, but we didn’t care about that; the hanging baskets they were in were less than half what they wanted for the close-out empty ones!
As a bonus, we managed to save the flowers, and they rebloomed for us.
That was my 6th, 7th, & 8th grades. 2 rooms: 1-4 & 5-8; 72 total students our peak year. Made you like, and want to go to school. Amazing educationally.
Two of my classmates were picked for, and attended, service academies after graduation. It might have been three of us, but I washed out on the physical when my navy Reserve unit's CO nominated me to a special reserves program slot at Annapolis: eyes & asthma: medically discharged under protest, as a Seaman, E-3.
We had a small school, but it was big enough that the grades were seperated for the most part. However, my class was the largest to ever go through the school at that time-baby boomers.
So they split us up. About 10 - 15 of us were combined with the next higher grade. I liked it. When I got finished with my work, I would listen to the other class or read.
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