These are the days of autumn. Forecasters in our area say that the leaf color this year will be somewhat lackluster.
We turn the heat on at night and the AC on during the day – crazy. Me, I’m holding on to the warm weather as long as I can and dancing in the gardens with the last of the flowers. The light that sparkles off the morning dew and streams through the ornamental grasses makes my garden feel like my own private cathedral.
I felt as though I spent most of the week holding my breath and waiting for the other shoe to drop. A tear or two may have fallen.
How was your week?
Our Lucky is growing. He is now practicing flying in the house.
Soon we will have to make a difficult decision about his future. What a wonderful thing it has been including him in our furry and feathered family.
Scenes from around the farm this week.
I’ll admit, this post is full of so many photos, it is a bit ridiculous. Continue reading
Food and dirty dishes.
Cooking, eating, growing my own herbs these passions collide into a beautiful thing.
When there is a dishwasher in the house.
Chicken with basil cream sauce
We have been without a dishwasher for almost a year. It was broken beyond repair, and the funds weren’t there to replace it and or there were other financial priorities. Truly, I tried all kinds of things to make hand washing dishes a more enjoyable experience, but I just wasn’t into it. A shiny new dishwasher arrived last week, and in the Department of irony – a few days later the faucet at the kitchen sink broke. Continue reading
I eat too many potatoes, that is why my rear end is the size of Texas. Yesterday while I was in the grocery store the clouds parted, a stream of brilliant light shone down and angels began to sing. There – right there – in front of me was a bin of colossal football sized potatoes, stocked full with a large sign advertising the enormity of such potato bliss. Oh my goodness, I had gone to potato heaven. I stood there just staring, apparently losing all sense of time and place as I finally snapped to it when I heard a woman say in a frustrated voice “EXCUSE ME – You’re blocking the potatoes.”
Seriously, I wanted to fill my cart with said colossal football potatoes and make a u-turn straight to the butter isle.
I did not, however. Continue reading
As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den.
I’ll never be seen again.
Why is there a peacock in my living room?
We have so many projects going at once. We start one, then something comes up and we stop what we are working on and move on to something else. Please tell me we aren’t the only ones with too many irons in the fire?
If it is possible for a chicken to squeal with delight, Dottie did just that.
Baby Pepper proclaimed “I’ve got sisters!”