Halloween night! We have nighttime forecasts of 21*, and so Old Man Winter must be trick or treating tonight with all the kids. Yikes! The last two hours of daylight this evening saw me hauling in plants I might like to over-winter: bougainvillea, heliotrope, and more.
Last week I planted fifteen new lavender plants out in the Lavender Patch. Tonight, I covered them w/ jars (a la bell jars/cloche jars), and then went into overdrive and covered THOSE with Styrofoam cups topped with inverted terra cotta pots. This, after I watered them all this afternoon to prevent root freeze.
I have never been a worrier until I began this lavender thing.
Halloween: the past couple of years we have not even turned our porch lights on (Bah~! Halloween Bug!) because there really have not been any kids in this neck of the Thousand Acre Wood. (Winnie the Pooh fan, anyone?) But this week I was given the heads-up that we might be having FIVE Trick or Treaters on our porch tonight. I ventured out this morning and got a few bags of piddly candy, but I also got five boxes of Swedish Fish. Ha ha ha ha!! My kids used to LOVE Swedish Fish!
Here it is, soon to be 8:00 pm, and nary a trickster nor a treater. (SPOILER ALERT: If you are one of my adult kids and you are reading this, you might want to stop reading NOW.)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I bought large boxes of Swedish Fish (the movie size) because I know my kids love them. ha ha! Since I am not seeing any scary faces peering through our porch windows, I am thinking that Halloween 2014 is a bust. Happily, though, I have it on good authority that Santa Clause is a tremendous recycler. Ha ha! How great is THAT?!!
POSTSCRIPT: The Swedish Fish have been got. Sorry, adult kids...
Friday, October 31, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
Dinner Tonight!
Dinner tonight was a little late, although not outlandish.
We had:
Smoked chicken, with very, very fresh garden tarragon cream sauce,
Baked potatoes,
And very, very fresh garden greens with steamed fruits (prunes, golden raisins, and apples)
Oh! And baked bread. Homemade. No-nonsense baked bread. Easy. Email me...
We had:
Smoked chicken, with very, very fresh garden tarragon cream sauce,
Baked potatoes,
And very, very fresh garden greens with steamed fruits (prunes, golden raisins, and apples)
Oh! And baked bread. Homemade. No-nonsense baked bread. Easy. Email me...
Friday, October 24, 2014
Spiders. It IS October.
We live in an old, old farmhouse. A bungalow. I would describe it as Craftsman, given the incredible wood trim and detail in the interior, but ca. 1887 Old Farmhouse was around decades before trendy Craftsman, and so there we have it: Old Farmhouse.
For years I ran my in-home business (www.bio-works.us) out of the comfort of our first-floor study. It is adjacent to a bathroom and the kitchen, and, if tornado needs-be, the basement. This worked out very nicely until one day I woke up with the epiphany that I would not have to frantically toss all business-related material into brown grocery bags and haul them into the study closet every time we have overnight guests, if I would simply move "BioWorks" upstairs to one of the empty nest rooms. (Our study has a really comfortable bed, a darkened room, adjacent to aforementioned bathroom and kitchen, and if tornado needs-be, the basement; it is always our go-to room for overnight guests.)
So now my little office is upstairs, nestled in a nook of dormers which overlook the front of the house. I can see the field across the way, which this season is sporting dusty rows of soybean. I can watch cars and trucks and farm implements heading hither and thither. (I can always tell, even before checking the weather, when rain is anticipated, by the activity of the farm implements out & about.) I can wave at neighbors walking past, and even bang on my closed windows at cyclists/friends going by. The UPS and Fed Ex folks know to honk and look up at my windows to catch my attention.
The past few days, I have had my own little Charlotte's Web going on in one of my dormer windows. This spider is busy, busy each and every morning and afternoon, making a web in the same place, catching little "things" which have the unfortunate circumstance of alighting in her/his web, and then the whole web-spinning/blood-sucking. (What?! You've never read Charlotte's Web?!!)
Which brings to mind my other arachnid friend, a Daring Jumping Spider which took residence in my car on the way to Colorado last week. Daring Jumping Spiders are daring in that they jump, but they are harmless to humans and are sort of fun to watch. Well! This spider showed up on my drive to Colorado. He crawled out of one of the air vents. I let him go A) because he is harmless, and B) I was driving 75 mph.
Each day after, I would get into the car and commence driving. After several minutes, there would be Daring Jumping Spider, showing his existence in my car by floating down a spinneret from an air vent, or landing in my lap, or crawling along the passenger seat. Whenever it was safe, driving-wise, I would scoop him up with the plan of dropping him out the window. But he had his own plans, and each scoop-him-up ended with him dropping down onto the floor of the car.
I haven't seen Daring Jumping Spider since I returned to rural Kansas. Maybe he liked the higher elevation of Breckenridge. As for my own little Charlotte's Web outside, I can see she/he has begun another web now, at dusk. In that beyond these dormer windows and my "office" is also my Art Room, and I intend to spend time creating this evening, I suspect Charlotte will not be going hungry in the next few hours as the interior light begins to attract buggy visitors...
For years I ran my in-home business (www.bio-works.us) out of the comfort of our first-floor study. It is adjacent to a bathroom and the kitchen, and, if tornado needs-be, the basement. This worked out very nicely until one day I woke up with the epiphany that I would not have to frantically toss all business-related material into brown grocery bags and haul them into the study closet every time we have overnight guests, if I would simply move "BioWorks" upstairs to one of the empty nest rooms. (Our study has a really comfortable bed, a darkened room, adjacent to aforementioned bathroom and kitchen, and if tornado needs-be, the basement; it is always our go-to room for overnight guests.)
So now my little office is upstairs, nestled in a nook of dormers which overlook the front of the house. I can see the field across the way, which this season is sporting dusty rows of soybean. I can watch cars and trucks and farm implements heading hither and thither. (I can always tell, even before checking the weather, when rain is anticipated, by the activity of the farm implements out & about.) I can wave at neighbors walking past, and even bang on my closed windows at cyclists/friends going by. The UPS and Fed Ex folks know to honk and look up at my windows to catch my attention.
The past few days, I have had my own little Charlotte's Web going on in one of my dormer windows. This spider is busy, busy each and every morning and afternoon, making a web in the same place, catching little "things" which have the unfortunate circumstance of alighting in her/his web, and then the whole web-spinning/blood-sucking. (What?! You've never read Charlotte's Web?!!)
Which brings to mind my other arachnid friend, a Daring Jumping Spider which took residence in my car on the way to Colorado last week. Daring Jumping Spiders are daring in that they jump, but they are harmless to humans and are sort of fun to watch. Well! This spider showed up on my drive to Colorado. He crawled out of one of the air vents. I let him go A) because he is harmless, and B) I was driving 75 mph.
Each day after, I would get into the car and commence driving. After several minutes, there would be Daring Jumping Spider, showing his existence in my car by floating down a spinneret from an air vent, or landing in my lap, or crawling along the passenger seat. Whenever it was safe, driving-wise, I would scoop him up with the plan of dropping him out the window. But he had his own plans, and each scoop-him-up ended with him dropping down onto the floor of the car.
I haven't seen Daring Jumping Spider since I returned to rural Kansas. Maybe he liked the higher elevation of Breckenridge. As for my own little Charlotte's Web outside, I can see she/he has begun another web now, at dusk. In that beyond these dormer windows and my "office" is also my Art Room, and I intend to spend time creating this evening, I suspect Charlotte will not be going hungry in the next few hours as the interior light begins to attract buggy visitors...
Throwback Thursday
I am up in Colorado this week. Up, in altitude, although not so much in latitude. The drive from rural Kansas to Breckenridge, Colorado is nearly a straight shot on I-70. I left home last Sunday, and drove all acorss Kansas in mild/coolish temperatures. As I neared Denver, I heard on the radio that I-70 was closed at my exits due to snowstorm. What??!
Happily, they reopened the freeway before I left Denver, and I made it through the mountain pass without incident.
As opposed to last year's 2013 4th of July Mountain Pass Incident:
You know what? I feel like I am an OK driver, even after the 2013 "4th of July Fiasco". That Spouse o' Mine begs to differ. He thinks I have some post-traumatic stress going on, particularly while driving through the Rockies, where this unlicensed kid rear-ended my station wagon. And his SUV, full of teenagers, held the remnants of "weed" (the police vernacular, not mine), and empty bottles of tequila. I am OK. Really. I am a white-knuckle driver now, on I-70 from DEN to the mountains, but, yes: I am OK.
But this Throwback Thursday is about my childhood friends back in Pryor Creek, Oklahoma. Sarah and Melissa. Pryor Creek was (and is) a small, small town, and everyone knew you and your parents and therefore a child had that proverbial village by which to be raised. This was good. And sometimes, trying. But, good.
My two oldest friends are also the two from Pryor Creek with whom I still keep in peripatetic touch. Facebook has enabled more contact, and that has been very nice. Melissa and Sarah. Buddies. Buds. I can wax poetic about our friendships, but I won't. Suffice to say that it is such a comfort that I can get in touch with either of these, my oldest friends, and magically, we can pick up right from wherever we opt to in our decades-old lives.
We three began our friendships, even before Kindergarten together. I was the youngest of five kids. Whew! Did my mother ever want or need a playdate for me? NO! There were too many kids of her own, and too many other kids from our neighborhood, to ask for "playdates".
But Melissa and Sarah? Two kids whose only siblings were nine years older than them? Their mothers probably looked at the Webster passel of brats (us) and immediately thought, "Let's call Merlene (my Mom) and get these kiddos together!"
And so, they did.
And my childhood was enriched by virtue of these two families. I hope, conversely, my two friends' childhoods were, too.
Both Melissa and Sarah had playhouses built in their backyards. For them. I was always amazed at these playhouses. Melissa and Sarah were nonchalant about them. I adored playing in the playhouses as a young kid. It's funny, too, to look back at the toys we three had. In my mind's eye, Melissa and Sarah seemed to have nifty, new toys and games at hand when a play date came around. I had 5th-time-around toys and games. A Chatty Cathy that, when one pulled her string, uttered "uhh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-garble-garble-garble". And an old Casper doll that called out time and time again, when his string was pulled, "I'm afraid".
Sarah's Dad was a civil engineer and he took Sarah (and sometimes, lucky me as well) out for drives into the countryside for his work. If we ever saw a turtle, he would stop and pick it up. Sarah ended up with an enviable turtle compound in her back yard, by her playhouse. Her turtles would overwinter, breed, lay eggs, hatch, and for years she had a little colony of terrapins in her backyard.
We moved through K-12, and into college. We spent time together, Sarah and I, and Melissa and I. After college, we left each other's lives for a space of several years, but for the odd "I'm getting married." "I'm having a baby." and so on. After college, the three of us sprouted roots all over the place, and none of the three of us had like lifestyles. Yet, I kept in touch and embraced my Pryor Creek friendships.
Now, here, some 35+ years later, I still lean on these two friendships. It's certainly nice to know that I can call either friend, and will always, without any hesitation be welcomed with opened arms.
Happily, they reopened the freeway before I left Denver, and I made it through the mountain pass without incident.
As opposed to last year's 2013 4th of July Mountain Pass Incident:
You know what? I feel like I am an OK driver, even after the 2013 "4th of July Fiasco". That Spouse o' Mine begs to differ. He thinks I have some post-traumatic stress going on, particularly while driving through the Rockies, where this unlicensed kid rear-ended my station wagon. And his SUV, full of teenagers, held the remnants of "weed" (the police vernacular, not mine), and empty bottles of tequila. I am OK. Really. I am a white-knuckle driver now, on I-70 from DEN to the mountains, but, yes: I am OK.
But this Throwback Thursday is about my childhood friends back in Pryor Creek, Oklahoma. Sarah and Melissa. Pryor Creek was (and is) a small, small town, and everyone knew you and your parents and therefore a child had that proverbial village by which to be raised. This was good. And sometimes, trying. But, good.
My two oldest friends are also the two from Pryor Creek with whom I still keep in peripatetic touch. Facebook has enabled more contact, and that has been very nice. Melissa and Sarah. Buddies. Buds. I can wax poetic about our friendships, but I won't. Suffice to say that it is such a comfort that I can get in touch with either of these, my oldest friends, and magically, we can pick up right from wherever we opt to in our decades-old lives.
We three began our friendships, even before Kindergarten together. I was the youngest of five kids. Whew! Did my mother ever want or need a playdate for me? NO! There were too many kids of her own, and too many other kids from our neighborhood, to ask for "playdates".
But Melissa and Sarah? Two kids whose only siblings were nine years older than them? Their mothers probably looked at the Webster passel of brats (us) and immediately thought, "Let's call Merlene (my Mom) and get these kiddos together!"
And so, they did.
And my childhood was enriched by virtue of these two families. I hope, conversely, my two friends' childhoods were, too.
Both Melissa and Sarah had playhouses built in their backyards. For them. I was always amazed at these playhouses. Melissa and Sarah were nonchalant about them. I adored playing in the playhouses as a young kid. It's funny, too, to look back at the toys we three had. In my mind's eye, Melissa and Sarah seemed to have nifty, new toys and games at hand when a play date came around. I had 5th-time-around toys and games. A Chatty Cathy that, when one pulled her string, uttered "uhh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-garble-garble-garble". And an old Casper doll that called out time and time again, when his string was pulled, "I'm afraid".
Sarah's Dad was a civil engineer and he took Sarah (and sometimes, lucky me as well) out for drives into the countryside for his work. If we ever saw a turtle, he would stop and pick it up. Sarah ended up with an enviable turtle compound in her back yard, by her playhouse. Her turtles would overwinter, breed, lay eggs, hatch, and for years she had a little colony of terrapins in her backyard.
We moved through K-12, and into college. We spent time together, Sarah and I, and Melissa and I. After college, we left each other's lives for a space of several years, but for the odd "I'm getting married." "I'm having a baby." and so on. After college, the three of us sprouted roots all over the place, and none of the three of us had like lifestyles. Yet, I kept in touch and embraced my Pryor Creek friendships.
Now, here, some 35+ years later, I still lean on these two friendships. It's certainly nice to know that I can call either friend, and will always, without any hesitation be welcomed with opened arms.
Friday, October 10, 2014
The Autumn Season.
I can tell autumn is here. It's grey, it's rainy, it's cool. Our token squirrel has been doing the squirreling away of acorns onto the giant crevice of one of our ancient elm trees.
I am happy. Therefore, it must be autumn.
I kid you not: I wake up gloriously happy, with a song in my heart and a plan for my day.
This doesn't necessarily happen in the hot months. In the hot months, I furtively plan my day, sliced into two polarized sections: Pre-dawn mornings, and post-sunset evenings (if even, the latter.) Even in the house, if the temperature eaks its way too far upward, my system shuts down into inactivity. I find myself sitting and doing..nothing productive. It's times like that, when I find myself cranking down the AC, "to take the edge off", and you know what? It's miraculous! A few degrees cooler, and I am once again a worker bee. I am up for anything, 50ยบ or cooler.
But let me tell you, the past few weeks have been happy ones. I am once again doing my 2x daily yoga. (Don't panic; I do fun stretches and balancing acts to prepare for the NEXT time I fall off my bicycle and into a sorghum field. No Cirque du Soleil nonsense here.)
This week I decided to trek out to the Konza Prairie each morning to hike. What fun! What beauty. And, what energy that lasted me the whole day long. Physical and mental energy from those happy, happy hikes out in nature.
What did I see on my morning hikes? Lots of wild turkeys. Some really pretty (and unafraid) deer. Three bluebirds. A dead skunk. (Yep: the eau de skunk was prevalent.) And buffalo! How fun is it, to hike out on a prairie, and see a herd (albeit smallish?) of buffalo, going about their herdish things?! What a great week of autumn. The leaves were a'tumblin'.
Next week sees me enjoying autumn in Colorado. I hope there are still aspen to behold in their golden glory. If not, I hope that there is snow, or at least a lingering frost, to behold in its premature season. And I shall find some hikes and climbs and this will take me on to November and the coming holidays and frolicks!
I am happy. Therefore, it must be autumn.
I kid you not: I wake up gloriously happy, with a song in my heart and a plan for my day.
This doesn't necessarily happen in the hot months. In the hot months, I furtively plan my day, sliced into two polarized sections: Pre-dawn mornings, and post-sunset evenings (if even, the latter.) Even in the house, if the temperature eaks its way too far upward, my system shuts down into inactivity. I find myself sitting and doing..nothing productive. It's times like that, when I find myself cranking down the AC, "to take the edge off", and you know what? It's miraculous! A few degrees cooler, and I am once again a worker bee. I am up for anything, 50ยบ or cooler.
But let me tell you, the past few weeks have been happy ones. I am once again doing my 2x daily yoga. (Don't panic; I do fun stretches and balancing acts to prepare for the NEXT time I fall off my bicycle and into a sorghum field. No Cirque du Soleil nonsense here.)
This week I decided to trek out to the Konza Prairie each morning to hike. What fun! What beauty. And, what energy that lasted me the whole day long. Physical and mental energy from those happy, happy hikes out in nature.
What did I see on my morning hikes? Lots of wild turkeys. Some really pretty (and unafraid) deer. Three bluebirds. A dead skunk. (Yep: the eau de skunk was prevalent.) And buffalo! How fun is it, to hike out on a prairie, and see a herd (albeit smallish?) of buffalo, going about their herdish things?! What a great week of autumn. The leaves were a'tumblin'.
Next week sees me enjoying autumn in Colorado. I hope there are still aspen to behold in their golden glory. If not, I hope that there is snow, or at least a lingering frost, to behold in its premature season. And I shall find some hikes and climbs and this will take me on to November and the coming holidays and frolicks!
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