Friday, September 22, 2017

Country Living

Don't know what struck me, but I am still in the throws of fall cleaning.  

Everything has been moved out of the little hall bathroom, the walls and woodwork cleaned and taped, and made ready to paint...brought the paint home yesterday, and plan to do that first thing this morning!

There were two basket sitting on top of the mirrored cabinet that held, probably every tiny seashell that Poppy and I have ever picked up on the beach. Talk about dust!! Anyhow, carrying the two baskets, plus a few more, outside to wash and let dry in the sun, I remembered my old "Country Living" magazine collection starting from the early 1980's.

Oh my goodness friends, I practically lived for each new issue. A regular feature was, "Simple Country Pleasures" written by Jo Northrop. Jo Northrop grew up on a farm in North Carolina. I remember once she wrote about cleaning and how she carried all the baskets down to the pond to wash them and leave them in the sun to dry.

If only I had a farm and a pond to wash baskets in, and a log cabin in the country! It was the early 80's. I was a secretary, living in a two bedroom apartment with two teenage daughters. Far from any kind of country living.

This issue, I just pulled from the stack, happened to be about the changing season, from summer to fall.

"Country Living" magazine was full of everything I dreamed about having. They featured log homes and...

look at these colors. This was 1985. Poppy would move out! Hey?? Just kidding.

I did get the log cabin, with the french doors, and a pond for washing baskets, and in the country. 

here's the dull dreary bathroom I'm fixing to paint...

really dull, with everything moved out. :(

not a lot I can do in such a small room. As Poppy says, you have to back out to turn around. 

I'm getting busy now. Thank you for listening again.


Monday, September 18, 2017

Busy as a bee!

We picked these wildflowers along the dirt road..I picked the Goldenrod flowers, and Poppy went through the deep, snaky looking grass for the purple and yellow ones. The two zinnias look pretty bad. 

All summer I've wanted a vase of zinnias for the house, but simply can't bear to cut them. What's wrong with me?? 

These last few days, I've actually been doing some fall cleaning. Remember that dreadful bottle collection in the living room? "Dreadful" because it's me who does the dusting...

the "before" picture from the last cleaning frenzy.

and "after"!

All summer we've had the curtains down. But for fall and winter, with the windows and screens washed and clean, I like the coziness of curtains.

Oh, you can still find dust, I'm not finished yet, but mostly I'm proud of the shiny clean windows and screens...and bottles!

looking out onto the back porch.

and, I washed all the old pots and oil lamps on the porches, and added a clean tablecloth.

have you ever seen anybody as proud of doing a little cleaning?

got the kitchen window washed too and hung the clean curtains. Gosh, didn't see all the wrinkles until now. Maybe the wrinkles will fall out after a few nights of washing dishes in hot water just below them. If not, the ironing board is in the sewing room.

Big ruffled curtains are probably out of style but I still love them.

the old cupboard sure looks better with the dust wiped off.

Still have lots of cleaning to do, but for now I'm off the the grocery store. The kitties finished the last can of food first thing this morning. There will be a lot of meowing before long. 

Thank you, if you're still here. Who wants to hear about cleaning house, anyhow. :)


Saturday, September 16, 2017

This and That

Thank you for the happy birthday wishes. You are the best friends ever! I appreciated each comment very much. 

I was surprised to find the bean vines in the teeny tiny garden full of beans needing to be picked...

so I picked them...a whole big dishpan full.

then cooked them up nice and tender and seasoned with a little fat back grease...just the way we southerners like them. Well, this southerner anyway.

While I'm in the kitchen, let me show you something pretty a blogging friend sent me...

a very pretty and very red canister set. It is nice! and it's heavy! I LOVE it! and you know how I am about red in the log cabin.  You may know "Vic". I don't think she has a blog, but she does follow and read several blogs. I  have enjoyed comments from Vic on my blog for a long time. 

Anyhow, Vic said they were packing up their belongings from a small home they were selling. A get away home. She said the red canister set made her think of me. So Vic went to the trouble of packaging and mailing it to me. Isn't that just the nicest thing to do? I am tickled to death. Thank you Vic!

and a different kind of surprise. Look who was sitting under the beauty berry bush, washing that cute little face, just before daylight this morning...

I'm thinking the name "wilder" suits him. What do you think?

the pink knockout roses are blooming again.

Well, I've about covered everything for today. Thank you for your friendship. 


Thursday, September 14, 2017

Checking in

Things have settled down here, a bit. Sweet little Asa is buried next to Shae. It will just take time to get past the sadness of it all. 

I loved these two little goats. Poppy gave them to me for my birthday several years ago. They were young here, we had just brought them home. Where do the years go?

and speaking of happens to be mine, and of all things, I had to get my driver's license renewed. Couldn't help but think about mama. Mama would start worrying six months before the date her driver's license were to expire...afraid she would fail, and not get her license. She would say with disgust, "my old driver's license expire this year". 

The little wild bunny has been showing up in the yard every evening just before dark. It is so cute to walk out and see him sitting there. 

Better start supper. I'll end this, not much of a post, with a picture or two of the little herb garden.

It's nothing special, but has finally started to grow and fill in. This is pineapple sage.

I have no luck growing thyme, and that, to me, is one of the prettiest.

Oh, I have new followers! Thank you! 


Sunday, September 10, 2017

Poor sweet animals

Sorry it has been almost a week since my last post. Life is busy, and can sure be sad at times.

As far as my eye problem, it is improving. There are still floaters, but nowhere near as bad as they were. Vision in my right eye is clearing up too.

I hate to even talk about troubles at home with this Hurricane Irma tearing through Florida right now, destroying lives...

But, "Asa", my little black Pygmy goat is dying. In spite of all we have done, she is dying, and it is breaking my heart. 

this was Asa a few months ago, healthy with her black shiny coat.  Asa has always been sweet natured and quiet. My heart has been breaking over this for three days now. 

Also, here on Henny Penny Lane...

It was at least four days ago that Poppy mentioned hearing what sounded like an unusual bird...a very shrill crying kind of call. We decided the sound was coming from a hole in a maple tree between the back porch and the pond. The same tree where the pileated woodpecker lives, or used to live.

On our way down to check things out, a tiny little baby squirrel ran right up to Poppy. It was the sweetest, help! could you be my mama. I'm cold and hungry. There were more cries and we found another baby clinging to a tree. Now there were two!

This picture was taken by "Hope". Hope is certified by the state to care for little abandoned animals. Isn't "Hope" the perfect name for someone who takes in animals like these? Thank goodness, we found her. She took the first two baby squirrels on Friday. 

You can probably imagine how bad I hated to give up these baby squirrels. But Hope knows exactly what they need. She has formula to mix and the bottles for feeding them.

Poppy and I knew there were more babies. We could hear them crying. It has been cool and breezy today and the babies were not only hungry, they were cold too. Poppy sat in the back yard with the binoculars. Mel, he called. There is another baby coming out of the nest. I held my hands up on the tree and the baby crawled right to me. Shortly, another baby squirrel climbed out of the nest and down the tree into my hands.

I filled a plastic bottle with hot water and wrapped it in a flannel cloth. I held each of the baby squirrels until they were asleep, then tucked them into the warm blankets. Something must have killed their mother. How pitiful that these babies have waited probably four days with no food.  

I called Hope, and we met at a store in town. She now has all four baby squirrels. Thank you Hope. 

There was lots to talk about tonight, but here it is almost 9:30, so it will be for another post. Thank you for your comments and well wishes about my eye, and thank you dear Deb and Connie for checking back on my last post. That was so nice of you. 


Sunday, September 3, 2017

It's all age related!

Last Wednesday I got these awful floaters in my right eye...Floaters that looked like dragon flies. Then the floaters turned to black loops and swirls. 

Thursday early, I called the eye doctor and was told to come in ASAP. My eye was bleeding very slowly and's called Vitreous something?? Anyhow, he sent me right on to another doctor in Raleigh.  I'm going to be fine, hopefully, but right now the vision in my right eye is blurred. It's like looking through a very dirty window and the floaters now look like a wad of curls hanging over my right eye.

The doctor in Raleigh wants to watch this very closely, in fact, I was back in his office on Friday, and have another appointment this coming Friday. 

The teeny tiny garden is looking wild and overgrown these days...

I think it is kind of pretty this way...

too soon it will be gone...

a citron melon vine has volunteered and come up and there are little melons growing...

pink zinnias

and a tangle of tomato vines and pepper plants...

but we found these in the tangle...
tomorrow I want to pickle a quart of these peppers, hot and mild together. I love them!!

That's about it. Thank you for stopping in.


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

It made me happy

Last evening at the edge of dark, I closed the chickens up for the night, and walked alone down the path toward the tool shed, then past the empty little wild bunny's pen, all the while thinking and hoping...

and there it was, a small bunny with those familiar two tall ears, on the dam eating clover.♡  Oh, no doubt, it was the little wild bunny. He looked up as I walked closer then went right back to eating. 

Knowing he survived his first night back in the wild, I went back to the house happy.

Did not have the camera with me, but on the way back to the house saw the sky was a pretty red. Of course, by the time I got back with the camera the red had faded.

Since that dry spell in June, we've had more rain. It was a surprise to see tender green beans on the vines again.

plenty enough to cook for supper. More than anything else in the garden, we hate to see the tomatoes go. We are getting okra now and even a couple more eggplants...and friends, I made eggplant parmesan and it was delicious! Seriously!

I still talk about how Poppy and I almost divorced over my trying to make eggplant parmesan two summers ago. The recipe was new to me, and complicated. It called for crispy fried eggplant slices (which took forever), and then sauce made from scratch. I was hot and tired and it took me hours to make the stuff. When finally, we sat down at the table to eat, Poppy tasted it and said, eeew, what is this! I almost packed up and left. 

Anyhow, we lived through it!

Better get busy...and thank you for not deleting me and my blog! :)


Monday, August 28, 2017

Empty nest

The wild bunny is free now. I'm sure going to miss that sweet face. He slept curled up there just inside the entrance to his little straw hut. It felt like the right thing to do early this morning, but now, here at the edge of dark, it's feeling a lot like the wrong thing. I'm worried about him.

he stopped here briefly in the grassy area before disappearing into the woods...where wild bunnies live. We've been out several times to see if we could spot him, but we never did. 

Poppy reminded me of the quote that goes something like, "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it is yours. If it doesn't, it never was."

pulling weeds and bamboo grass here, I nearly grabbed this big praying mantis. No wonder he is giving me that evil look. 

and pitiful looking, but here is the persimmon tree I bought last year at Walmart...half dead and on sale. Still looks about half dead, but it's growing persimmons.

been busy weeding and mowing...

and remember how I tackled this weedy mess a week or so ago...

here is the bed now, layered with compost, newspaper, grass clippings, and leaves...
can't wait to fill the bed with Iris again.

Thank you for visiting. Hope to be back soon.