"Even the best laid plans

of mice and men often go awry". :)

Yes, they do! My intentions were to post once a week.  Anyhow, busy this morning with my usual jobs, the words, "even the best laid plans", kept going through my mind. Where did this come from? So, I Googled it. Awww, the poem, "To a Mouse", by Robert Burns. I sat and read the poem. 

Oh my, now I could get into some mouse stories. I've done a couple posts way back about tiny mice and my struggle to save their tiny lives. 

image borrowed from the computer

 

Maybe later. :) Friends, I am not believing, (forgive me for bragging) how pretty the teeny tiny garden is. Thank you Rose for your suggesting the old timey corn...the corn stalks are tall, some already 10' and still growing...

It's so much fun to watch everything grow and thrive. Last year the bell peppers and eggplants and even the tomatoes were such a disappointment. This year everything is doing well, and the one squash plant...

Well, you can see Poppy's arm, how small it appears compared to the plant. So far, we've gathered 22 squashes, there are 5 more almost ready to pick, and still many tiny ones coming on...one squash plant!!

Back to the corn, we found a tiny ear of corn coming on. Hickory Cane Corn grows only 2 ears per stalk...

How cute! Pink tassels for hair and see the huge cornfield bean vines winding up the huge stalks...so exciting!

And look what I found in the shade beneath the corn, a kitty cat...

 The next prettiest thing growing in the garden is the one Cone Flower...

All these blooms are from one single plant. I've never had any luck growing Cone Flowers so next year I just may have a row of just flowers. Wouldn't that be fun, and pretty!

Speaking of fun, Shelby and I were vendors at the Bee Jubilee in Oxford last Saturday. Fun, but a very hot humid 95-degree day. I was too busy fanning myself to take pictures. :)  Thank goodness for the cooler full of crushed ice, drinks, and battery-operated fans. The day went well. lots of customers, lots of sells. 

I do have an apron picture to show you. I've decided this is my favorite of all apron patterns. It's a little harder to make but worth the work...

I love the heart shaped bib, skirt, and pocket, and here's a blue print...

and matching bonnets...

The chicken print sold fast, as usual. I came home ready to start sewing again. 

Oh my gosh, I have talked your ears off again. So I will end this bragging and showing off pictures, but can I show you one more?

Little Violet got a new pocketbook to carry her important stuff in...

One year old and putting a cell phone in her bag. :) 

Thank you for visiting. Hope I haven't driven you all away. 

Love, Henny

Old cookbook and a poem

Mama's old Watkins Cookbook...

and Mama, back then...

I remember when the Watkins man used to stop by our house with his Watkins products. I'm sure that's how mama got the cookbook. She also had a set of beautiful glass ovenproof bowls she bought from the Watkins man. The middle size bowl was perfect for making her banana pudding...Daddy's favorite dessert.

Poppy is feeling much better...however, I woke up sick yesterday and had to see our doctor. Whatever this crap is, it's awful! headache, fever, sore throat, aches and pains...So, I too am on an antibiotic. 

Anyhow, with us both being sick, I was reminded of a little poem. A poem that mama kept in this cookbook.
                   .....................................
When pa is sick, he's scared to death
an' ma an' us just holds our breath;
he crawls in bed an' puffs and grunts,
an' does all kinds of crazy stunts.
He wants "Doc Brown" in mighty quick,
for when pa's ill, he's awful sick.
He gasps an' moans, an' sort of sighs,
he talks so queer an' rolls his eyes;
Ma jumps an' runs an' all of us,
an' all the house is in a fuss.
An' peace and joy is mighty skeerce-
when pa is sick it's something fierce!

When ma is sick, she pegs away,
she's quiet though, not much to say;
she goes right on a-doing things,
an' sometimes laughs, or even sings,
she says she don't feel so extra well,
but then its just a kind of spell,
she'll be alright tomorrow sure,
a good old sleep will be the cure;
an' pa he sniffs an' makes no kick,
for women folks is always sick'
an' ma, she smiles, let's on she's glad,
when ma is sick, it ain't so bad.
                                     (author unknown)

Actually, my sister Shelby found this old poem many years ago. Mama loved the poem, probably because it reminded her so much of daddy. She always kept a hand written copy folded and inside her old Watkins Cookbook.

Love,
Henny