and yes, that is a sadly misshapen dung-beetle ball. Slacker.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Inadequate...
ALAS. While walking in a pasture this weekend, I found some puffball? mushrooms, but they are defeatist size. Miniscule in proportion, some were smaller than a Q-tip tip; incomparable to Bailey's. However, I did find the most incredible brilliant blue-violet flower at the same time!
and yes, that is a sadly misshapen dung-beetle ball. Slacker.
and yes, that is a sadly misshapen dung-beetle ball. Slacker.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Another Woodland Find.
Sounds like many mushrooms and some bear poop have been sited in the woods across the street from the kid's home. These are edible. (The mushroom!)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wild Plums=Wild Woman.
Sunday morning I promised Skinny Farmer Guy that I'd take his 'ol pickup out to a far pasture while following him in his tractor. I'd done this before, so I knew it was a ssssslow ride. I didn't mind the hour trip it took to get about 8 miles, because we took the backroads and I contemplated how very many different types of sunflowers overwhelmed the ditches along the way to Belvue...I nearly drove off the road gawking more than once (realize that I can't reach the clutch with my toes, so I shoved an old '70's radio behind my spine to push myself forward!)
I must also move aside numerous cig packs, skoal cans, tools, little notebooks and other debris in order to see above the dash, + watch out for any falling obstacles that could roll under the gas pedal or brake--its a hazardous job! Skinny Farmer Guy bought me a beer last night for this previous favor, so now he owes me another. [Since I was busy talking to him downtown, this saved me from the youngster "BeBe" trying to pick me up. BeBe may not mind that he is 11 years younger, but I do!]
We traveled through a few gates and across a couple narrowly-petrifying low-water crossings, before arriving at the spot with the disc. A really weird vine had tried to pull the tractor off the road like a devious sinuous anaconda and we yanked it away--bizarre prickly seed pods I wouldn't want to step on barefoot! Then we drove out to a field overtaken by lespedeza-- a terrible plant that is actually pretty. We looked at cut corn, (I observed flowering weeds!), pokeberries, elderberries ripening, and then at a major plum thicket still loaded with 2 different types; the purple ones were already over. I got back home 3 1/2 hours later!
Back at the plum thicket after lunch, I took a huge canning kettle and some smaller buckets but decided it was horrific to push one's way through the brush (I really tried) and didn't want to look like I'd been hit by shrapnel later with nasty scratches and gouges. Sniper-crawling UNDER the brush amongst the poison ivy was much easier (please don't let a vehicle drive by right now, please!) so I lay underneath and reached up to shake the trees. Wow! So ripe they fell like rain! Much easier and faster-- I think I got 9 small pails of ripe, wormless, pretty red/yellow plums. Looks like the yellow ones will be ready next week! I still felt like all my hair was ripped off my head in a frizzy aura, and tore the sleeves and back of an old flannel shirt...not a crazy bag-lady-- a crazy bucket-lady!
Check out the home--made plum jam and the "Skinny Farmer Guy Pott County Sand-hill Plum/Pepper Jam" I made that evening. No wonder I'm not getting much else done!
I must also move aside numerous cig packs, skoal cans, tools, little notebooks and other debris in order to see above the dash, + watch out for any falling obstacles that could roll under the gas pedal or brake--its a hazardous job! Skinny Farmer Guy bought me a beer last night for this previous favor, so now he owes me another. [Since I was busy talking to him downtown, this saved me from the youngster "BeBe" trying to pick me up. BeBe may not mind that he is 11 years younger, but I do!]
We traveled through a few gates and across a couple narrowly-petrifying low-water crossings, before arriving at the spot with the disc. A really weird vine had tried to pull the tractor off the road like a devious sinuous anaconda and we yanked it away--bizarre prickly seed pods I wouldn't want to step on barefoot! Then we drove out to a field overtaken by lespedeza-- a terrible plant that is actually pretty. We looked at cut corn, (I observed flowering weeds!), pokeberries, elderberries ripening, and then at a major plum thicket still loaded with 2 different types; the purple ones were already over. I got back home 3 1/2 hours later!
Back at the plum thicket after lunch, I took a huge canning kettle and some smaller buckets but decided it was horrific to push one's way through the brush (I really tried) and didn't want to look like I'd been hit by shrapnel later with nasty scratches and gouges. Sniper-crawling UNDER the brush amongst the poison ivy was much easier (please don't let a vehicle drive by right now, please!) so I lay underneath and reached up to shake the trees. Wow! So ripe they fell like rain! Much easier and faster-- I think I got 9 small pails of ripe, wormless, pretty red/yellow plums. Looks like the yellow ones will be ready next week! I still felt like all my hair was ripped off my head in a frizzy aura, and tore the sleeves and back of an old flannel shirt...not a crazy bag-lady-- a crazy bucket-lady!
Check out the home--made plum jam and the "Skinny Farmer Guy Pott County Sand-hill Plum/Pepper Jam" I made that evening. No wonder I'm not getting much else done!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The New Hobbit House
Nate and Bailey moved into town (Homer) yesterday and now have running water AND electricity. It does not appear to be an in-town dwelling although it is close to a school--here they are exploring the place with its little outbuildings and awesome plants.
Plus, Bailey "can waddle to the hospital in a blizzard"!Here is another humorous tidbit I received in an email:
Daphne is just the best little beast ever, ornery and playful as ever but listening; she learned really fast with a little help from the zapper. She likes the new house and has been sleeping by us on the floor without disturbing in the night, unless you get up to pee and you'll find she has just slipped up into your place in bed and is resting peacefully when you return.
That part about peeing? No longer will they be trapped inside the A-Frame with a mother moose and baby keeping them at bay from the outhouse--they also have indoor plumbing and a real shower!
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