Tuesday, August 23, 2016


Not everyone's an early bird at . . .


This was my travel fiber project – plying the post-TDF spindle yarn. I completed it last night as best I could; as you can see, there is a disappointingly large tangle of defeat that had to go in the trash instead of on the turtle.

I am happy to report that our little backpacking trip defeated NO one, though! My knees held up just fine (thanks to Aleve) and I was in better shape than I feared, leading the mostly uphill hike to Blue Lake. The weather was perfect, the location was stunning, and we had a good time. I have downloaded my photos, but still need to choose a few to save in lower resolution to share here. Until then, I leave you with the only photo that came close to capturing the amazing color that greeted us at our destination.

More later, from . . .

Thursday, August 18, 2016

The heat is on

My dad's cancer has been named – epitheliod hemangioendothelioma. The man who said he'd never submit to chemo or radiation is now prepared to do both. I will be doing everything I can to support him; that will probably mean more frequent trips to see him.

The weather is heating up, too, breaking records all over the western side of the state. So of course this would be the only weekend left to pony up on the promised backpacking trip for Brian's 8th grade graduation. It's supposed to be in the 90s up in the Cascades; I'm praying that none of us gets heat stroke.

I'll be watering my outside potted plants thoroughly tonight in hopes that will hold them until we get back; I may break down and put the oscillating sprinkler on the garden to keep it alive and producing. The seven remaining chickens are down to about an egg a day between the heat and molting. When we get back I'll be picking up the three Australorp pullets; hopefully that will boost production.

How about some hot fiddle as a pick-me-up?

That's it for now from . . .

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Every body's gotta eat

If you follow me on Instagram, then you saw this morning's harvest. Some of that ended up in tonight's supper:
Long, skinny noodles; long, skinny snake. Almost stepped on this little fellow near the hen house this morning. Wonder if he ate or got eaten today....
This butterfly was dining on nectar:
This butterfly was nectar-filled dinner (you might need to click to biggify):

Ketchup & Mustard, anyone? That's what this rose is called!

Eating good in the neighborhood of . . .