Sunday, October 21, 2018

Spiffy Sunday

Today was sunny, and likely the last dry Sunday for the next, oh, five months. So we did what sensible people do – we spent the day mowing, hoeing, raking, sweeping, trimming, hauling, and burning! Now the yard looks spiffier than it has in recent memory, the garden is again weed-free for heading into winter, the brush pile is burned, and the people are pooped.

I didn't take before and after photos per se, but I did end up shooting the same side of our house yesterday and today because the colors were so pretty. If you biggify to look closer, you'll see that everything looks tidier now.

My big Japanese maple in the island bed is at its most beautiful right now. I took the first photo in yesterday's morning haze and the second in today's bright sunshine. As you can see, it is stunning in any light.

And that's all I have time to share tonight from . . .

Friday, October 19, 2018

An unwanted 'break'

My typically Teflon-coated immune system slipped up this week, big time. I came down with a bad cold, source unknown (unusual in itself; I'm usually "last man standing" among the germy), that got progressively worse through yesterday. I spent more time in bed Wednesday and Thursday than any able-bodied person should, but this morning I woke up feeling mostly normal, so I guess I'll live. (I think Jackson was worried!)

If you follow me on Instagram (button at right) you probably thought everything was normal from the photos I posted. It doesn't take much strength to push buttons on my iPhone and I mostly tried to keep up with my usual activities (until I couldn't), so I have lots of photos to share. I even started pecking away at fall sheep maintenance, but will do a separate post for that.

It's been unusually dry for October, so I've still been watering the garden. Checked for harvestable things the other day and ended up wishing I'd taken a bigger bowl! (Hmm; maybe I'll make a frittata for tonight's supper....) As I was closing the garden gate, I looked right to see the light shining through a curtain of fall maple leaves:

Feathers are flying and egg production is dropping; the soft gray feathers from molting blue Wyandottes are everywhere.

There was a "Showdown at the OK Corral" episode on the Chuckie Channel the other day. A fat gray tabby I didn't recognize was stalking our boy in the pasture. When he noticed me watching and taking pictures, he slunk off, but returned shortly for a closer confrontation. That time I chased the intruder away, not wanting Chuckie injured in a cat fight. Fortunately, I haven't seen the aggressive gray again, and Chuckie continues his charming ways.

Still wallowing in the wonderful light and fall colors.

That's our house, taken during an evening ride on the hill

Here's a cute photo (hummingbird tongue!) to caution you that I'm ending this post with a short rant (because, like I said, I do keep up with the news):

While most of the world reels from the horrific details recorded of a journalist's torture and assassination, Trump says he will wait to pass judgement until the assassins are done investigating themselves. (Why is no one reminding our citizens that 15 of the 19 hijackers on 9/11 were Saudis?!?) Then on Thursday at a rally in Montana, he praised the congressman who attacked a journalist last year, saying "Never wrestle him. Never. Any guy that can do a body slam, he’s my kind of, he’s my guy. We endorsed Greg really early, but I heard that he had body slammed a reporter. And he was way up, and I said, ‘Oh, this is terrible, he’s going to lose the election.’ But then I said, ‘Well wait a minute, I know Montana pretty well, I think it might help him,’ and it did … He’s a great guy and a tough cookie.” Trump has been hard at work throughout his campaign and presidency to TEAR DOWN our first amendment (among a great many other things), over and over and over again. As Dan Rather posted on FB this morning: "Pres. Trump's celebration of a congressman who assaulted a journalist is disgusting. The rapturous cheers from the crowd are deeply disturbing. The silence from GOP officials is the sound of cowardice. This has not, must not, will not be my America.
A free and independent press must be part of #WhatUnitesUs"

That's it for today from . . .

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Don't forget to change the channel sometimes

I keep up on the news (thanks, public radio!), but even when delivered without hype and hysteria there is much over which to be disturbed.

So I don't look at it, much less think about it, steadily. I start each day contemplating heavenly things, then tackle work on or off the place, tune into the Chuckie Channel, bask in autumn's awesomeness, spend some time on my mental-health mustang, try new recipes, spin or knit some yarn....

Yesterday morning I headed out to do chores and was arrested by the morning light streaming through the Sunset maple leaves beside the house.
I really didn't expect to capture it just as it appeared – so often the camera sees it differently – but I got lucky! Here is more of that lovely (if less dramatic) autumn light this morning:

Chuckie continues to charm, wanting to be near us wherever we are.

I think he wonders why the dogs get to come inside with us – maybe that's why Chuckie sometimes turns into Chucky....

The dogs, on the other hand, wonder why I always come in smelling like him.
"Love on ME, Mommy!"
We're getting some more needful tasks done outside. On Sunday, Rick and I worked on getting old screw holes in the barn roof caulked (I was the inside spotter-of-pinholes and location-caller; Rick was on the roof). Yesterday Rick rented a box scraper to grade areas around the barn for better drainage and smooth the driveway:

When I can fit it in, I'm spinning away on Blake's roving with my birch 'Egret' Jenkins Turkish spindle. Like its namesake, this spindle is a big, slow but steady flyer.

That's it for now from . . .

Thursday, October 11, 2018



Signs of squirreling away for winter:
Scenery on a trail ride:

A full spindle:
Several spindle turtles:

Sharing a seat with a special friend:

 Subtle shades of sunrise:


S-shaped, even!

A second spindle, ready to start spinning:
Last night Rick got home late and plopped in his recliner. I sat on his lap and put my arms around him for a hug – and recoiled from a sharp stab on the inside of my right wrist. I looked at Rick's shoulder to see what could have poked or stung me and saw nothing, but as the pain become more searing I scrambled for relief. When I couldn't find our hydrocortisone cream Rick said to apply a paste of baking soda and water – and announced he had found and killed a yellowjacket. The growing welt surrounded by redness had already told me that's what it had to be, even though it's been awhile since I've endured an encounter. But the baking soda paste worked fast and thoroughly, quieting the pain and erasing the welt. When it started to dry I washed it off and applied a smear of the now-found hydrocortisone cream, and by the time I went to bed, there was no sign of the encounter at all. I've never had such a short, successful recovery from a yellowjacket sting before, and now I know what to do in the event of another one. 😀

So long for now from . . .