Monthly Archives: August 2010

Bad Blogger, Bad, Very Bad…..

I will take photos of my goofy chickens and horribly ugly wretched garden tomorrow (if it does not pour). The garden got trammeled by heat, dry and bugs. The squash got those beetles that lay their eggs in the stem and the maggoty things grow in the stem and kill the squash. The cucumbers got a blight spread by cucumber beetles. So I will go write 100 times:

Row Covers
Meanwhile......
WE HAVE EGGS!
Yay Mavis! Mini started this week, and Lulu is right behind! The next 4 should start in another 3 weeks or so, one of the Bettys is getting close.....

Blueberry jam . . .

It seems like a million years since I last made jams or jellies, or did any kind of canning for that matter.  It used to be a fairly regular thing . . . peaches, pears, apricots, cherries, tomatoes--you name it, I canned it.  But I always loved making jams especially.

When I went to the The Little Red Barn last month, Jennifer and Claire brought a plate with watermelon and fresh, beautiful blueberries.  I later read Jennifer's blog and found out where she got her blueberries--she later helped me order some from Blueberry Hill Farms and I picked them up one day last week.  Rowan was with me when I picked them up and held them in her lap while we drove home.  Although I warned her about eating unwashed berries, her little lips were blue with them by the time we got home.  I had to agree that they were fantastic--so fresh, crisp, and organic to boot! 
After eating blueberry pancakes for nearly a week, munching on handfuls of them for snacks, and offering them up to visitors every chance I got, yesterday was the day that the abundance had to be made up into blueberry jam.  Rowan was here to help--she did a good job of mooshing up the berries with the potato masher and put the labels on beautifully!  What a great helper she is!!

The finished product is fantastic!  I'm so glad I preserved some of this flavor to remember in December or January when the winter snow makes fresh blueberries only a distant memory.

The fish . . .

I've been writing posts and not posting them for several days.  I'll have to go back and fix that.  However . . . it's pretty hard to post a picture that hasn't been taken, and all my posts refer to pictures.  Unfortunately, my camera battery is a goner, and I can't find my charger.  I know it's around, just how to find it is the mystery.  Sort of like looking for my glasses and realizing they're on top of my head serving as a headband.  But in the meantime, I'll use my Blackberry camera which, truthfully, isn't all that bad. 


Where do you usually find your glasses when they've been lost?







So . . . for today, take a look at this girl, my sweet Rowan, lounging in the pool.  What a happy, sweet girl she is!
 
What are your grandkids doing this summer that's fun for them, and you?

More Excellent Adventures

I’m just about ready to leave Hopewell Junction and head out to my next stop, but before I leave I’m using the computer here to bring you up-to-date on ME!

The weather, as you know, has been very hot and humid, so I didn’t go out too much.  I mostly hung around with some new friends I met here.  This picture shows us having afternoon tea — we did that almost every day and it’s a tradition I’ve grown to like a lot. (Don’t forget you can click on the photos to make them  bigger so you can see more detail.)

I also spent time learning to read music and SING!  Here I am practicing a few of my favorites, including a Bach aria.  (I’m a tenor.)

On nice days, I liked to spend time in the garden smelling the flowers and climbing on the old stone wall.

Then came a REALLY big day.  It was time for me to hit the scene in the BIG APPLE!  I was so excited I could hardly stand it.  First we drove to the train station at Cold Spring, NY.  It’s right on the shores of the Hudson River.  Here I am by the river (I had to be careful that I didn’t fall in and get my fleece wet.  You can’t go to New York City wearing a wet fleece.)

The train trip was great except that some people were looking at me funny.  I didn’t like that.  But the views of the river and the scenery from the train made it worthwhile.

And then — there I was in Grand Central Station (“Crossroads of a million private lives, a gigantic stage on which are played a thousand dramas daily.”  Never mind; that’s from an old 1940s radio show and I don’t expect anyone reading this to remember that little bit of arcane entertainment history.)  Here’s a picture of me taking a look at the Main Concourse in the station.

I made my way down 42nd Street to the Main Library.  I wanted to meet the famous library lions, Patience and Fortitude.  You know the whole thing about the lion and the lamb lying down together, right?  So I wasn’t the least bit afraid, although those lions were bigger than I expected them to be.  I could have been in serious trouble.

As long as I was at the library, I thought I’d stop to do a little research.  Here’s a photo of me in the Main Reading Room.  Interestingly enough, no one here paid any attention to me.  I wonder if many sheep go there to do research. . . .

Then, at long last, I made it to the ultimate destination for any sheep visiting Manhattan.  Where, you ask?  Why, the Sheep Meadow in Central Park!  I simply couldn’t control myself.  I had to roll around in the grass.

Then I stopped off at Strawberry Fields and the Imagine Circle.  People there seemed to like me and my picture was taken by a lot of tourists visiting at the same time.  I like the idea that people from all over the country and from other countries, too, will have a photograph of me when they get home.  If only they knew my whole story. . . .

Then I made a quick visit to another iconic New York City landmark.  I’m not going to tell you which one it is.  I bet you can figure that out for yourself.

Whew!  What a busy, exciting day I had.  When I got back north to Dutchess County, I decided it was time to climb back into my box and move on once more.  There is always more to see and learn.  In this photo you can see the nice pin I got  for my collar.  It shows one of the library lions.  I’m not sure if it is Patience or Fortitude — but it is one of them.

My new best friend forever, Nicky, came to say good-bye to me.  So long, Nicky!  We had great fun together.  I’ll miss you, but I know I got miles to go and many more exciting times ahead of me.


Love a girl today . . .

Many of you are familiar with Ruth, the beautiful Great Pyrenees girl adopted by my friend, Cindy, at Jacob's Reward Farm, as a guard dog for her south pasture.  Since May, she's been firmly ensconced in Cindy's house and is still in need of a forever home.  And while she probably will never "guard" again, she is still one of the most lovable, sweet, beautiful dogs I've ever seen.  If you, or perhaps a retired parent or grandparent, would like a fantastic companion, please consider Ruth.  I'm convinced there's a family out there who needs her as much as she needs them.  Ruth is doing well now, but just needs a home--take a look at Cindy's blog for more information about Ruth:  I'll Love You Forever