Monday, July 31, 2023

Buggy Rideabout

'Tis the season for Queen Ann's Lace and Goldenrod, Thistles, wild Rose of Sharon and Trumpet Vine. As I cruised around the lake on the bumpy and dusty dirt road, I saw this bird on lookout duty!

The old tree promises not to fall on the home of a long-time resident this coming winter.
A variety of colors always grab my eye for a picture!
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Sunday, July 30, 2023

Background Check

Since I've learned how to create backgrounds of my own I no longer need to search for "just the right one" on the internet. I'm a real show off of this accomplishment but it does feed me with pleasure. Here are the ones I've made recently. Oh! The options are overwhelming! 

Saturday, July 29, 2023


I have a love for eggs — any day, any way. It must be partly related to all the stories I've heard about my grandmother's and mother's chickens. I am so lucky to have two friends nearby who share their egg supply with me. We had backyard chickens in the 40's and 50's. They sure helped by providing eggs for baking and cooking and also for meat. Bear with me for the OLD photos and for the kinda long chicken story that my mother wrote. Pauline was my mother. 

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Greenfoot Laid a Double-yolker Today

The carefully written words on the child’s stationery marched determinedly across the faint lines on the yellowed paper. At once the woman saw the flock of Barred Rock chickens (some called them “Plymouth Rocks”) as they cackled and crowed in the small coop and wire-enclosed yard.

All through the deep depression they had faithfully kept the family in eggs and meat when so much else was scarce or non-existent. It was true that the little girl had made pets of most of the fowl, but some were, of course, her favorites. “Greenfoot” was no exception. Her father was struggling in a far-off city at a job which would hold the little family together until better times would arrive. He came home only every weekend or two and the child’s newsy letters were his cherished link to home and loved ones. He would be glad to learn that Greenfoot was living up to her reputation.

Greenfoot, however, was a klutz! She was unusually large, her feathers were not marked precisely with black and white bars as any self-respecting hen would wear. Her feet were truly green on the top, and her comb was crooked and thick. She’d never take a prize at any county fair. She was clumsy and when sitting on her clutch of eggs she had managed to break most of them and ended up with only two baby chicks. But now she was back to laying her special eggs. Nearly every week she produced at least one double-yolked egg, if indeed it was not a soft-shelled one! This was news enough to write the father along with school gossip and the local weather.

Other chickens in the flock merited some recognition. “Lucy” was the best mother of the lot and her brood of ten black and ivory fluffy balls were well cared for and followed her all around the yard.

“Katy” was the star performer. When brought into the house and perched upon the little girl's lap, the chicken would sing her heart out whenever she was stroked and patted on the rump. 

“Tamey” was just what her name implied. She was the tamest of the whole flock and would squat obligingly whenever anyone approached to pick her up.

The resident rooster never got named, and it was just as well as he ended up in the kettle one cold winter day. Milk and cereal was the daughter’s supper that night. No chicken for her! For many years two beautiful curled long tail feathers were mounted on a card and pinned to the very desk where so many letters were written to the far-away parent.

Many, many years had gone by since the woman had thought about all these things. How strange that one small piece of paper, a brief letter written to her father, obviously cherished and preserved among his effects, discovered many years later, could bring back so very vividly the scenes remembered when she was just a little girl who missed her daddy and found comfort in the feathered friends.

      Pauline F. Nulton

Sunday, July 23, 2023

This is What Happens...

...when I go for a buggy ride in the neighborhood....(my story in pictures)
Fern very nice this year
Elderberries ripening
Invasive Honeysuckle???
Yardman— AKA > Rock Wall Builder

New project work
Home patio base
Garden Wall
Crocosmia 'Lucifer'
And I returned home with a zucchini and cucumber from his garden so I baked zucchini bread the very next morning.
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