Guess what I did last night. Six pies in the freezer. Three quart jars full of dehydrated apples. Might get out the view camera tonight and take this pic so it will enlarge.
Archives for September 2014
Jarred From a Nap
I was jarred from a Sunday afternoon nap just minutes ago by loud screams and barking next door.
After jumping up and getting my favorite tool for confronting threats, I stopped and thought, “maybe I should check the Vikings game score”
Sure enough, they’re ahead. The screams are explained. Favorite tool for confronting threats safely locked away.
Earl
Meet Earl.
Earl just turned 40. He’s a Japanese Juniper that has been Bonsai’d.
For many years, I’ve kept Bonsai’d plants and Earl here, is my latest acquisition.
Earl came from the same place that my last Bonsai came from. Only now………..Earl’s former caretaker has passed on and his son runs the business. So, he’s been cared for by two generations of folks and entrusted to me. (For a price that shall remain undisclosed)
Other Bonsais at “Yardley Gardens” have lived interesting lives and receive names that may reflect distaste for a particular person. If you care for them correctly, they flourish. But they’re in a pot and cannot overcome you. Now that may sound weird but I remind you that I have been certified as “perfectly normal” by a major healthcare provider. And………I will never have a Bonsai named “Essentia”.
When our youngest son, Greg, was in college, I came home one afternoon after work and found a ransom note and a very small branch off of the plant. The note said, “If you ever want to see Dave (another Bonsai plant named after somebody from a sate to our southeast) leave two bags of groceries containing the following items outside the Campus Apartments or you’ll never see him alive again.” Dave had been kidnapped. The ransom was paid, and “Dave” came home unscathed.
Yet another Bonsai traveled with us when we went camping. (They need to be cared for daily). It had been set outside the camper to get some sun while I took a rare and well deserved Saturday afternoon nap. When I woke and went outside it was gone and a very small stack of “Bonsai’d” firewood had been left in its place with yet another note.
The note explained that since I hadn’t brought firewood for the community campfire, the community had cut down “name withheld to protect the innocent with the same name” to make up for my share of the campfire wood.
And now there’s Earl.
Earl is named after a guy who drives a red Chevy S-10 at 30 MPH in a 55 MPH speed limit area during peak morning drive time. Earl pulls out right in front of you and just pokes along. Earl can make you late for work and he throws his cigarette butts out the window. Earl can frustrate you without even trying.
But I’ve got him now!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m off to the doghouse now.