Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Vodka

There has been a time or two when I have rushed into the local liquor store at ten o'clock in the morning to buy the smallest, sweetest, and least expensive bottle of brandy.  I explained to the clerk that I was making peach jam.

I have never bought Absolut Vodka.  The price has deterred me and I have never had the taste for it.  Actually, I don't know what to do with it.

But this has not stopped me from admiring the advertisements for this particular brand of Vodka.  I found the ads to be extremely creative and even funny.

The bottles of this brand of Vodka are plain, yet sophisticated, distinctive, and immediately recognizable on the shelves or in the ads.  I also admire the imagination of the makers of the Vodka.  What will they come up with next?

I don't particular like cilantro either; consequently, I won't be rushing out to the local liquor store to buy a pint of Vodka.  Not today, any way.

Cheers! 

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The Ugly and the Unwanted

The ugly and the unwanted may just as well be an essay on the human condition but that is too deep and too philosophical, not to mention judgmental, for me to write about in this April Challenge for bloggers that I am sort of side stepping any way.


I really had to scratch my hairless head for the letter U.  But since spring is in full swing, there are those ugly and unwanted critters that are awakening and will visit the garden to nibble on new and vulnerable plants and seedlings.

To do least harm to the environment, I found a recipe "to clobber bugs and thugs" in the early spring garden.  I hope Jerry Baker doesn't mind me sharing his tonic from his book Backyard  Problem Solver.

Mix the following ingredients together and put in a handheld sprayer:

3 tbs baking soda
2 tbs Murphy's Oil Soap
2 tbs canola oil
2 tbs vinegar
2 gal warm water

It is important that the plants be well sprayed, the underside of the leaves too, until they are dripping wet.  This may have to be repeated a few times.

It is also important to catch the ugly and the unwanted bugs and thugs early in the spring before they have a chance to do too much harm.

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Monday, April 24, 2017

Thank You

I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for reading my blog and making comments.  Thank you for supporting the April Blogging Challenge for this year.  It has actually been fun and interesting for me; no pressure.  It has also been therapeutic for me to write my blog journal.
Thank You!

Enjoy e.e.cummings poem:

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and  a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

I am also adding a saying by Dag Hammarskjold:

For  all that has been,
Thank you.
For all that is to come,
Thank you.

Another profound saying by Dag Hammarskjold:

The longest journey is the journey inward.


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Saturday, April 22, 2017

She Shed

I have spent many happy hours modifying and outfitting a 16X10 ft.barn shaped she shed. So far, the shed is taking shape and form on paper only.  I was so inspired by John Muir who wrote that "Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world" that I have selected a location among a few cedar trees for my she shed.



When I enter my imaginary shed from the west, I will see a blue IKEA Futon on the opposite side. On the wall above the Futon, I plan to hang photographs of Evelyn Roses from my yard.

To make reaching the Futon under the loft more romantic, I will have to enter through lacy IKEA Alpine curtains.  Then lounge on the Futon and have  glass of chilled Chardonnay.
This is as far as I have gotten on my plans for my own (and granddaughter's) she shed.

The shed to the right houses our tractor, lawn mower, and trimmers as well as the garden supplies.  My shed will be placed in front of it and it will be painted in the same colors.

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Friday, April 21, 2017

Rehab

During my last stay in the hospital. I was wearing street clothes and lipstick.  I wasn't hooked up to any fluids; I could eat and enjoy their surprisingly good food.  I wasn't sick:  I just couldn't walk.

A physical therapist showed me how to use a walker without wheels and he approved of how I handled the walker with wheels. Most of my days were spent testing and on Saturday afternoon, I was outfitted with braces for my feet and legs.

Then there was talk about putting me into a live-in rehabilitation where I could receive physical therapy daily and on a regular basis.  Initially, I thought that it was a good idea, but the insurance company had to approve.

While waiting for the insurance company's blessing, I really started to think about this prospect.  What are they going to do to me in rehab?  Why can't rehab come to me?  I would be satisfied if a physical therapist came to my home, worked with me, and showed me how to exercise my legs and feet.

I  began to protest:  I don't want to go to rehab!  I don't want to sit in the hospital and wait.  I want to go home to familiar surroundings.  If I could, I would bolt.


I don't want to go to rehab!  I want to go home.  Now!

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

Quiet Time

This is precious time that is difficult to find.  There is the television reporting on murder and mayhem; robo calls, and people knocking on your door offering to replace your roof, windows, or cut down your trees for a price.  Give me a break:  leave me alone.

I find quiet time in my garden, weather permitting.  I usually take my cup of hazelnut coffee with me when I go out for an inspection tour.  Most often, I start by pulling one tuft of weed and then another.  Before I know it, I am down on my knees, creeping and crawling along the plants, weeding.

When I pause to take a sip of now tepid coffee, I hear the kindergarten kids from across the field squealing with delight.  Their voices carry on the wind.

Quiet time is indeed elusive but a little noise has never hurt me as long as my thoughts are still and quiet.

Back in the Summer Kitchen taking a zip of my now cold water, I thumbed through some papers and found the following note that I had put together about silence from Awakening the Buddha Within by Lama Suryaa Das.   Let me share it with you:

Silence is true
Silence is golden
Silence is medicinal
Silence is healing
Silence is real
It is within me

Find your own quiet time and enjoy it.
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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Potato and Pear Soup

What a combination!  When following this recipe, it will serve eight hungry people.  If you don't have that many around your table, halve the recipe.

Ingredients for eight servings:

2 tbs butter/marg or canola oil for sauteing 2 leeks or onions of compatible size
4 cups chicken broth


2 lbs Russet potatoes (cut in 1 inch cubes, or so)
2 lbs Bartlet pears (or pears of your choice; peel, and core, cube or slice
1/4 cup light brown sugar
2 tsp salt to taste

Direction:

Saute leeks or onions until soft.  Use a large pot.  Add broth, potatoes, and pears.  Boil/simmer for about 25 minutes.  Mash.  Pure in blender, using batches.  While still hot,stir in brown sugar.

When serving. decorate with a doll-up of sour cream or a sprig of parsley.  Enjoy.

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