We had just three little Delicata squash on the vine in our community garden plot.
At the going rate of 68 cents per pound we thought we would at least break even on our investment in the two squash plants we had purchased at the clearance price of 79 cents each.
But then there were only two.
We were very upset. More upset, some thought, than the situation warranted.
With our new, amazing, community garden "wildlife enclosure" (which is actually a "produce enclosure") it was unlikely the usual suspects, the Duncan Creek whitetail herd, were the culprits.
The generous soul in the household supposed someone hungry was benefiting from the free food.
The suspicious soul in the household who has observed youths pass through the garden on the way to the skate-park, basketball court, and swimming in the creek, felt that the oblong squash's resemblance to a football, and an overwhelming temptation to spiral one into the crick for a teenage version of Pooh Sticks was the likely motive.
In any case, the generous soul, when assigned to cut down the massive clump of comfrey growing next to our home compost bin found, hiding under the tangle of leaves, this beautiful little bonus, volunteer Sweet Dumpling sprouted from last year's discarded squash guts.
In telling this tale to another generous, wise, if only politely interested soul rooted in this household, he proclaimed it "Squash Justice". Hear, hear!
And so, whether a full belly from eaten squash, or the thrill of the toss of same was the mystery history of the Delicata, we wish the "borrower" well and hope it is the first in a series of pay it forward events.
If you go to Sheboygan to go to the Art Center make sure you "gotta go" cause you are going to want to see them all.
And, this is one place where gender will not keep anyone out of the "ladies" or "gents" as a kindly docent would be happy to help you investigate any of the facilities as long as the "coast is clear" of anyone trying to actually do their business in any of them.
Go! Have a look in the loo. And then go some more.
It is a great time to try authors you have been meaning to read, own old favorites, or take a chance on something that might be too quirky or, wonderfully quirky.
Sometimes you find just the book that speaks to you in multiple ways. Badgers. Check. Great illustrations. Check. Heartwarming narrative. Check!
We cried some more.
If you choke up too much to read a book out loud you know it is a winner.
And eventually, with practice, and the desire to share the story with your little badger, you will get the words out. And if he or she is snuggled on your lap, where all the best story times happen, they will not be able to see your glistening eyes even if they wonder why you are taking unusually long pauses between pages.
Can You Do This, Old Badger? - Two thumbs up, five teardrops, and five chuckles for this charming story of a little badger learning the ways of the world from his old badger grandpa. - NDL Review
We went to a donut sale at a local church and came home with brooms.
The men's group was selling them and although it was not the main focus of the day's fundraiser they did a fine job with their sales pitch (that they were made in U.S.A. and that NAFTA has been hard on the broom industry was mentioned more than once), closed the deal, and then ran to their broom closet to get the items we had chosen. The silver tongued deacon doing the selling even managed to convince us it would be sensible to go for the buy three, get a whisk broom free deal. And since we couldn't even remember the last time we saw a whisk broom for sale we succumbed to nostalgia and the deal of the day.
We were really after some big old brooms for use in garage, sidewalk and drive way, but fell for the Kitchenette on first sight. Who would not love a broom that boasts a sweeping distance of 97 miles?
So when you see us keeping America's Highways clean by sweeping our way to St. Paul one day move over and give us a little non-startling honk if you love a litter-free landscape.
Improbably, NDL is responsible for production of the Garden Club Annual Directory. After the meat and potatoes content of the publication is updated it is time to add a bit of fluffy filler. One year it was garden tips, another quotes, and this year... notes on gardening with nature by NDL her ownself.
You may notice that by the end of the directory year NDL was getting a bit punchy with editing fatigue, but we hope you may find at least one small uncultured pearl of wisdom here:
September - Designate an area in your
yard to let milkweed and other butterfly host and food plants grow. Mark it as
a butterfly friendly area so the neighbors will know you are growing “weeds”
with the intention of being environmentally friendly.
October - As you clean up the garden for winter, create, some natural bird feeding
stations by leaving seed heads intact and encouraging small recesses for water
to pool. Your fine-feathered friends will
appreciate your thoughtfulness.
November - If you are interested in
free plants don’t mulch too heavily under known reseeding perennials. Then,
next spring look for volunteer seedlings to relocate or nurture in place.
December - While your memory is fresh
make note of which of your plants need dividing for garden bed expansion,
sharing with friends, or donating to a plant sale. If possible,
before they disappear for the winter try to remember what color that iris,
lily, or phlox was and write it down with a map to the plant’s location.
January - When the snow falls take a look at who is making tracks in your yard.
Knowing which creatures are living in your garden and where they hide may help
you to gently encourage their relocation, or continued presence in your garden
starting a nature/garden journal. Record your observations from year to year to
keep track of when trees bud, birds leave and return, and when your first ripe,
red tomato appears.
February - Armchair gardening has kept
many a restless gardener going until she can get back in the dirt again. Get
out those catalogs, books, and notes from last year’s garden efforts and start
to dream and plan for this year’s garden campaign. Now is the
time to review horticultural hits and misses and how to repeat or avoid them.
March - If you are planning a vegetable
garden consider planting a row to share. Programs like Grow a Row for the
Hungry encourage us with helpful tips to grow extra produce to share with area
food pantries or communal dining sites. Even a free basket on your curb during
garden bounty time can help families add to their good nutrition efforts. Or
extend this idea to growing arow of
lovely flowers for floral designs to share with friends, family, nursing homes,
your church, or to grace the serving table of one of the above mentioned
communal dining sites such as Agnes’ Table or the reception area of the Open
Door Clinic.Spread health and
happiness, and smiles!
April - Arbor Day is a good time to hug a
tree, but don’t kill it with kindness. Mulch around a tree trunk should be more
like a donut that leaves the base exposed than a mulch volcano. 2 to 4” of mulch depth is enough to suppress
weeds and show you care, without smothering it with love.
May - To avoid frustration protect your
plants from baby bunnies who are trying out all kinds of greenery to see what
is tasty. You can use this advice from February to October as rabbits have a 28
day gestation period and can produce up to seven litters per year. They are
really cute, and very hungry.
June - Use your camera to help you remember good ideas from gardens you visit.
Capture that lovely combo in a container planting or a particularly striking
perennial pairing. Don’t forget to snap shots of your own favorite garden stars
for your records.
July - If inviting friends to tour your
garden it is a kindness to them and yourself to leave a few weeds, some undone
deadheading, or an unfurled garden hose lying out. A garden is a dynamic work
in progress, not a completed masterpiece. Everyone enjoys seeing other
gardeners’ spaces, and no one expects perfection.
August - Invasives are like wolves
in sheep’s clothing. Most were transplanted because of their beauty in the
garden and only later discovered to be a danger to our native habitat. Weeding
out invasives from our gardens and project areas calls for a “tough love”
We checked out the town, had lunch, and met an elderly gentleman who asked us about the current election in the states and what we thought about "That Noisy Fella". The man stated that he thought the candidate in question "could wreak havoc in an empty box". Spot on, fine sir!
Moving along we passed a window display that informed us that we were not at the Spatularium showroom, but that if we wanted to be we should keep walking a mile or two down the road and we would be there. This of course was way too intriguing to ignore.
We walked to the edge of town and finally arrived and found the "showroom" was actually a woodshop, and backroom office full of plastic totes stuffed with product.
No worries, the staff was friendly and accommodating showing us the wares and telling us all about the business. Then the spatula artist himself showed up and gave us the workshop tour including instruction on the basics of spatula creation.
Tim Foxall is a very enthusiastic and congenial guy. His spatulas reflect his spirit.
We couldn't choose, so we went for the quantity discount.
It was a bit like going to the dog pound and trying to leave all the puppies but one, behind. Fortunately the spatulas take less care and travel well so we could be a bit more generous in giving them homes.
If you are ever in Haltwhistle, UK we recommend you stop in at the spatularium to see Tim and his crew and all their little spatula friends.
On our recent trip to England we were talking with the mother of a wee one who, when the bairn became a bit fussy midday said it was time for her Sunday Roast Lunch. We were quite surprised as the little girl, just 7 months old or so didn't seem to have enough teeth to manage a meal such as this classic family repast.
Then the mother clarified that her Sunday Roast Lunch was pureed in a jar.
Later that week when we were in Hexham checking out the local grocery store as we always do when we travel we spotted an amazing selection of mushy meals for babies with real names you would find on any pub menu in England.
Just in case you can't read these they are: Lancashire Hotpot, Fisherman's Bake, Scrumptious Sunday Lunch, Hearty Cottage Pie, and Spaghetti Bolognese.
These sound right tasty and many measures more exotic than we remember baby food being when we last bought it two decades ago.
You have to be 7-months-old to eat these. Imagine the burps that come out of these intrepid infant diners. Stand back!
Not only is this great packaging, we think it is the national philosophy.
Why not? Good as anything.
And perhaps the accompanying sentiment that a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down will be reaffirmed upon the release of "Mary Poppins Returns", starring Emily Blunt set to open Christmas Day 2018.
We hope Lin-Manuel Miranda, of "Hamilton" fame, as a London lamplighter opposite Blunt's Mary Poppins will have an accent more acceptable than that of Dick Van Dyke who has offended ears since 1964 with his awful cockney impression. But if there are still problems with the production not living up to standards just remember what Julie Andrews had to say....
In every job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game
And every task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! A spree! It's very clear to see that
A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig
Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a merry tune to toot
He knows a song will move the job along - for
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
Buy yourselves some Jujubes, Milk Duds, or Junior Mints at the concessions counter, spoon them into your gob, sit back and enjoy.
Fortunately, right on the heels of learning there would be no wild rice to harvest this year we received a windfall in the form of free grapes to ease our disappointment and give us an up North project.
The free grapes were not just any grapes.
They were beautiful, blemish-free, perfectly ripe Concord grapes that made wonderful juice and jelly.
The jars full of the sugary, violet concoction glisten in the sun like gems. So pretty.
And the flavor is not to be beat. Jelly on toast is the best.
But the PBJ is a close second. Hadn't had one in years. Now we are eating them everyday.
And here, according to the Concord Grape Association is the story of how the famous partnership of PB and J was formed:
Three products came together in World War II to create the lunch classic, the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Welch’s invented Grapelade in 1918.
The next major product improvement was bagged, pre-sliced bread, created in 1928.
The last product came from the need to get U.S. soldiers more protein during World War II. Inexpensive but nutritious, peanuts were ground into a smooth, buttery consistency, canned, and put into soldier’s rations.
Somewhere, someone mixed his rations in a very new way, and so we have been eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for sixty years now.
If you come around this upcoming holiday season you might be offered a small glass of blackberry cordial made from our very own up North blackberries.
The recipe came from an octogenarian church lady with whom we have served many funeral dinners.
The recipe is simple: 4 cups berries, 4 cups sugar, 2 cups vodka.
Stir once-a-week for several months. Strain. Enjoy.
Do you remember the sisters on the Waltons? They often offered their guests refreshment of "the recipe". We like to think we are helping to carry on a lovely tradition of making food and drink from local ingredients that stretches way back past our church lady friend. In fact she may have gotten the recipe from her famous relative who might have picked blackberries from the same bramble patches that she does now.
Perhaps it was handed down from the wife of her great Grandfather who is remembered for having sold the eagle named Old Abe to a Civil War Regiment to be their mascot. It's a great story and you can read about it here.
We needed a new screen door at the lake. The door itself was super inexpensive.
Until we paid the painter to stain and hang it. Doh!
And then we determined that the screen would not last the summer without a sturdy surface for pushing it open so we devised this DIY plan.
Which worked beautifully and was a fun collaboration.
However, between coming up with the plan and executing it we found we may need further reinforcing on a much lower level.
Do you see a little hole left of the bottom center?
I guess we will have to make a wee flap so the mice can let themselves in and out without having to eat their way in each time.
And then next the mosquitoes will be wanting accommodations made for them too.
Sheesh! Where will it end?
And while we are on the topic here is a favorite poem:
How Many, How Much
How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give em.
Got a new recipe from our Canadian connection. Peach Rum Jam. It's as pretty as it is tasty.
The 20 pounds of peaches we bought off a truck did not cooperate completely by ripening at just the most convenient time. So they got to go on a trip even farther from Georgia than the Lake Hallie Farm and Fleet parking lot to end up a stone's throw from Lake Superior where they ripened nicely in their own sweet time.
It was kind of fun to have a project to do in the Northwoods in between sessions of porch sitting. And as it is usually 5 to 10 degrees cooler there it is not such a hardship to be steaming up the kitchen.
As always you are welcome to stop over for toast and jam anytime. The pantry is stocked. But if you are going to have seconds please walk over or bring a designated driver. We have plain peach jam for her.
Every now and then when we are at the lake doing the thing we most love to do of a summer day, we do occasionally get up out of our deck chair. Usually it is just to refill a drink or make room for the next one, and then right back down we plunk into our spot. On one occasion however, we noticed, out of the corner of our eye, something brilliant orange in the woods just below our perch.
The warm, damp weather had made so many unusual fungi appear could these be chanterelle mushrooms? We knew they grow in Wisconsin.
We took some into the local museum naturalist who also thought they were chanterelle. But to be on the safe side she offered to send a photo to her Mushroom Guy.
He gave this reply: "Beauties! That's the "rainbow chanterelle," Cantharellus roseocanus. I can
even tell you where the visitor picked them, roughly, as they grow with
conifers only. Definitely safe and choice edible!" Bingo!
Well who can you believe if not the editor of Fungi Magazine? So we picked some more.
Fried them up in butter and ate them!
And did so four or five more times before the end of August. And no one asked to share them. We did offer.
Not really surprising as some family members have been know to remove with surgical precision an errant mushroom on the pepperoni side of a pizza and treat it as if it were biohazard.