“Peg, what did you miss telling us last week?” you ask. “I’ve been waiting all week to find out!”
What
did I miss?
I
missed a bunch of stuff! Sometimes I forget part of a story and if I’m pages
past it when I remember, it’s too hard to go back and put in. Sometimes I get
tired, sometimes I run out of time, and sometimes I run out of the number of
pages I’ve allotted to the letter blog. Several of those things apply to last
week’s letter blog.
But
here’s what I forgot in the story.
I
was talking about making the memory books for my best girl, Joanie.
I
had stuff collated on the table as I was printing over multiple days.
“You
better cover those so the cats don’t mess them up again,” my handsome mountain
man said.
I thought that was a really good idea since I’d already lost one page due to a dirty cat paw print.
I cast my gaze and my mind about to see what I could see to cover them with when I wasn’t actively working on it. Nothing was jumping out at me. I took my most favorite lap blanket off my lap to get up and that’s how I came to use it to cover the project. Little did I know that it was a cat magnet. I only had Tiger on it the first day.
The next day, Spitfire joined him.
It was getting late in the weekend, and I was at the limit for a first-class postage stamp, when I decided to call it done.
Something else
you didn’t get to see was all the flowers that are popping out.
My
hyacinth is blooming. This was one of Kat’s favorite flowers and the reason I
bought it to begin with.
My daffies are blooming. I love daffies!
Our forsythia was blooming, too, but I never got out that way to take a photo.
On
the wild side, we have chickweed blooming.
Chickweed is completely edible and has a mild, pleasant taste. It’s packed with vitamins A and C, as well as minerals like calcium, magnesium, and iron. Many people add it to salads or cook it like spinach.
Traditionally, chickweed has been used
to soothe skin irritations, wounds, and rashes. It’s also believed to help with
arthritis, asthma, and digestive issues. Some herbalists use it in teas,
tinctures, or salves for its anti-inflammatory and healing properties.
There
are some studies that suggest chickweed may help with weight loss by regulating
fat metabolism and suppressing appetite. Chickweed is also thought to support
the lymphatic system, helping the body eliminate toxins and reduce swelling.
Dandelions are blooming. Every part of
the dandelion is edible, from the roots to the flowers. The leaves are rich in
vitamins A, C, and K, as well as minerals like iron and potassium. Young leaves
are great in salads, while the roots can be roasted and used as a caffeine-free
coffee substitute.
Dandelions have been
used for centuries in herbal medicine. They are known for their diuretic
properties, helping kidney function and detoxification. The roots are
particularly valued for liver health and digestion support.
And the last wildflower I missed talking about last week is the one Bondi sniffed when I was trying to tip the flowers up for a better shot.
This is Purple
Dead Nettle. It’s called dead nettle because it won’t sting you like nettle
does. This plant is not toxic to humans or animals, and some herbalists use it
in teas or tinctures for its anti-inflammatory and antihistamine properties. You
can even eat it raw in salads!
It’s an early
spring bloomer, providing nectar for bees when few other flowers are available.
That catches you up!
This week started with a trip to the grocery.
We rounded a curve. “Look at all the birds!” I exclaimed.
I snap away as we get closer. They’re Turkey Buzzards and we interrupted their breakfast.
This huge expanse that looks like it could be a lake is actually plastic covering whatever crops this farmer is growing.
All along the highway as you’re getting into Tunkhannock, both sides of the highway are lined with white-blooming trees. I suspect, but I’m not one hundred percent sure, that they’re Bradford Pear Trees. It’s a beautiful sight but, “That’s why they’re considered invasive,” I told Mike.
“What’s it hurt?”
“They take over
and crowd out the native plants.”
Look at these clouds!
Every time we come home, some little girl expects a new squeaky. They come on a card of five and we always give her one. This time I gave her an extra special treat. I let her open the zippered cooler bag — yes, she can do that — find the card of squeakies, pull them out and rip all the squeakies from the card.
She had so much fun I didn’t mind sweeping up the pieces.
“Pick one,” I told her.
She took the red
one and went to play with it while I put the others away. The first thing she
does is go to her kennel and dig her bed out. She’ll nose her squeaky under it,
or fold it inside, walk away for a second, then come back and get it. She’ll
play burying and retrieving it for half an hour and who knows where I’ll find the
bed when she’s done.
One thing I
always wonder about is how can Bondi tell the difference between two squeakies
of the same color. She can, you know.
At the end of the
hallway, there’s a graveyard of squeakies — abandoned toys that stay wherever
they landed when she’s had enough. We’ll be playing before bed. I’ll toss a
ball for Raini and I’ll toss Bondi’s squeaky down the hallway. If her squeaky
lands among all the others, she can still tell which one she was playing with.
For kicks and
grins, I’ll swap her squeaky for one of the same color. She’ll run after it but
won’t bring it back. She’ll come back, sit in front of me, and the look she
gives me seems to say, “What’s this shit you’re trying to pull?”
She knows, I’m
tellin’ ya!
Weird, right?
Raini told me
something for the first time, this past week. She got my attention, went to where
her leash lives on top of her kennel, and pointed her nose at it. She did it
several times and I was convinced she was asking me to take her for a walk.
It was beautiful
outside so I relented. “Okay, let’s go for a walk.” I got her leash and hooked
her up. Then I got Bondi’s harness and leash. “Come here,” I told Bondi. She
took one look at what I was holding and took off in the other direction. She
stopped. I took a couple of steps toward her and she ran for the bedroom. “Stay
here then.”
I took her leash and went outside. Bondi followed — at a safe distance. Raini and I went out the gate. Bondi came running. I held the gate open only a smidge and when she squoze through, I nabbed her. Raini did really well walking on the leash. She didn’t pull at all despite it having been months since I’ve walked her down our road. I’ve learned, though, that to keep peace I have to keep Bondi’s leash short so she stays behind the boss.
I took pictures.
“I was going to go with you,” Mike said when we got back.
“Take us for a
golf cart ride,” I suggested.
We went down to the lower bridge. Coming back, I said, “Stop here and let’s go look at the creek.”
There’s a place
where the hunters allow walk-ins to cross their property to the creek.
I let the dogs
off the cart, dragging their leashes, and Raini got in the water.
I got distracted by pretty wildflowers and wasn’t paying attention to the dogs.
This one is
called Trout Lily.
These are Spring Beauties. They have five petals.
“Raini! Stop!” Mike yelled.
I looked and there was Raini rolling in the tall grass. I went after her, yelling for her to stop the whole way. Did she stop?
NO!
I was almost upon her when she stood and
shook herself.
“I don’t see
anything,” I called back to where Mike waited on the golf cart. “I think she
was just drying herself off.”
Famous last
words, right?
I take Raini back
to the cart and called for Bondi. I turned around and there was Bondi, rolling
in the same spot recently vacated by Raini.
“BONDI STOP!” I yelled.
Did she stop?
NO!
“BONDI COME HERE!”
I’d hoped a different command would yield different results.
Did it?
NO!
I had to go after
her, too.
I trudge through
the tall grass and I’m almost close enough to grab Bondi when she stands up and
picks a nugget up out of the grass.
“Drop it!” I
command.
Did she drop it?
Yes!
“There is poop
here!” I called to Mike. “But I don’t see any on her.”
We get on the
cart and head home when I notice Raini does have poop on her brand spankin’ new
Seresto flea collar. Then I see a tiny bit on Bondi’s collar too!
“Let me off at
the back gate,” I told Mike. “I’ll tie Raini up so she can’t go in the house
and I’ll get a bucket of water and clean her off.”
I did, and I did.
After I finished
with Raini, I got Bondi. I picked up her head and she had a big ol’ smear of
poop from chin to chest!
Ay-yi-yi!
I didn’t want the
girls to go in the house right away so I played ball with them.
Another day, Mike
yells for me. “Peg, get your camera and come here!”
I know what that
means! That means he sees something he knows I’ll like. I don’t hesitate as I
stop what I was doing, grab my camera, and head out the front door.
Mike is waiting out
front for me and I look around. “What? I don’t see anything?”
“There in the
grass,” he says.
I look and still
don’t see anything. “Where?”
We walk over into
the grass and get close enough to send this guy slithering away.
“Oh!” I say and
snap away. “It’s just a little garter snake.” He was only a couple of feet long.
“He won’t hurt anything.”
“I know,” Mike
said.
I got him turned
around and encouraged him to go into the weeds.
“Wanna go for a golf cart ride?” Mike asked.
I was already
outside and I already had my camera — and the weather was beautiful!
“Okay.”
Mike takes us
down around the pond.
“There’s violets
blooming. You can eat them, you know?” I said, getting off the cart.
“What do they
taste like?” he asks.
“Purple.”
“What does green
taste like?”
“Grass.”
We get to the end of our driveway and see a snapping turtle trying to cross the road.
Mike drove down past
him, turned around to come past him again so he was on my side and I could get
some good pictures.
Mike pulls into our driveway and stops so we can watch him for a few minutes. The turtle turns around and disappears down into the ditch.
“Uh-oh,” Mike says.
“What?”
He pumps the gas
pedal and the engine doesn’t start. Dagnabit! This is the third or fourth time
this cart has left us sit. Mike could usually get it to start again by tightening
the battery cables, until he couldn’t. Then we replaced the battery cables.
Then it let us sit again and he replaced the battery. This is the first time
since then. We got off the seat and Mike opened the engine compartment. He
tinkered with the battery cables but it still wouldn’t start.
“I’ll have to go
for the tractor,” he said.
I looked for the
turtle while I waited, but couldn’t see him anywhere. I even walked down to see
if he was climbing the bank to our pond. I heard him once but couldn’t spot
him.
When Mike got back, I hooked up the tow strap and got back on the cart. On a whim, I pressed the gas petal and it started! Mike saw me coming, reached down and unhooked the strap and handed it to me as I tooled past. I get up to the house and make a U-turn to back the cart in his space. I put it in reverse, hit the gas, and it was dead again!
What is going on!
Mike is
confounded.
>>>*<<<
Raini is up to
her old tricks again.
“What tricks
would that be?” you wanna know.
She’s going after
the tires on the lawnmower.
“I thought you
fenced it in?” you say.
That’s right! Good memory! We did! We put chicken wire the whole way around the alcove and it worked for a while. Unfortunately, someone discovered that she can scoot under the wire.
The weather was beautiful
this week. We scrounged around and found everything we needed to make a proper
fence. The dogs stayed close by as we worked and didn’t get in our way at all.
She’ll never get to the lawnmower tires again — unless she learns to climb, that is.
Something I made
this week, from a recipe I found online, was something called Stupid Pie. I
read the ingredients and the directions and decided it was something that I
wanted to make.
You know me! I
like to make things. I love all my old tried-and-true recipes and crafts, but
there’s nothing quite so exciting as something new — especially if it’s good.
“How do you make
Stupid Pie?” you ask.
Oh! It’s so easy!
Preheat your oven
to 350. Grease a 9-inch pie plate. In a medium bowl beat 3 egg whites until
foamy. Add 1 cup granulated sugar and mix until stiff peaks form. Set aside.
Crush 23 Ritz crackers roughly, not all the way to crumbs. Stir into whipped
egg whites gently, along with 1 cup chopped pecans and 1 teaspoon vanilla.
Spread in pie plate and bake 25-30 minutes until lightly golden. Top with
whipped cream. Can be eaten right away or chilled.
There you go.
Instructions and ingredients all at once!
I got to
wondering about this recipe.
“Is this something
new or something old with a different name?” I asked my AI buddy.
“It seems like Stupid
Pie is a modern revival of an old-fashioned dessert that has been around for
decades. The quirky name might be new, but the concept has been enjoyed under
different names for years! It’s quite similar to some older desserts that have
gone by different names such as Pecan Delight, Angel Pecan Pie, Mystery Pie,
and Cracker Pie,” Copilot tells me.
There you have
it!
I wasn’t sure I
liked it at first but after it was chilled, I liked it a lot. I took some down
for Miss Rosie and Lamar and Lamar liked it so much he couldn’t stop talking
about it — or so I hear. I’ll have to make it again but I’m going to call it by
one of its other names.
Speaking of recipes...
I saw a woman on
Facebook show how to make a fool-proof loaf of homemade bread that came out
very soft with a soft crust. The recipe she gave is almost exactly like the
recipe I use. She added sugar, which I don’t, and she stretched and folded it
twice before she rolled it out, rolled it up, and put it in the pan for the
final rising.
There is no way
that the recipe she gave resulted in a dough that could be stretched and
folded. I’m thinking the reason it was softer was because of the oil she rolled
the dough in before dumping it onto the counter.
I gave it a try
and the results I got were not what she presented. In fact, I thought the crust
was harder. I wonder if using a stand mixer with a dough hook was what made the
difference.
Our Bradford Pear trees are blooming. They’re
way down past the barn, on the other side of the driveway, on the opposite side
of the house as my kitchen and I can stand at my kitchen window and watch their
white petals fall from the sky like snow. They really sail a long way on the
wind.
This is a Boxelder. It’ll get “helicopters” on it just like a maple tree because, guess what?
“It is a maple?” you guess.
Yep! It is a maple.
Our Rhodies are blooming, too.
My best old friend in West Virgina told me the hummingbirds have made it back to her house. So, I’m looking for them here next week.
What I did see
this week was a bright and colorful Baltimore Oriole.
I know that some of you are following my art journey. I haven’t done much this week because guess what? The weather was so beautiful I spent a couple of afternoons cleaning the kitchen patio and just sitting and enjoying being outside.
This is all I’ve
done and the instructor got ahead of me so I never finished.
Speaking of done...
Let’s call this
one done!