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Another day of the wet stuff?

English: A cherry tomato and a beefsteak tomat...
English: A cherry tomato and a beefsteak tomato, showing the diversity of size among tomato varieties. Français : Diversité des tailles chez la tomate: une tomate cerise à coté d’une tomate cœur de bœuf. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Berries
Berries (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You guessed it…… Rain!  I almost choke on those words!  At times I think we’ll all float away, so I try not to think about that too much…I know how to swim, however, “how long can ya tread water?  Right?  There are times that I  forget just how bad things can be without the “stuff”. No fresh veggies or fruits, such as Asparagus or Strawberries……um. We just had our first strawberry shortcake last night and it was great!  Some how the berry season is weird this year.  I think we’ve had too much of that Wet Stuff!  It can rot the berries as well as the veggie seeds we’ve put in the ground.  White Fox planted some tomato varieties late last week, and  ever sense  then we have prayed (a lot)!  Seems to me it was like this last season, too wasn’t it?   I  sort of feel trapped inside the house,  when it’s foul out there.  I write in my blog, or read on my good old Kindle to pass the time….doing the house work is ok, but that doesn’t do the trick for me.  TV watching can be a bore most times, except for my favorite show, “General “Hospital”  I’ve been watching it since I was in my late teens, early twenties.  Somehow even when you don’t watch for a while, you can pick up where you left off  fairly easily.  My Mom watched long ago, so  I guess I picked up where she left off!  It’s proven to be somewhat enjoyable to do, rather than sulking or napping.  My days seem to slow down bit by  3PM, so I make a cup of tea on my Keurig Coffee maker, then wander into the den, turn on that Big Flat Screen  and settle down  for an hour or so…  Soon the approach of supper time creeps into my mind,  so  up I go to my kitchen to whip up our wonder-filled  supper of ??? Depends on my mood and what I took out freezer earlier earlier in the day!   Good luck!!    That’s about it….The day winds down and we settle in for the evening, then it’s off to bed…. The end of another day by the Woods and Pastures….   Good night to all…

Saturday laundry and all that stuff!

English: Laundry is hung to dry above an Itali...
English: Laundry is hung to dry above an Italian street. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Laundry
Laundry (Photo credit: Bilal Kamoon)

Saturday’s were always Laundry and Dusting day when I was young. It was almost a ritual in my home on Yale Street #14. There were jobs for the girls (3) and I guess we did what we were supposed to do, but not without some groaning. It seemed to us that the dusting took  forever, as well as remaking our beds with clean sheets ” the correct way?” We never realized just how much help we were giving our Mother, not until we were Mom’s ourselves.  I still do things the way I was taught by her and I am so very glad I do.  As it turns out, everything she taught us to do saves tons of time!!  Why am I so surprised?  Moms are very sharp, excellent time saving individuals.  It’s been proven to me, so many times that I haven’t got enough fingers and toes to count on!   Now, our children are doing this stuff  just like we did.  Humm? Wonder why?       All the dirty clothes, get taken care of with our great automatic washers. But then, the labor starts….. we take all the damp clothes and put them in the dryer, or hang them outside to dry. Then comes the blasted folding… Then putting all the stuff away….well, that’s a chore unto itself. All in all, that’s a terrific start to the famous Saturday Morning Ritual! But what about the dreaded vacuuming and dusting?  Who’s going to do that.???  I say ” not me!  not me !   But Guess What ?  There’s no one else but me!  Is there some sort of conspiracy going on?  I think there has to be, and it’s been going on forever,  it includes each and every mother and child on the planet!  HELP!  HELP!                                                                                   Times change,  people change,  habits change, and family rituals may change……but not the Saturday morning bed making and cleaning of the home…that will never ever change.  Amen!   

Memorial Day Commemoration 2008
Memorial Day Commemoration 2008 (Photo credit: davidyuweb)

English: fresh potato salad

I just finished reading my niece’s blog on “My Magnificent Mess”,  and as always it is terrific!  She’s not only my sister Carol’s oldest child, but as it  turns out, she is very much like a daughter to me.  We’ve been quite close since she was born, (a cosmic connection?). She is the fine young lady that introduced me to blogging!  Thanks DJ.                  My memories of Memorial Days gone by, are filled with family, picnics, Parades in Westfield, espically the one I marched in, and the fun we all had. When I was young, and that was long, long ago in the previous Century, we didn’t go away, as people do now.  Then,  families hung out around home,  kids played in the back yard  and  Mom’s & Dads got the great food cooking!  The smells were  so darn  wonderful as  I  remember…..everything from Hamburgers, Hot Dogs, to Mom’s Potato salad! umm!  She always baked brownies, a Pie of some sort and the ever famous fruit jello.  My Dad was the chief cook,  as he always was each year, grilled up the “Wimpies” as we called the burgers as well  as the “Puppies….As always, everything was just great!   Dave, Carol, Jeannie and myself were stuffed to the gills…and of course Mom and Dad ! Memories of that time sit in my mind like sweet nectar… and can never ever leave.  That’s the way I want it, too.  Memories rise, like the smoke of the fire we used to cook the fare on. We ‘d  roast marshmallows,  trying not to burn the heck out of our mouths…but sometimes we’d do just that.   Cold soda was the “cure” and we all loved the cure.  It seems as though the days back then, were much longer than now. Perhaps it’s a prespective we all inherently  gain as we grow older, as it seems everyone I know says the same thing.   So this day isn’t just like any other day….. Lots of my old friends from Westfield High  class of  1961, gave their lives for this wonderful land of ours. I know this because I recently celebrated my  50th reunion ……Without them.   So here’s to Memorial Days come and gone, and To all the Good People that went with them!   Be at Peace my friends, be at peace……..          Sammyjay  Bird

Warm Days and Weekends

Portable Air Conditioner - Front
Portable Air Conditioner – Front (Photo credit: bobafred)
june garden lookback
june garden lookback (Photo credit: knitting iris)

Is it just me, or is it a very warm day? Or not?  Well, I know I’m not having a DREADED Hot Flash,  as I left those terrible days way back in the previous century.   Sort of feels like late June or early July.  I’m waiting for the  weather Lady to tell us all that “the  HEAT IS ON!”  Just what we all want, right?   We finished breakfast about 9:30 and WhiteFox went out to finish mowing the front acres, before it got hot!  It seemed as if he was back inside pretty quickly…..” Boy it’s getting hot out there”. “I bet it’s almost 90* he said….. We sat in the Den trying to cool off a bit.  I’m  thinking, we’ll have to start using our air conditioners soon!  How about today?  Yea!!  Good idea woman!                                                                         I’m going to try and have a supper that’s not too complicated this evening…..” Good olde Puppies with  all the fixin’s.” Simple but sweet.      We  wives and mothers, run out of ideas after a while,  ya know!  It’s quite a effort having to create a  sumpteous meal  each and every day of the week!  The mind gets sort of soft and sponge* by the end of a long work week,  so trying to be creative is next to impossible?  Just feel lucky and bless by the heavens above, that there’s  hot food on the kitchen table this evening….also say thanks to that tired looking woman  for all the good  grub!     How’s about, “Thanks Mom!”    Hee,hee,hee.

                           Bye for now,  Me

A huge error was made!

English: Reading glasses. ‪中文(繁體)‬: 老花眼鏡
English: Reading glasses. ‪中文(繁體)‬: 老花眼鏡 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: A pair of reading glasses with LaCost...
English: A pair of reading glasses with LaCoste frames. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I’ve previously written, I needed new glasses badly! The appointment was made, I had my examination, and the new glasses
were ordered. I picked up the new pair, and that’s when the fun began!
I’ve been trying to get use to them for just about a week now,
but they aren’t working out at all! First, I couldn’t see very well, and I had to hold on to things because I felt I would fall. I’d even have my hand touching the wall, so I wouldn’t feel dizzy.
I was so upset that I finally decided to call the Eye Place, and tell them what was going on. I was asked if I’d ever worn bi-focals before? YES I had. He went and checked my records, and then announced they could and would replace the lenses at no cost to me… Thank You God! Were they sensitive to my plight? I think so! I’m going to their office tomorrow and will leave the blasted glasses with them!
I can’t begin to tell you how frustrated I am without decent glasses. I miss all the activity outside my door, out in the back acres….The small squirrels hunting for the acorns that fell last winter, the blue and white violets that seem to be popping up everywhere. We all seem to take our eyesight for granted, until for some reason or another we lose it to some sort of problem! I’m one of those people… Why do we think that way? Perhaps we feel, nothing will ever bad happen to us? Guess what, guys. Bad stuff does happen! And can happen to us all. I now realise this fact…. Rather late than never! With my new developing Macular degeneration, the idea of going blind is now knocking on my door each and every day. So, I should appreciate the days and the evenings to come, right? I’ll make a promise to you, I’ll make the time to look outside my door and into the Woods of Easthampton, every day.
Talk to you soon. ME

IMGP0854 - vege garden

asparagus patch
asparagus patch (Photo credit: Muffet)
Angel 013
Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)

What a warm day this has turned out to be! I’d not planned on the heat returning quite so soon, but what the heck do I know, right? My husband, who I shall refer to as an” Earth’s Angel” ’cause they are the ones that tend to Mother earth on a daily basis… They are the ones we all depend on for our food sources…and life it’s self.
My Earth’s Angel has a name: My White Fox, as his hair is pure white, without any signs of the colour black, as it once was. He’s the guy who always says, “No water, No Garden!”. He’s right you know. Even now at the age of 80+ he still goes out in the back acres, to tend to his “business”!
Each year he’ll say to me, “I’m going to cut down on the size of this place”. It measures 150’x 100′! Sort of small, right? Haha. I tried for many years, to have him not make the garden so darn Big! He’ll tell me OK! But it always ends up humongous and filled with more vegetables that I could ever use in a life time! After a time, even our next door neighbours begin to refuse our generosity… A person can only eat so many of the delicious wonders that grow out there beyond the house and flowers. The Asparagus beds aren’t doing very well this year…lot’s of people we’ve run into, are saying the same thing about their beds, too. Must have been the snowless Winter, as well as the very weird Spring that followed? We all concur, that is the reason. My loving White fox, said,” The Garden will be smaller this year, lots smaller”!
White Fox has always been an Outdoor person, has always had a “Big Garden” and never said anything that sounded like defeat. This year he said it for the very first time, since I’ve known him.It really surprised me.
I suppose this was going to happen some day, but not now. Time is flying on by me, and I’m not sure where it’s gone?  If anyone knows where it went, please let us all know?  We’ll be waiting!
Sammyjay Bird. XX OO XX