EverlyFinch

Timmy, the terrible kitty, likes to watch and play with the Thunder. He takes Wemby on too. Wemby bad.

Finally sold the farm. It was a momentous task. Over thirty years of stuff to move. This old gothic window made its way to my house. I’ve loved it for so long. It doesn’t go anywhere in its new home. Multiply that by a thousand.

Japanese Knives I ordered new knives because I have a drawer full of dull knives. I opened one up and cut my finger. They work.

I would much rather be outside. With weeks of triple digits, I water in the morning and stay inside the rest of the day. I decided to pickle my meager onion crop for the holidays. Tam jalapeños next. I’ve been gardening for so long, I wouldn’t know what to do in summer.

I caught a cat. I caught a cat.

I was pushing my grocery cart to the place where they go and a lady asked me if I was alright. I am getting old but did I look that bad?

Some kind of bee on my sunflowers. It’s been in the triple digits. I can only go outside in the morning or late evening. Love these.

I gave this tiny boy a bath today and he screamed like a banshee. Sorry Timmy.

You’ve probably had dogs barking while you try to sleep at night. Me, I have bullfrogs. When one stops, another croaks back. It’s like little tubas in my bedroom.

A critter next to my flower bed. It’s alive. What???

Raised bed gardening. The plants are doing well. Even planted a Ranier cherry in a pot. We’ll see how it grows.

Had some welcome visitors today. They grow up so fast.

I love these little things.

Just bought a new white peach tree. Nothing more flavorful than this.

Said pecan pie. It’s always pi day.

Pi Day

This old nanny goat has another summer left in her. I found lettuce and onion sets to plant.

Someone laid an egg. She wants me to feed her and let her swim in my goldfish pond. So much work to do. I’m getting too old to work my gardens.

So what did I do with my Buddha’s Hand citron? Flavored some vodka with it. Nothing on earth smells better than this lemon.

Apple dumpling kind of day.

Rosebud.

The smell of heaven. I grow Buddha’s hand citron and its sweet, floral scent is like no other earthly smell. Order a plant and you will see. My kitchen is filled with it’s smell.

Haven’t made a chess pie in a long time. I am making pecan pie and a tart cherry pie for Thanksgiving dinner. I just might make one of these too.

I would have liked Truman. I tend to like unlikeable people. Sagittarius to the bone.

Never hit anyone. Selling off antiques on eBay and decided to sell this old fortune teller’s card. So, would you ever club someone? I decided I would if I caught someone mistreating an animal.

First frost and had to scramble to get all of my citrus trees up. I have a closet built into the side of my house where they spend the winter with grow lights. The mandarins broke the stem by too many fruits. The Ponderosa lemon got in the way. Some thorns are 4” long and plants too big. Oh well.

I saw a special about a southern chef who has a restaurant and is famous. I can’t remember her name. A story she told was about middlins, the broken, leftover pieces of rice slaves would gather to eat. I was so surprised to see these in Fresh Market the other day.

First rain in more than thirty days. This fall has been unusually hot.

Maypop, i.e. wild passion flower. I never knew. They are growing in my lower garden. Read up on them. Native Americans ate them and supposedly the fruit tastes like expensive passion fruit from the store. Since I couldn’t garden this summer in the beds next to the lake, I guess some seeds started.

If the other side of the universe hears me and makes my dreams come true, why has my summer sucked so bad? Maybe this container is empty.

She asked for some pecans this morning.

Tried all summer to lure hummingbirds to my feeder. Finally got one.

The destroyer of tomatoes. They are hard to spot. They freeze and are camouflaged. This one is getting pitched down into the lower yard. It is lucky I don’t throw it in the lake.

Haven’t baked any bread lately. This was a cocoa, dried cherry loaf inspired of course by none other than the GOAT, Seamus Blackley.

Never saw it again after I put it in the goldfish pond.

How can someone, who hasn’t got time to work in her garden, fall and break her pelvis in three places? I can’t just let it go. I have so much to do!

We own acreage on a mountain that had two old log cabins from pioneer days. They say you can find the front by finding flowers. This is an old one they brought with them from Europe. It’s amazing they made it across the Red River to Indian territory.

My oldest granddaughter is seventeen. I bought her Billie Eilish tickets. She asked who my favorite concert was. Frank Zappa. “Who’s that?”😳

A goose with a hurt foot called me till I went out to feed it. Lo and behold, a pigeon I’ve been trying to commune with for two weeks, was there and I fed it too. It flew up on my head and I got in a tickle. Made my summer. We don’t have them here and it hangs with the ducks.

Weenies with oregano and strawberries.

My three littles just taking a walk and not even scared of Bigfoot. Seems not a thespian in the group. Some of the grandkids are going to the farm this weekend to fish and look around.

I love/live for interesting factoids.

Raindrops on roses. Planted these last summer. They smell heavenly. I’m not religious, but excited for the white smoke at the Vatican.

My middle daughter is following in my footsteps. She cooks and bakes, has chickens and is now starting to can. She made pickled redbuds. Yes, the berries from a redbud tree. I have never heard of this in my decades of canning. Learn something new everyday.

Woke up to reflections from the lake. I sleep with curtains open. Don’t like it dark. My sister slept with eye covers and pitch black. I like the play of light across the back of house.

Turtles waiting for food. Gander goes hurriedly to see what his lady goose is fussing about. She’s standing over her nest hooting.