Snoozing in Sunshine

In the kitchen this morning I saw the reflection of Gatto looking like he was sleeping in the ferns. It was clearer than the photo, but I still had to post it. Gatto floating in a bed of ferns. Seems appropriate.

I'm sorry I have been AWOL lately. When I get something in my mind I stick with it and I have become focused on a deeper cleaning of the house. Considering the condition of my mobility it is a slow process, but one which I am actually accomplishing. The downside is I cannot focus on more than one thing at a time, so blogland gets ignored. Then I feel bad and out of the loop. It's really quite interesting how this little community of friends I've never met can mean so much to me. The truth is it does.

Too Hot

Yesterday slipped away from me. There was PT, then lots of errands. The Culligan man came out to change the filters on the reverse osmosis system, I made bread and spent time talking on the phone. Yep, I still do that. Before I knew it, there was late afternoon and I was done for the day. I never did get here to see what was up. 

Gatto and Frieda spend considerable time bird watching. Frieda is a chirper as she dreams of the hunt. Gatto just watches. We've had a lot of rain. Somewhere around six inches. The grass is long, the gardens are overtaken and everything is emerald green. Unfortunately, with the rain comes the humidity. It will be hot and the air will be thick with that punishing moisture for probably the rest of the summer. I feel the weather of the South has moved north. Ah, well.

Last evening was another quick and easy meal made from leftover pork loin roast. Right up my alley.

I've got a bunch of things I need to do before the heat ramps up. I will check in with everyone later today. Until then, stay cool. 

Caught

 

The assassin has been apprehended.

The toddler-in-chief is having a tantrum over the protests and is threatening blue states with increased ICE presence for increased raids.  His parade did not please him. 45 million well spent.

I am not going to turn this space into my angry place, but after Saturday I believe I am allowed a bit of anger mixed with sadness. As we all are, really. It happened here but it could have happened anywhere.

Adding a bit of brightness. Heirloom roses from a dozen years ago.

Some sweet and sour. Like life.

Standing Up

 

Yesterday was a deeply disturbing, sad day in Minnesota. As you likely know, a state representative and her husband were murdered by a now known, but still at large man, leaving their children parentless. He also attempted to assassinate a state senator and his wife, shooting both multiple times. Somehow, they survived. We all knew it was only a matter of time, with the hateful and inflammatory rhetoric coming from the highest places in our national government. Knowing does not make the shock and sorrow any easier. 

There was a shelter in place warning which included the planned protest at the state capitol. People came anyway, some saying they came because of this assassination. People showed up across the state to tell our government we will not submit to authoritarian rule. The massive numbers across the country and the world say more about the dissent than anything I can say.

I saw yesterday the response from MAGA. Exactly what I expected. I believe the true believers are irredeemable. I and the majority of my country will not stand for the crowning of a king. The seating of a dictator. The rule by oligarchs.

Another Tour

A couple of weeks ago I took you on a tour of my former neighborhood. When I was out and about on Tuesday I made an attempt to take some video out the car window. A thing I haven't done before and it shows. 

This is the view of the very small town of St. Bonifacius. It's the closest to our house but in a different county. A busy highway runs through it so it is not exactly a bucolic sight.

This is our road and my pasture with the mares happily eating grass. This was the worst of the videos, of course. I had to take it from a distance and through the front windshield.

Later we went to the small town which is the center of the township we live in.

Somehow a certain person managed to take a photo of her feet.

Home sweet home

The mares decided to take a break from pasture.

 

Once upon a time I grew roses, lots of them. All that now remains is two rambling rose bushes. There is no amount of neglect able to do them in. 

Tomorrow will be a day for the history books. A military parade in the United States and nationwide protests. I wish I could participate but it's not possible. Know that I am with you all over this country of ours.

A Step Too Far

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Just a Note

Little Miss Naughty Pants

Frieda and I both overslept this morning. It's understandable as it is gloomy and drizzly outside. Yesterday morning was wasted but I did plant tomatoes and get part of the lawn mowed in the afternoon. Mark got another flower bed weeded. We may be finished with outside cleanup before the first frost.

 

The Wheels Go Round and Round

 

How life in the good old US of A is feeling lately.

It was a busy one yesterday. A rare occasion for me indeed! We also had a couple of inches of glorious rain. Today I'm back to my normal, so here I am, wrinkles and all. Yippee!

Happy June 1st

Cattin' Around

 Becomes Cats Gettin’ Down

as the temperature goes up.

Authors and Such

I recently reread (listened) The Great Gatsby, as we all know wrote by F. Scott Fitzgerald. This led my thoughts to Saint Paul and my former community. Fitzgerald was born in Saint Paul where his family lived in this property in the Hill District, which starts on the bluffs of the Mississippi River and continues for a few miles west.

This is on the eastern end, I lived closer to the western end. James J. Hill had a "home" right on Summit Avenue, on the bluff looking down to the city. Hill was a robber baron of the railroad form. 

Fitzgerald moved to this townhouse on Summit with his wife, Zelda, in the 1920s, where he wrote Gatsby, The plaque in front indicates which was their home.

Another Minnesotan was Sinclair Lewis, not T.S Lewis, brain  fog.  He was born in Sauk Center, Minnesota, which is North Central, I think. I went there often enough for a horse show, so I really should know for sure. This was his home on Summit, not too far west of the Fitzgerald row house. This home was somewhere along the way given the name of The Lemon Meringue House. 

 

Summit Avenue is several miles long and it and the blocks to the south and north is a historic district. The governor's mansion is on Summit, kitty-corner to my former house, one block north on Portland Avenue. 

A brief tour of my hometown and the area where I lived for thirteen years. As I have aged I find I miss it every-once-in- awhile.

My former home.

Image taken from Zillow.

** Added as an afterthought

       James J. Hill Mansion**

I Think I Am Back

I took a short blog vacation to concentrate on the many things needing doing that weren't getting done. I succeeded to a certain degree. I got a little painting done and some weed pulling. There is still plenty of both to do, hopeful I am up to the task. We had two days of steady rain which kept me inside, so----

I made bread.

Sandwich rolls.

There was also a rhubarb clafouti which did not photograph well.

Mark found nirvana when he saw meatballs in the sauce. He is easy to please.

Matthew was here this morning to dig up some honeysuckle. He has landscaped much of their yard with plants he finds here. He said he would have paid $60 each at Bachman's for the three he brought home. Yes, he surely would have. We have an abundance of dogwood, honeysuckle, elderberry and fast growing red cedar, all of which he has used at his home. I'm happy to have been of assistance.

This is Gatto's reaction to the morning activity.

 

Hey all. I found a burst of motivation and won’t be online for a couple of days. Once I sit down to the blogs I don’t seem to get up. Letting you because my past absences have been worrisome to a few. 

Happy Dance

Finally

Rain started about 6:00 pm yesterday and has continued through the night and into this morning. Rain is forecast through tomorrow. Hallelujah.

 

Portrait of Granny With Cat

Beware of man using phone camera.

He is sneaky

About four days ago we were 90F. Yesterday it reached 55F and it will be in that range today. Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, the heat is on. The sun is shining, so that is a positive. Actually, not be 90 degrees is a positive.

On another note...my son, the fine dining chef, is onto a career change. After 30 years in a professional kitchen, he'd had enough. A lifelong friend of his suggested he look into being a paramedic, which is what this friend did four years ago. He likes it, they are paid well and have benefits. The first step is EMT. He passed the final exam on Friday and quit his job. I think we can assume he was ready for a change and I also think he will be good at the job. If he finds the work suits him he will go onto paramedic training. I'm proud of his ability to make such a drastic change at this stage of his life. Life in a professional kitchen is all stress, all the time, and he needed out. He's taking his Yorkie up to northern Minnesota for some camping and hiking today, something I think he needs.

So, while I'm the granny living with too many cats, my only child is moving forward. Good on him.

Don't Mess With Frieda

The hallway monitor.

The rain passed us by yesterday. Bah and humbug. My weather app says it will rain today, but that's what it said yesterday. We have wind up to forty miles an hour, so that's a yikes. I went to PT yesterday and feel I am getting back on track. She has helped me a lot. I plan to start getting on track, as in getting things done. Yes, I will moniter my tendency to overdo. Truly.

 

Dog's Life ( Don't I Wish!)

My beloved Howard knew how to enjoy life.

He was a unique character. I know they all are, but this guy had an exclamation point after his name. He left this life in 2017 and I still miss him. I was blessed to have three bassets in my life. They are living, breathing cartoons.

This will be our last abnormally hot day for the month. I think. Rain is coming in tomorrow and it will be welcome. After that I hope to be able to get my remaining flower beds in some sort of shape. Time passes too quickly.

I don't know what I will do today. I know what I should do, but I don't know if I will do what I should do. I have been listening to a book that has grabbed my attention. This Is Why We Lied by Karin Slaughter. She has an appropriate last name for a murder mystery writer. I do enjoy a good who-done-it. This one is good.

May we all be like Howard and enjoy the moment.

 

The Small Things

Aren't they pretty!

It's me again. I hope all you mothers had a lovely day yesterday. It was hot here, 90F. Too hot for May. Too hot for me at any time of the year. I had a quiet day, which was fine. Later in the week we will cool down and I can return to garden maintenance, with more restraint this time. Wild violets are blooming all over the place. I wish they were in flower all summer, but the plant itself is pretty and is a great ground cover.

It's laundry day. I'm listening to the sound of the washer sloshing the water about and a cat munching on kibble. Not a bad way to start a day. Of course, there is coffee.

Howdy

I'm feeling much better today. I was good yesterday and did the exercises I was given to help bring my back to where it was before the ouch happened. We have sunshine and mild weather today so I'm going to take the opportunity and mow the yard. Tomorrow will be the same, which is good, as mowing is a two day project. I think I will leave the weeding to the master weeder, Mark. He thinks that's a good plan and I agree. He's spent three days cutting down saplings and he's still not finished. This whole area would turn into a forest in about three years time if allowed. The speed at which they are seeding and growing, I'm not certain it won't happen anyway. One small pasture has grown a forest of beautiful flowering trees. Who knows where they came from. I planted wild flowers in there years ago when I thought I would try keeping bees. I was finally convinced I had too much on my plate already and it would be, well, insanity to add something more. 

 

A couple of days ago I made ice cream, chocolate chip and walnuts. Note to self....chocolate chips freeze into little rocks, don't do again. Other than that, it's good. I had another dinner based on leftovers last evening, ham. I don't make casseroles often, so it's always a tossup as to how it will turn out. It needed something to brighten the flavor, maybe some heat, like red pepper flakes. 

That's about it. Enjoy the day. Practice moderation. Or not, if you are Val!

Good Morning

I actually have a few things to relay. Sunday afternoon I decided to weed one of the flower beds. It seemed like a good idea, I could be outside and I would be productive. I did most of the 2 1/2 hours by bending because with my tight back it is the most comfortable position for me. Fast forward to Monday. Ouch! The old gluteus and corresponding back thigh muscles were on high alert. I was in some serious pain. Yesterday, Tuesday, still painful but more manageable. I went to PT in the morning, told her my tale of woe. She kindly told me it won't be the last time I forget I'm not what I used to be. In the wise words of the venerable Bette Davis "getting old ain't for sissies". 

On the way back from PT we picked up lunch. I made ice cream later and then had a couple hour visit via phone with a friend who will soon be moving back to the Twin Cities. Somehow, I felt busy all day. When ones' world is narrow the smallest of things fill the space.

The day ended with making dinner, doing a few games of solitaire on my phone and going to bed. Life ambles on.

 

Every day is Caturday

So proclaims Empress Frieda

We are suddenly going to be warm here in unpredictable Minnesota. Summer temperatures forecast into the third week of the month. The heat has been on all this time and now, viola, summer! Enjoy the day, one and all.

Que Sera Sera

 

Yesterday was another of "those" days for me. More rain is forecast today, we do need it. The grass has suddenly become green and long in places. The fauna and flora desperately needed moisture.

My mind is roiling with the hits it takes daily, even with limited exposure to news. I am at a loss as to how there can be anyone supporting the unconstitutional and unlawful acts of the power players in our country. My mind is blown and not in a good way. 

Anyway, I will have plenty to do outside once the rain ends and it dries a bit. I'll do as much as my uncooperative back will allow. Until then, I continue to putter, cook and listen to books. 

If Dreams Came Through

Frieda is dreaming of a nice day at the beach.

I was kind of off yesterday. No concentration at all. To prove the point, I dully sat in a chair with my feet on the ottoman all day numbly watching Murder She Wrote. Yes, yes indeed, I did. Perhaps a bit too willingly, but there I was. 

I had a blood draw this morning and lunch from the deli. My amazing day thus far. Last evening I gathered  enough oomph to put this together for dinner: 

I know I put the recipe up a few months ago, but if you missed it, it's Giada De Laurentiis' sheet pan lasagna. No oomphs needed for this one. Hoping better days of energy are awaiting me.

Short and Sweet

We've had rain. Glorious rain. It rained all day, a nice, steady soaker. We really, really need it. The iris and daylily are emerging and leaves are budding. We may soon have Spring!

I have a large ham bone I will make stock with today. Stock for ham and potato soup. We still have soup weather. I try to keep occupied with the workings of life, keeping the chaos around us at bay. Baking bread, cooking good, simple meals, watching my flower beds emerge from slumber, that's my panacea. Not a cure but a help. Also visits from old friends!

Hi!

Time does fly by. It's been a week since I have had anything to say. The last time I was here was my son's fifty-first birthday. I may have been in shock for the past week.

I did actually have an 'event' this week. My long ago once good friend visited on Tuesday. Funny how with certain people you can just pick up like you saw them last week. She went back to college, getting a degree in nursing in the '90s and worked as a neurological nurse until last year. She is slightly older than I am and looks younger. Other than no longer having black hair, she looks pretty much like herself. She absolutely did not understand my life at all. The gravel road sort of freaked her out! She asked what we do out here, thinking we are in the middle of nowhere. City girls! Oh, wait...I was one, too, once upon a time. Part of what confused her so much, how did I end up on a farm? I guess she forgot I'm slightly off the normal scale. Anyway, it was great fun.

Otherwise, life is simply ticking along. We've had some rain and expect more today. Mark is finally working on taking apart the falling-down-arena-fence. The next shock would be removing the fallen down trees. One can dream.

Since it been a while since I graced this page with food, here we go. Last night's dinner made with leftover pork. 

Horses

Lori asked for more equine photos. Be careful what you ask for, I have hundreds.

The imp on the left is, yes, Scamper, with his brother, Bounce.

Ari and Topper as weanlings.

Ari showing off his Airs Above the Ground to City.

Ari with Angie

 

Topper

Shaka

Secret and her filly, Ivy.

Solo

Fancy Pants Zing in makeup.

Fancy Pants in mud

Shaka was my first Arabian. Quite the personality. He dumped me when I went to look at him. His owner was surprised when I said I'd buy him! My kinda guy was he.

Angie with Ben.

My first horse, Knee High. I got him when I was a kid. I was 18-19 in the photo.

The foundation of the farm. Brood mares, all in foal. Left to right: Ellie, Sunspot, Fleetwind and Diamond Rose.

Tranquility

I picked a few at random. I am in the way-back machine, many of these horses are now deceased. Good memories mixed with some sad memories.