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Dog Duty
No, not dog-dooty, though there will be some of that. This is my note to our dog caretaker {Hi, Jon!} for the next three days while we are on holiday (Tuppy-the-Puppy will be there, too)…
Sandy-the-Dog // Everything You Need to Know About the Care and Feeding of the Long-time Family Dog While We are Away
Yes, she had a bath. She just smells like that and looks the way she does because…? We don’t know. We saved her from the junkyard years ago (she is at least 13+ years old now), but she still looks like a recent rescue.
She does not play fetch or any typical dog games fairly, but does actually want you to take back whatever the item was you threw that caused her to chase – you just have to pry from her slobbery mouth. The growl is totally fake.
She sleeps a lot. A lot. She likes to nap in the sun sometimes, but usually just the coolest place on the floor. Or right on top of your feet. Don’t trip.
And she is mostly deaf, not just being rebellious or ignoring you. She reads lips pretty well, though, so if you get into her line of vision and pronounce in an exxagerated fashion, you’re off to the races. :)
She moves really slowly now, but loves a good run-n-play in the yard…for 3-5 minutes, max. Then, naptime.
I know EVERYONE says this: but she doesn’t bite and is not vicious – ever.
However, her bark is LOUD!!! Which, we use to our advantage when {ignorant} solicitors refuse to believe the no-soliciting sign on our porch. We crack the door and let her go crazy barking and make them believe we are saving their lives by not letting them in. Truth: if I opened the door fully, she’d quit barking and they’d see her tail was actually wagging in a Welcome-come-on-in-and-stay-awhile way and they would suddenly be best friends.
She loves you already. It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t even know you yet. She has never met a human being she didn’t want to adore fully right off the bat, with the possible exceptions being screaming-2-year-olds. They make her nervous. But fully-grown people? She loves even the dog-haters. She is just a great big lover. She will attach herself to you as if she is the Secret Service on Presidential Guard duty. No one will be able to get to you on her watch…and you may even have trouble getting around her if say, you want to go to the bathroom or something. Her motto, once you have bonded, will be,
“Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God…”
Yes, this will be your life for these Sandy-the-Dog days.
Sandy is a little jealous of Tuppy (the spokes-model puppy). It is an unsanctified area of her life. Tuppy is fluffy and soft and small, cute and young; and poor Sandy, rather decrepit and wiry and gray and used up. She will give you the Wow-all-these-years-of-loyalty-obviously-mean-nothing eyes. Just pet her, too, once in awhile and she’ll be appeased. A few treats a day are fine. Whatever is needed to show love.
By the way – she is really not a big over-eater, though if she thinks Tuppy is eyeing her food, she’ll start madly gulping it down. So, treats whenever Tuppy gets any are fine while we are away.
She is not allowed on the furniture, no matter what she tries to tell you.
Do not even attempt to take her on a walk unless you have good insurance for shoulder-injuries. She will choke herself into a coma trying to dislocate your bones. Her exercise is running the fenceline, warding off evil and possible cats at breakneck speed. Time in the backyard will see her through.
She likes to go outside and then come back in, oh, hmmmm, about 87 times a day. But can actually handle much less. Here are the reasons she will give you for wishing to go outside:
- Is that an airplane? Let me out there. Woof%$#@bark-bark%$%$!
- I think I heard a cat. No really – there may be a cat stealthily walking the fence. Let me out there! Ruff*ruff*woof*ruff*grrrrrrrrr……
- Oh – did you hear that? Other dogs are out barking. If other dogs are out barking, I want to be out barking! Open the door, bark-bark-bark-woof-bark!
- I saw a bird a bird fly over the backyard. Let me out there. I need to tell those birds what’s what! Hey-bark-^%$#-woof-woof-this-is-a-$#@-no-fly-zone! Got it??? Geesh.
- Hey-it’s raining. I hear wind. There are drops of water coming down. Let me go give the weather a piece of my mind. C’mon! Let me out there! Peace-woof-woof-be-bark-still!!
Then she’ll run the fence making noise like a banchee and want right back inside.
The main thing, I think, is – and I cannot stress this enough – don’t let our dog die while we are gone or that will just ruin our whole…lives. :) No pressure or anything. But we’d like to be there for that important life event . So, you know – just keep her healthy and alive while we are away. To the best of your ability. :)
Ba-da–bum!
I Caught a Katydid
Good heavens, the garden has gone wild this year. Wild!
I caught her. This is no small feat since they look like leaves, so difficult to see. She, such a faulous shade of {dare I say it?} ‘Jeanie-green,” emerged from a potted zucchini and began to stroll up the water spout. I had a cannister nearby and swept her in while I decided what to do.
I read this online:
Katydids are members of the grasshopper family, and can be distinguished by their long “horns,” bright green color, and by the male’s loud, shrill call which sounds like “Katy did” and thus has earned them their onomatopoeic name. They do not pose any particular problem for the home gardener, but do feed on shrub and tree foliage.
Now, I think everyone knows I loathe, despise and abominate the grasshopper and it’s whole immediate family. And these katydids are apparently related – yet, seemingly less trashy. There was none of the grasshopper-tobacco-spitting-garden-chomping-cussing-taunting-and-bullying going on with her. She just seemed to be out for a morning stroll. I think we all have relatives that are utterly horrrendous and we have to admit we are related, yet we know we are nothing like them.
So…
I released her into some front yard shubbery (which needs some pruning, anyway), where she may munch on deciduous leaves and make noises to her hearts content. But she better keep away from my veggies.
“She” may be a he. I did not spend time getting acquainted…
Savage Beast
You big, fat, self-indulgent, self-loving, arrogant, insolent, pompous, contempuous, grotesque, repungent, foul, revolting, grizzly, thick, greasy-gutless, corpulent, fleshy, pointless, asinine, gruesome, shameless, sleezeball-of-a-terd, gorging, life-sucking, hoover-jaded, pig-pack, slimeball, meaty-monkey pudged, interloping roly-poly, perverted, desacrating, profane piece of crap.
{{G R O S S }} Just stopped an 8-pound* tomato hornworm in my garden, on my cherry tomato plant. Though I was in an annual war at our last house, I had only found a couple here in 2008 prior to now…*sniff. My lovely tomato plants have been targeted by the enemy.
I am not even going to attempt to tell you how I really feel.
*8 pounds may or may not have been an exageration. But it would have been 8 pounds if we hadn’t spotted it and beat it to bits with a shovel – as it bled MY tomato leaves onto the ground.
There’s a New Kid in Town
FIRST: Please go sign the petition to save the bees.
“Save the Bees” may sound very silly, but they are important in pollinating crops and if they are gone, 1/3 of our food supply is gone. We already rely too much on other nations for what we should be able to supply ourselves. I want to see America working toward sustainable food. I have grandchildren. So, please consider signing {here}?
Now, the “new kid” // I have discovered a totally new, dark green veggie.
Well, OK – I didn’t actually discover it. It had already been discovered, but I had never heard of it. So I was surprised to hear that some one got there before me.
It’s Brussels Sprouts leaves.
No, not the leaves of the miniature-cabbage-looking, tiny, little sprouts. Not the actual sprouts themselves – the leaves that shield the growing plant. These are the great, big brassica leaves that suck up all the sunshine and nutrients to feed the tiny little sprouts – which {btw} should never, ever, for any reason known to mankind be boiled into mushy, gray yuckiness again. Too many children have been harmed by lifelong nightmares over this. Please stop the insanity and get some good Brussels Sprouts recipes for the love of Pete and your own offspring!!!
Anyway – back to the leaves…
I picked up a 4-pack of Brussels Sprouts seedlings at the farm store on a whim in mid-May. I figure if a garden center is selling them in my zone at that time, they know I have time to get a harvest. WRONG! Even the Bonnie Plants website says this is better grown as a fall crop because they like it cold {brrrrrrr}. I knew it in my heart, but wished otherwise.
It has just gotten too hot. So the plant was about to bolt and have to be trashed. I knew I needed to remove them and maybe try late-summer planting for the fall…oh, but wait, I betcha a thousand bucks none of our garden centers will have any in the fall because “fall gardening” in Colorado is mostly mums – that is all anyone offers us. Seriously? People, I implore you—!
Anyway, as I went to remove the big leaves, it just seemed like maybe they’d be edible. They are like the very heavy outer leaves of their cabbage-cousins that are homegrown and you may have never even seen those if you buy only at a regular market – except on the box/logo of a Cabbage-Patch Kid doll, but it’s true. Cabbage starts with beautiful, dark green, outer leaves – which are thrown away so we’ll buy the pale, celerey-colored version it. TSK! And I really mean that in a gardening-cuss-word sort of way.
I just decided to save all the leaves to see what I could find out. And it turns out, they are indeed very edible, but rarely sold or seen anywhere and mostly thrown away or composted. European Farmer’s Markets have them piled at the back of their stands for a dollar a pound for those who’d ask. But finding them for sale in the US is much more surprising at this time.
But I read that you can treat them like kale. Or like collard greens (which I shamefully admit I have never tried, not once in my lifetime – but upon learning they are wonderful fried in bacon grease – I just know I shall like them). The writers on the food sites say they are slightly tougher than collards and more pungent that kale.
I gathered the leaves and tossed them into a big bowl in the fridge while I pondered what I should do with them. I have collected a few recipes to try.
My first experiment ~ CHIPS!
I love kale chips, they are mellow and you feel so superior eating them. I mean – I still eat store-bought potato chips, but eating the healthier kale chips, well, it carries clout where I live. I even made spinach chips once, from bagged baby spinach and while they were delish, they were like eating a vapor – much too lightweight to have been worth the effort. Dave said it was like he was eating communion wafers when they dissolved on his tongue (although he is not Catholic and I don’t think he really knows) and I couldn’t put my finger on it…what were they like??? Oh, I know: that super-thin fish food you pinch out into your goldfish bowl (white, orange and green, itty bitty wafers?) – yes, that is what the baby spinach chips turned out like, tasty, but just not there. But I figured I’d try the Brussels Sprouts leaves as chips…du-dum-dum…(queu scary music).
I washed and dried enough of the large leaves to cover and slightly over-lap on 2 baking sheets. I cut the middle rib from each leaf with my handy-dandy grapefruit knife. I tossed the leaves in about 2 teaspoons of extra-virgin olive oil (which was too much) and placed them on the baking sheets. They were crowded, but it is ok – they’ll shrink as they dry out. I sprinkled the leaves with Kosher salt and the teeniest, nearly imperceptible dusting of garlic powder. 300° oven for 10-15 minutes.
Here is my verdict: They are crispy and hold up well as chips. Sandy-the-dog is quite taken with them (I only recently learned how much she enjoys garden vegetables) and they taste stronger than kale, for sure. They taste like their cultivar, brassica oleracea implies: kinda brassy. I will…eat them. They are a lightly-salted crispy snack. Guilt-free good. And I will give them to Sandy as treats.
I made two batches and still had a bowl full of leaves left.
I found a site that deals with what is called “cast-off cooking,” in which their interest in sustainable foods has brought a series of recipes using parts of foods we usually waste. No surprise that they had ideas for these large Brussels Sprouts leaves.
Highly nutritional, high in vitamin C and K, anti-cancerous, aids in DNA cell repair…I mean they are good to eat. So I may try try some of their recipes, but for sure I will just find some kale-type recipes and substitute.
Here are some good kale recipes. And honestly, if it weren’t so hot, I’d have made this Kale and Cannellini Soup with the rest of the leaves yesterday. Only I’d change it of course. The recipe and the title: Brussels Leaves and Cannellini Soup.
So for the future, I blanched the leaves and plunged them into ice-water to green them up really well, drained them and stuck them in a freezer with the note: make soup! We’ll see.
AND, there is this…
This quiet moment
Sunday afternoon. My garden is still smiling from a torrential downpour yesterday evening. It battered the petunias a bit, yet they are bright and beautiful, fragrant and deeply brilliant, anyway. It is so wonderful to step outside, know there are lots of things that need “done” and still be greeted by beauty all my works cannot create, anyway. I thank God for this amazing grace!
I have about a dozen weekend projects going and I don’t think they’ll get finished, but I am so grateful to get to work on them and see the mirror wall really taking shape (since Dave’s ribs are fully healed) and I have been re-doing all the grandbebe craft supplies trying to answer the age-old question: how do you keep creativity-inspiring supplies for art and crafts on hand for kids (and accesible) AND not go crazy when they are actually {quite liberally} used for inspired creativity? This doesn’t answer that question, but I have decided to make a list (because I LOVE lists) of simple art projects they can do at anytime with the things I have on hand. That will at least answer the question, “Nonna – what can we do now?” when the little ones are here.
What a loud and glorious week I have had.
There was an old woman {who is actually not that old} who lived in Colorado; she had so many grandbebes she could barely keep up… I have enjoyed large chunks of time {days, even} with the first 6 (of 8.4 current grandebes): the K-kids, the little Rock & Jovan girlies, and Hunter-Magoo. I got to see Kai briefly, but baby Bailey was away (D2S).
There was splashing (the pool), and tiny little swim suits and trunks in a veritable trail from the doors to the bathroom. There was squeaking (the trampoline) as little ones jumped high and long. Everybody stayed up way too late and we probably snacked way too much. There was art and “school work” and playing pretend house and dress-up, dancing and army guys, fort-building, sand-digging and looking through the telescope at the moon {“I see the real craters, Nonna!!!” said one. “You can actually see the dark side of the moon!” another told me} and general silliness all around.
I am pooped out. Good thing I had my kids young because these little ones wore.me.down! But – with goodness. I am depleted wholly by the best things of life. I am blessed!
Gemma-Time!
Gemma and I got some just-us time wholly unexpectedly this fine Saturday morning. It was so fun to have her all to myself – that hasn’t happened much since we used to have pre-school together weekly. We chatted about life (she is 6 now and heading in to full-day first grade!), played with Play-Doh, read a 1940s collection of Nursery Rhymes and tried to figure out what on earth some of them meant???, made pita-toast egg and cheese sandwiches, more Play-Doh time, then we watched 1 1/2 episodes of “My Little Pony” while she explained all the characters to me and how they interact (she does so love Pinkie-Pie, the party-loving pony) then we decided, before heading to the pool, that we’d do a major art project. She chose water-color painting.
We used some vinyl stick on letters to spell out her name on a big white sheet of kid’s art paper. Gemma used a black permanent marker to draw a design right over the letters and everything. She was a fan of the zig-zags and threw in some circles for good measure. We chose just 5 watercolors in an egg carton to paint in the areas she had created (though she did a little mixing right on the paper for more hues). Her Nonni made quite a mess with those and they are highly-stain-making {*ahem}. Nonna now has colorful hands – at least until time in the pool.
When Gemma was finished filling in all of the spaces she had created (and there were LOTS), she got to carefully-carefully-carefully peel off the vinyl lettering.
And VOILÀ!
Gemma and her watercolor-name art. So pretty – both Gemma and her art!!!
Song on video: Late 1977, “Hey, Deanie,” by Shaun Cassidy, which would have been a much better song if it had been “Hey, Jeanie!”
Hey Deanie
Won’t you come out tonight
The summer’s waitin’
The moon is shinin’ so bright
Hey Deanie you’re the one
I’m dreamin’ of…
Tiny Dancer
Amelie Belle is three years, 3 months and almost 3 weeks old. And she is a little worshipping, praise-dancer. I love how she loves this little purple and peach, pleated dress because when it goes on, the joy-dancing starts!
This is a video of her at the big Dare2Share Conference in Lakewood this week while her daddy was leading some late-night worship. The room is big and dark, but the skirt is unmistakably neon! :)
Hey, btw – Amelie’s Auntie Stormie is rocking it on the bass!
This is a daylight look at the dress (she had gone to bed with wet hair and her cousin and sister fixed her up in ponies and flowers in the morning) at our house 2 days ago. As Amelie often says: see??? This dress personifies the colorful, energetic, playful, happy, ornery, sugar and spice, super-sweetie-pie, girly-girl little Amelie is at this exact moment in her life.
I love the dress. I adore the darling Amelie Belle!
Micro-gardening: Hasn’t Mel Bartholomew been preaching this for years?
From The Salt recently: http://www.npr.org/blogs/thesalt/ posted July 9
The U.N. Food and Agriculture Organization has lately been talking about micro-gardens as critical way to help the urban poor get more food on the table. The FAO defines micro-gardens as intensively cultivated small spaces — such as balconies, small yards, patios and rooftops. Many rely on containers such as plastic-lined wooden boxes, trash cans and even old car tires.
While it’s probably tough to sustain a family on a micro-garden, FAO research shows that a well-tended micro-garden of 11 square feet can produce as much as 200 tomatoes a year, 36 heads of lettuce every 60 days, 10 cabbages every 90 days, and 100 onions every 120 days.
With the banned water-crisis in Brighton recently to the cases of cyclospora infections (food-borne sickness) popping up in Iowa, Texas and other states (caused by “store-fresh” produce/veggies), I am thinking about this more than usual.
During WWII, Americans planted Victory Gardens to be able to provide their own food and supplies during a time when our national resources and reserves were going toward the cause. I am still amazed when I read about the unity in which most Americans participated in this. I don’t think it could or would happen that way at all these days, as self-focus reigns. But I sure think you better know how to plant a garden to get your own fresh food in case something unthinkable happens where you live – because we have been seeing that happen all over in very recent history!
What if the crazy weather our nation has had the past few years that took out power grids in whole cities and towns for several days became even more commonplace? What if you couldn’t run to WalMart or the grocery store and get what you needed when you needed it? I have friends who had no power in their homes for a week last fall due to extreme weather. And guess what: the stores didn’t have power, either. So that didn’t help. Our nation no longers gives the farmers the support they need to provide our food on the scale in which we need it. Major droughts and dwindling farmlands have us going to nations with lower food safety standards for the “pretty” produce we see lining the aisles in our big, air-conditioned stores.
Enter the Mel…
He taught us THIS using the square-foot-gardening system (and he is an engineer and has the data to prove this stuff)
As compared to a traditional row garden, a SFG produces 100% of the harvest:
~With only 40% of the cost That’s a 60% savings
~In only 20% of the space That’s an 80% savings
~With only 10% of the water That’s a 90% savings (I did that bold because that is just plain amazing!)
~Just using 5% of the seeds That’s a 95% savings
~And With 2% of the work That’s a 98% savings
Mel Bartholomew, the father of the square-foot-gardening method (which uses far less work and resources and is uncommonly sensible) even created a foundation that goes in to developing nations and teaches the poorest how to feed themselves through gardening in small spaces. That is good work. That really is “fighting world hunger!”
Mel’s mission is simple:
1. Get everyone in the world to eat one meal per day of fresh vegetables.
2. To grow those vegetables in their own garden.
3. To use the SFG method for that garden.
But seriously? If a major crisis happened, I worry that most people in the United States would be sunk – never having had to learn how to produce the food they need to survive, never having planted a simple seed…
Be not afraid of sudden terror and panic, nor of the stormy blast or the storm and ruin of the wicked when it comes…Prov. 3.25 Amp
This truly is NOT about living in fear. It isn’t. We have a God who sees us and attends to us. He provides.
BUT – I am SO committed to teaching my grandchildren how to plant a seed and nurture it and work for the food they eat. That is wisdom. Look at the rest of the world and the difficulties faced daily in so many nations and be smart. Be wise. And be a blessing to others, too!
Start small, but start. Plant something (a seed in a windowsill, even) and attend to it and eat of the fruit of it. Be ready in case, because my garden is too small to feed everyone I know.
Although I am open to running a food farm if everyone wants to chip in. ;)
Just fine, thank-you.
I stumbled across this image at www.keep.com, which is a lot of stuff I don’t need, but so visually appealing I start to think, just for a second, that I do. Nonetheless, very fun to look at.
This t-shirt made me actually lol. Really. Totally laughed-ol!
Then I wondered about the designer. What little ping of pain might have brought this out? Because very often you will ask some one how they are doing and they will say, “Fine,” and you’ll find out later they were not fine at all but bleeding internally, agonizing in pain over a very difficult situation in their life, but they apparently didn’t want to alarm you.
Have you ever felt like this shirt, but said you were fine, anyway?