Sights from around Crooked Acres.
A few weeks ago, Fred was digging near the wood shed, and found this bottle. It’s a little salt shaker! Unfortunately, the lid was almost completely corroded, but how neat, right? I wonder how long it had been buried there.
We gave up and went, as Fred termed it, “full redneck.” That’s one of those relatively inexpensive pools, and it’s realllllly nice. The good thing about small pools is also the bad thing about small pools: they warm up quickly. It’s practically like a sauna in there these last few days. Luckily, when there’s a breeze it’s pretty pleasant. (And please note, I am not 4 feet tall. I was sitting on a foam noodle, floating.)
When Fred and I go out to the back forty together, George and Gracie get SUPER! OVER! EXCITED! and we have to make them sit down and get calm. Here, George is barely restraining himself, and Gracie’s like “I knowwwww. We’re nauuuuuuuughty. ::sigh::”
Honestly, this Silkie is the best mama hen we’ve got. Most of the other hens are pretty good, but the Silkie wins Mother of the Year every time. This is my favorite Silkie-and-babies picture, from 2009:
So are the Banana Peppers. I’ve already made a batch of Hot Pepper Butter. Which is a misnomer, really, there’s nothing hot about Banana Peppers. I’m a wimp when it comes to spicy stuff, and they’re not hot to me. The Pepper Butter is good on burgers and sandwiches – and I’m usually not a fan of any kind of pepper.
Pattypan squash. It’s a good thing that I have a freezer full of squash, because the squash bugs are starting to take over. We squoosh the eggs when we see them, but there are an awful lot of plants out there.
Snack time for the ‘Maters. We’ve got Mr. Stripey at noon, Wellington at 1:00, Caspian at 6:00, Dingwall Scotty at 7ish, and Sungold at 10:00. (I should have used the blue dish since they’re all boys, but the ‘Maters are secure in their masculinity. For a few more weeks, at least, bwahaha.)
2011: Pile of McMaos.
2010: If that’s not the epitome of abject misery, I don’t know what is.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “So, I says to her, I says ‘Look. You want to pet me. I don’t want you to pet me. Your love burns my soul.”
2006: No entry.
2005: “Momma, your feet stink.”