Computers are a blessing. They can be a curse. When you think you brought one on a trip and you didn't, cursing or not, blogging slows way down. Sometimes it stops.
One fingering the Things I Get To Do Today on my iPhone will work for short posts. Hope to "see" you again soon.
Thinking of a flower bed recently cleaned and rearranged keeps my spirits cheered and free.
Ideas about ordinary tasks done with extraordinary love and attention. For home, garden, soul and everything in between.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Bee Box Post Script
They said yes! They were enthusiastic about it. The bee box, a Top-Bar Hive, has a home under the apple tree. And the owners of the tree are pleased to be able support the overall welfare of the honeybee population.
The morning sun will kiss the front door of the hive, inviting the sweeties out to soar in the morning air. Shade is provided by the ancient apple tree from midmorning through the rest of the day. Winter sun, when we have it, can filter through the twigs of the leafless tree.
It's been a busy day, and last of the Things I get to do today was deliver the hive to its now location. It is beautiful in its idlic simplicity. The swarm-lady has been notified that we are ready for the next swarm. To be(e) continued. Blessings Be(e)!
Hive is now home under an ancient apple tree. |
The morning sun will kiss the front door of the hive, inviting the sweeties out to soar in the morning air. Shade is provided by the ancient apple tree from midmorning through the rest of the day. Winter sun, when we have it, can filter through the twigs of the leafless tree.
Oden, guard of the property, will keep the bees safe |
It's been a busy day, and last of the Things I get to do today was deliver the hive to its now location. It is beautiful in its idlic simplicity. The swarm-lady has been notified that we are ready for the next swarm. To be(e) continued. Blessings Be(e)!
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Gaudy Gorgeous
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Fruit Cake for People Who Hate Fruit Cake
Fruit Cake with Coconut whipped cream |
Don't run for the nearest door just because the title says Fruit Cake. This is a cake of a different color. Fresh, Spring, Summer, Juice, and Glorious were all invited into the recipe.
Symmetrical melons are easier to work with. 2 cakes from one melon. Cut off ends. Cut in half. |
Fortunately, it takes very little time to prepare, and no two or three months to ripen. This is ready to be eaten in minutes (can wait a few hours). So grab your forks.
By slicing at the outer edge of the rind you get the most from the wider melon below |
Ready to decorate |
The idea/recipe came from Rawforvitality's post on Facebook: Rawforvitality. They used whipped coconut milk for the "frosting."
About 10 strawberries and one kiwi. Blackberries were stabilized with Toothpicks |
Just waiting for someone to sing "Happy Birthday, dear Teresa" then add the whipped cream. |
*PS. The "cakes" were served up to many oo's and ah's. Coconut cream on the side. As the cream warmed to the room, it seemed to hold its shape better. Recipe said to chill it first. Next experiment will be to start with the coconut milk at room temp. No sugar or flavor added to the coconut milk. It was sweet enough on its own.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Natural Dyes for Wool, Step One
Almost looks like carrots with grey skin |
About half full. |
Alder, its leaves, catkins, and its bark are excellent for dying fiber, so I've read. Come along on my journey of experimentation in dying wool with bark from my sister's cut-down Alder tree. When it was first fell, it shocked us into doing something with the spectacular color.
Bark and wood chips. |
The bark must be prepared, I understand. Some directions said to soak it for three months, letting it ferment, as the first step. I think the point is to get as much of the color as possible from the bark. Well, my "three horses" and I have a different and very possibly quicker plan tucked into the Things I get to do today.
Ground bark |
Two batches of bark in the blender with about two cups of water in each for 20 seconds or so resulted in a fine "gravel" or coarse sand texture to the bark with lots and lots of color in the water. Next stage is to let that sit for a week or so. To be continued.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Are They Spoiled Yet?
Monday's the day. One o'clock is the time. My local market prepares for my Hens (perhaps it should be all capital letters) a huge box of greens. The market's lovely organic lettuces get tidied up and replenished everyday, and by one o'clock the trimmings and scraps are boxed and ready for me to pick up. We (my hens) are so fortunate!
There was a bit of magic in the Things I get to do today because an idea danced right out that hadn't shown itself before--a way to keep the lettuce leaves clean, fresh and inviting all day for the girls.
Our usual routine is for me to toss out several handfuls of lettuces or greens. The chickens all come running, peck a bit or not, walk all over the treat and maybe wander off to something else in a few minutes. By the time they come back, the greens are wilted.
The magic looked much like a bouquet of lettuces. Water in the bottom of the "vase" will keep it fresh until the top is pecked off. Not spoiled yet!
Finished bouquet for the chicken table that won't tip over. |
There was a bit of magic in the Things I get to do today because an idea danced right out that hadn't shown itself before--a way to keep the lettuce leaves clean, fresh and inviting all day for the girls.
Quart plastic container on scrap of shelving |
Couple of short screws hold "vase" to its "table" |
Our usual routine is for me to toss out several handfuls of lettuces or greens. The chickens all come running, peck a bit or not, walk all over the treat and maybe wander off to something else in a few minutes. By the time they come back, the greens are wilted.
The girls chow down on the "arrangement." |
The magic looked much like a bouquet of lettuces. Water in the bottom of the "vase" will keep it fresh until the top is pecked off. Not spoiled yet!
Monday, April 22, 2013
One Big Pinecone
Extremely hard and sharp "bristles" on this cone |
It weighs well over a pound and stands nine inches tall. Good friend Wiki tells me it is a Coulter Pine Cone and that my sample is small compared to the average. They range in size from 8 to 16 inches and weigh from 2 to 5 pounds. Folks are advised to wear hardhats while working amongst these trees. The cones nickname is "widow maker." We did comment at the time that if one of these fell on your head, it would do serious damage.
5" tall spice bottle |
PS. Size comparison photos! Thanks, Julie, for the photo assist.
Served up on Lenox! Get your fork ready. Since the cone has dried out more and opened more, it actually measures bigger than three weeks ago. |
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Bee Box
Before: with 1x12 pine. The red is propolis* left from the first colony of honeybees. |
The wood on the sides needs to be thicker. I learned that after the first colony of bees didn't make it through the winter nearly a year and a half ago. We think it was the cold. 1 x 12" pine lumber may not insulate enough to keep the bees alive when the temperatures really drop.
Cozy and clean and ready for a swarm |
Top bars in place. |
*Propolis is made by honey bees from tree buds, saps or other plant sources. The bees use it to seal all the cracks in the hive. They also strengthen the edges of the wax honeycomb with propolis making it strong enough to be "walked on" by all the hundreds of bees as they bring in the nectar. Propolis is also an antimicrobial, dental antiplaque agent, and an antitumor growth agent. In addition propolis can reduce by half the damage caused to chromosomes by ionizing radiation. Wikipedia
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Donk's Big Day
'94 Toyota still shiny red, mostly |
Today was his birthday. He turned (over) 100,000. It happened up on the hill where Scholl's Ferry Road meets Oregon Highway 26. Sylvan it's called. Donk, the little red pickup truck that mostly just sits in our driveway, partied by driving with me out to the country to fetch a load of composted horse poo for my yard. Right after the signal and on the Highway 26 ramp, the last 9 disappeared.
Donk has had experiences beyond my imagination. He was our daughter's main transportation through high school and college. How many of her friends learned to drive a stick-shift at Donk's expense we don't even want to know. But he's survived thanks to several rather expensive overhauls to the engine and general working parts. And, yes, twice rear-ending another car , each time totaling the sweet thing are part of his history as well.
As we drove through the spring showers to where fields were green, houses few, and horses romp, I thought of that line by Indian Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark, "It's not the years, it's the miles."
Friday, April 19, 2013
Rosy Glasses of Spring
First apple blossoms on my baby tree. |
The title really grabbed me: Lost: One Pair of Rose Colored Glasses.
This novella by fellow blogger, Amy Dingmann (http://www.amydingmann.com), is sitting on my kitchen counter waiting for a stormy day so I'll stay out of the garden and read it. In the mean time, I'm enjoying watching spring play with the title as I go about the garden Things I get to do today.
Dogwood's butterflies winging in the sun |
Everywhere one looks Spring has displayed her optimism through rosy, pink flowers.
Cherry pompom |
Love energy is pink. We are surrounded by its reassurance. Spring has not lost her glasses.
Optimism at its best. |
Thursday, April 18, 2013
One Year and Two Days
It took just over a year. I should be surprised it was that long. Rats are smart critters, and the local gang finally broken into our "rat-proof" chicken feeder. The last two days they've been feasting there every time I glance out the window.
With chickens around, rats are like first cousins, except closer. Since hens are not thorough in getting every morsel of grain or feed set out for them, the frugal rats take care of any that is left behind. For that reason I built a giant bird feeder that rats could not climb up nor jump up into.
It took me two days to spot the rats' point of entry and to put the solution in Things I get to do today. A large piece of plastic is now on the wall of the chicken coop. The little critters have been climbing up the screen of the coop and jumping down and over into the hens' dinner table. The invitation to dine has been withdrawn.
24-hour dinner table |
With chickens around, rats are like first cousins, except closer. Since hens are not thorough in getting every morsel of grain or feed set out for them, the frugal rats take care of any that is left behind. For that reason I built a giant bird feeder that rats could not climb up nor jump up into.
Plastic creates a "no-holds" area next the the feeder. I will probably need to cover a larger section of the screen soon. Fast learners. |
It took me two days to spot the rats' point of entry and to put the solution in Things I get to do today. A large piece of plastic is now on the wall of the chicken coop. The little critters have been climbing up the screen of the coop and jumping down and over into the hens' dinner table. The invitation to dine has been withdrawn.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Red, Yellow, and Blue
The blues have the blues |
They were gorgeous. Spring bouquets in the primary colors always take my breath away. Sold when the tulips are still closed, each flower warms to its new setting, opening a bit each day to enthrall with its charm. I'm such a sucker!
Three petals twisted and finished |
The blue iris seems the least sturdy and begins to shrivel while the other flowers are still at their prime. Planning how to keep the blue and the freshness of the arrangement was one of the Things I get to do today. A little pair of scissors went snip, snip, snip.
Removing the twists freshens the whole arrangement |
The iris are not their original selves, but with the wilted petals gone, they can hold their head high for another few days at least and do their most exquisite part to balance the bouquet.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Potato Gets Naked
Naked Potato |
It was a strip with no tease. A sudden, muffled pumpfff came from the corner of the kitchen. Investigation revealed the maker of the noise. Just a potato getting undressed.
Perhaps it was the potato's way of telling me it didn't want to be cooked in the microwave. I should have known better. Not too hard to guess what cleaning Things I get to do today!
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Success on the Window Sill
Rooted and roaring to go |
It worked. Well, part of the experiment worked. The stalk did not grow roots or leaves, but the pretty green top grew the finest set of roots I ever seen. Even a wisdom tooth would be envious of these.
Before: cut free of the shriveled neck but not ready to quit. Two months in water did the trick. |
Around the first of February this blog described the demise of part of my dracaena plant. One of the stalks just hung its head over and gave up. The national/world news is bad, but not so awful as to cause house plants to throw in the towel. I was certain that with a good dose water and hope that at least part of it would be willing to have another go at life.
Very short, but filled with hope and vitality |
Now after two months, the rescued green top is filled with life and light and is going strong. I've planted this healthy top back in its pot with the taller brother and sister--so thrilled that this is one of the Things I get to do today.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
The Push Mower
Grass in our lawn never takes a vacation. We went away, but the lawn stayed home, got drunk on rain and reached for the sky. Well, seven inches is not the sky, but you know what I mean.
So as soon as it could be stuffed into the Things I get to do today, I mowed the lawn. It was damp and supposed to rain. Tall grass is difficult. Wet, tall grass is close to impossible. And it did, indeed, rain. But I've got one of those mowers that isn't broken unless I am.
Trusty piece of equipment it is. Never runs out of gas, or oil, or breaks the starter cord, or has a dead battery, or picks up rocks or wire bits and hurtles them dangerously at the unsuspecting. Nope, this mower goes when I say go and stops when I need a rest. But mowing the lanky green was very hard work. Fortunately, it's done now. The henny pennies have small mountains of clippings to hunt, peck and scratch through. In a few days, we'll cycle this job through the "get to do today" list to clean it up proper like when the rain takes a break. But for now the old push mower performed beautifully.
The power end of the mower |
So as soon as it could be stuffed into the Things I get to do today, I mowed the lawn. It was damp and supposed to rain. Tall grass is difficult. Wet, tall grass is close to impossible. And it did, indeed, rain. But I've got one of those mowers that isn't broken unless I am.
Well-coated with long, wet grass |
Trusty piece of equipment it is. Never runs out of gas, or oil, or breaks the starter cord, or has a dead battery, or picks up rocks or wire bits and hurtles them dangerously at the unsuspecting. Nope, this mower goes when I say go and stops when I need a rest. But mowing the lanky green was very hard work. Fortunately, it's done now. The henny pennies have small mountains of clippings to hunt, peck and scratch through. In a few days, we'll cycle this job through the "get to do today" list to clean it up proper like when the rain takes a break. But for now the old push mower performed beautifully.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Welcomed Home
Callas greet with grace at the front door |
Home feels good. The welcoming committee of yard growies done good!
Blue Borage |
Even though the back lawn has grown three inches too long to cut with the push mower and will be on tomorrow's Things I get to do today, all the plants and flowers got drunk on the abundant rain that fell while we were away and decided to throw a party for me. It is glorious.
Rosemary's delicate dance |
beauty around every corner on every plant. I am home and I am loved.
Welcome Home! |
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Mountain High
They are over 10,000 feet at the top. As I sorted through the Things I get to do today, finding my way into the high mountains felt like the best choice. From the eastern edge of the L.A. Basin, the mountains rise up in a massive ridge across the northern skyline.
In less than an hour, we found our way from the 2100 ft. floor to over 8000 ft. The temperature was 37 degrees, and snow hung in the shadows beside the road. The air was clear, fresh, fragrant. We followed a little road down to an area called Seven Oaks and explored a segment of the Santa Ana River. Boulders delineating the parking area caught my attention.
Textures and lines
Shapes and squiggles
I've found my mountain high.
In less than an hour, we found our way from the 2100 ft. floor to over 8000 ft. The temperature was 37 degrees, and snow hung in the shadows beside the road. The air was clear, fresh, fragrant. We followed a little road down to an area called Seven Oaks and explored a segment of the Santa Ana River. Boulders delineating the parking area caught my attention.
Textures and lines
Shapes and squiggles
I've found my mountain high.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Work the Wind
One could get dizzy looking at them. Rows and rows of blades moving circularly rather blow the mind, so to speak. But it makes sense to use what is normally just a nuisance in this area--the wind. The turbines gather the winds. That work creates electricity.
I'm fascinated by the dancing patterns and documenting them will be part of The Things I Get To Do Today.
I'm fascinated by the dancing patterns and documenting them will be part of The Things I Get To Do Today.
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