Friday, 13 July 2012
The squirrels are up to their old tricks. My hypothesis is that the scent of the ripe tomatoes has enticed them away from the other tasty bits around the garden, although why they are destroying the green tomatoes remains a mystery.
Thursday, 12 July 2012
I’m so very happy to report that The Botanist’s Toyota is now a Georgia resident, with a new home a few blocks from here purchased by a member of our Atlanta family. Such great news!
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Dju know that you can buy 80 proof Tanq in Canada but not here in the ol’ USA? (Or so I’m told.)
The Guru imported six of these 1.5l bottles for RHB, who prefers flavor to kick in his gin these days.
And, yes, he paid the duty. He reports he waited in line with several hopeful immigrants—no sorting by your business in the customs and immigration office in Detroit.
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
I did plant one “regular” tomato to complement the volunteer yellow pear tomatoes, and I see it has one fruit gaining some real size—what a contrast to the yellow ones.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Lucky me, I rolled in before lunch, ate a few of the yellow pear-tomatoes, and unloaded the Joad-mobile (aka BGT) in bright sunlight and raging humidity (except for the furniture that needs two people to move). I found the house in good order, and, even better, the AC working. Same with the shower. Nice!
Our kind, kind neighbors took pity on solo-me, and invited me over for porch-time, wine, and chili (yum!). As we sat on the porch, we watched the lightning flash lighting the sky particularly to the north and west, but without issue. The precip arrived much later, after I had returned home. Oh, the plants are happy now, after more than two hours of rainfall!
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Me bro discovered that shipping cargo was one-third the price of having a moving company move his keepers across the country. So, he and The Guru scavenged a pallet, then me bro added new, custom-cut panels and corner framing, and, presto (well, not quite), he had a shipping crate, perfectly positioned for the trucker’s forklift. He had to pick the weight limit up front, and he’s very much hoping he didn’t go over and trigger a $$ penalty.
Saturday, 7 July 2012
I’ve been able to revisit many objects as we go through the contents of the parental (and my childhood) home, then set them aside rather than putting them in the to-go pile. I do remember Dad wearing this hat way, way back, when the cloth was still complete and totally covering the straw? interior. Me bro tried to talk me into taking this, but, no….
Friday, 6 July 2012
Behind the trunks in the attic, my brother’s log cabin model survived, although the building no longer sat on its foundation, and the foundation seems to have been fractured by an…earthquake?
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Sculptures at the Mackie Rest Area, Clare.
Dry, dry, dry when we hit the hay last night, but a serious rain-storm came through about 5AM, allowing the plants to be revitalized. We figured it was M&D smiling down on us, setting us up for a quiet moment distributing their ashes under the huge double white pine, where MaryAnn suggested.
Then we hit the road, having bookended things, as far as my emotional center is concerned.
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
We waited quite a while for the northern dusk to arrive, and the payoff was…stunning. In short, we extended the locavore philosophy to fireworks, since normally we watch them across the lake (miles away).