A Tail of Woe

This morning, a sad face was surveying the back garden from behind bars.

He/she would appear to be a juvenile, so I'm sure the tale is not complete.

But this one is on his/her way up the mountain in the boot of Jeff's car, to be introduced to a new and more liberated way of life. Namely, not in our woodshed.

Neighbour Jim said he caught one a while ago and disposed of it with a baseball bat.

I drew the line at possum carnage.

You'll be glad to know.

Vanquishing the weekend

I keep a mental tally of life's little triumphs.

The balance sheet of fate requires a steady supply of such things, I think, in order to counteract the (pardon me) crap that happens to all of us. 

So here, then, are the serendipitous events of today, Saturday the 25th of September, two thousand and ten.

An almost new jogging stroller for Annie, $30, and a bike for Thomy, $10, happened upon at a garage sale on our walking route this morning.

Ka-ching.

Tomatoes gathered, in spite of all odds (namely, the weather), and subsequently roasted and frozen.

Ka-ching!

A nice little crop of fingerling potatoes gathered from two clay pots.

Ka-ching!

Jeff, having an industrious day, putting a front and a door on the woodshed.

Note the baggy jeans.

He's lost some weight lately.

Ka-ching!

He has to bend over to fill out those jeans now. 8-D

We think we have possums living in the woodshed.

They leave little presents all over the lawns.

And they nibbled one of my tomatoes.

Tonight, the shed is sealed and Jeff set a trap on the lawn.

Ka-ching!

I am determined to win against the weather, so Jeff covered the tomato patch with plastic.

Instant greenhouse.

Ka-ching!

Jeff mowed and edged the lawns.

He is quite an enthusiastic edger since he acquired his new Weedeater. 

The old one was in sad shape, mostly due, I'm pretty sure, to Charlie's mistreatment. His philosophy was, if you don't want to do a chore, wreck the equipment. It seemed to work rather well for him. 

One day, halfway through the job, Jeff just put the old one away and refused to use it any more. 

So I bought him a new one.

And he was happy.

Ka-ching!

Behold, the leaning tower of pasta!

I bought a box of Barilla pasta at Freddie's tonight and was given a coupon for $1 off two boxes.

So I went back through with two boxes.

And was given a coupon for $2 off three.

So, I went back through again.

And again.

And again.

Who knows how long I would have kept at it if the supply of coupons had been endless.

But, sadly, there came a time when I paid for my three boxes and no coupon was issued.

Whew.

Eighteen boxes of Barilla for $7.

Ka-ching!

Dinner tonight, except for the lettuce and fish, was all from our garden.

Ka-ching!

Here's to winning the fight!

One day at a time.

P.S. Hope the ka-ching thing wasn't too annoying. 

P.P.S. I know I've pretty much ignored my trip so far. Don't worry, THERE WILL BE POSTS!

P.P.P.S. You wouldn't believe how many times I unsuccessfully tried to catch that pile of pasta boxes on camera before they fell over! 

Trailing clouds of glory do we come

My Mum loves clouds.

She comments on them regularly, until you could cheerfully consign the whole cloud genre to oblivion.

It is both endearing and maddening.

But the fact remains that a never-ending blue sky is the stuff of which nightmares are made.

I've been thinking about that lately, about the beauty that clouds bring to the sky. 

Without clouds, there would be no colour in the sunset.

No silver linings.

No cleansing and nourishing rain to fall from the sky.

No respite from the sun's glare on a summer day.

No weather.

No life.

So I shall take my clouds with a side of silver and crimson, thank you very much.

The heavens declare the glory of God;
and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.
Psalms 19:1

Fantastic vines

I've been fascinated for many years with the kudzu vine. Almost any novel written in the South describes the way kudzu, when left unfettered, will smother areas of land or structures in no time at all. One gets the feeling you could almost see it grow. In fact, some of its nicknames are "foot-a-night vine", "mile-a-minute vine", and "the vine that ate the South".

Japanese in origin, kudzu was introduced to Florida in 1876 as a forage crop. It is spreading at the rate of 150,000 acres annually. According to one website, instructions for planting kudzu back in the Depression went like this: Dump the shot out of a shotgun shell and replace with kudzu seed. Go out in your field and fire the shotgun. Run for your life and try to beat the kudzu back to the house. 

Imagine my delight when, on walking down the road to church on Sunday, this sight met my eyes. I knew instantly that it must be the mysterious kudzu.

When the vines get a good hold, as they often do, the scene takes on an other-worldly appearance. Trees become strange apparitions that look like crowds of portly, primeval, hominids or herds of  monsters, a la Maurice Sendak.

In spite of its proclivity for dominance in the southeastern American climate, kudzu has possibilities. Scientists are researching the use of an extract from the vine for curbing alcoholic cravings. It also has many medicinal applications already in use. The kudzu flower is sweetly scented and used to perfume soaps and lotions.

Like so many things in life, kudzu is both a curse and a blessing.

And down here in the South, I look for it where'er I wander.

These boots are made for walkin'

I didn't know that I needed some cowboy boots....

...until I saw these on my favourite shoe website.

Old Gringo.

Made in the USA.

The handmade production process takes 130 steps.

Made from the finest grade of leather and a detailed tanning process.

And costing a small fortune, even on the daily special.

But.

I'm worth it.

Don't you think?

P.S. Don't answer that, unless it is complimentary.

P.P.S. If I wear them, are they still cowboy boots?

Day of what?

Certainly not a day of rest.
Sunday, that is.
Although I try, trust me, I try.

Take this morning, for example.
Ward Council at 10, which I had to leave early, at 10:30, to take a meeting with my activities committee.
Choir practice at 11 because we were singing today.
Sacrament Meeting , at 11:30, was 90 minutes today because it was Ward Conference, and it was lovely. Good speakers, good music, just what I was needing. The main message was, I think, that you can't coast along and expect to keep the fire of your testimony burning brightly. You have to be doing good things and be in the right places, or the fires dwindle. Which was a good reminder to me of why I drag myself out the door every Sunday, and several other times some weeks, to be in the right place.

While everyone else progressed to their other meetings, my committee and I were setting up for the Linger Longer that was to be held right after church. Setting tables, preparing food, nattering all the way. Then dealing with the hungry hordes, who were impressively well-behaved and had enormous appetites. Almost all the food was eaten, which is always a good sign, I think.

We arrived home, after clean-up, at about 4 o'clock.
Crikey, I don't work that hard during the week!
So I have been very lazy since then and have eaten three, yes three, slices of pear/ginger cake.
And taken a little stroll through the garden, admiring the grapevines and spots of colour.
Why, oh why, do I love grapevines so much?

A little Orton-ish, with a fade, to soothe the senses.

Nasturtiums, which are vibrant to the point of ridiculousness. 

The crepe myrtle, entering its heyday.

And this lovely heirloom rose, which was rescued from certain death by my friend Lori and is flourishing against the back fence.

Our England is a garden,
and such gardens are not made
by singing, "Oh, how beautiful!"
 and sitting in the shade.

          Rudyard Kipling, from "The Glory of the Garden."

Good intentions

Today, I was going to write a nice thoughtful essay on all the ramifications of the terrorism nine years ago. 

I even thought about posing the grandchildren in front of our neighbour's flag and taking a photo, which I would then add to the post as a nice visual aid.

Instead, I spent all morning shopping for a lunch for 200 people at church tomorrow.  

Shortly after I got home,  the little darlings arrived.

These photos were taken at about eight o'clock, after they were all washed and ready for bed.

Eating popsicles made of Jello, which helps them not to drip as they melt, and strawberries and bananas.

I can't buy them (Popsicles) any more. High fructose corn syrup rears its ugly head yet again! 

Kenzie said These taste like smoothies!

They had a busy afternoon.

Playing legos.

Eating.

Singing.

Eating.

Playing computer.

Eating.

Fighting.

Getting along.

Eating.

Going to the park with Papa while I loaded up the car and took all the food to the church.

And more eating.

Then, they watched Quest for Camelot and ate popcorn.

Natalie and Josh fell asleep during the movie and the older two just put themselves to bed.

Peace at last.

In between all this, I did laundry, dishes, fed everyone (constantly), pruned the grape vines, and made....

this.

Darn.

Just thinking about it made me go eat another piece.

This is a Pear and Ginger Upside-Down Cake.

Just the ticket for all those ripe pears you have sitting around.

Are you ready?

First, melt 1/3c brown sugar and about an ounce of butter in a small dish in the microwave.

Spread this over the bottom of a 9" round pan and cover it with 3 pears, peeled and sliced. 

I add some chopped crystallized ginger for a little excitement.

Cream 10 oz butter and 1 c brown sugar.

Beat in 3 eggs, 

then add 1 1/2 c flour,

2 tsp BP,

and 2-3 tsp ginger.

The ground variety.

This makes a delicious-looking batter, all golden brown and redolent of ginger.

Spread the batter onto the pears.

Slide it into the oven and bake at 350 degrees for about 40 minutes, till the top springs back when you touch it.

Let it sit in the pan for 5 or 10 minutes and then invert onto a plate. Don't forget to scrape out all the bits that stick to the pan. And if you want to, you can even put them onto the cake instead of in your mouth.

But I wouldn't suggest it!

I got the original recipe from this blog, which I ran across on Next Blog one night when I was bored. The blog is written by three friends who live in New Zealand. They make a lot of traditional New Zealand recipes, so I thoroughly enjoy both reading it and making the recipes. Although I must say, they do make some pretty strange dinners. 

Go look at the original recipe and then you can feel free to thank me for simplifying it for you.

You're welcome.

Go here to read some thought-provoking, short essays on the events of  nine years ago.