Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Not often that all 3 settle down together, and really not often that MonkeyCat is allowed to rest on top of a dog. The WoodMan must have been very tired.
I was on the sofa with Woody, when Monkey climbed up and found himself a spot. He was kind enough to stay there while I got up to get the camera.
Poor WillyCat is still more comfortable upstairs, away from the mouths of monsters. Monkey doesn't seem to mind having his head chewed on by monsters, although he must have minded a bit last week because I think it was he who scratched a chunk of skin off the Cyrus face, right below his eye.
The curtains have calmed things down a bit in the evenings. The deer, the rabbits, the groundhogs—harder to spot them with curtains in the windows.
No progress on the crate training of Cyrus though. The only ones who sleep in the crate are the other 2 boys (Monkey is in there sunning himself right now). They find it very comfortable, unlike Cyrus who has scarred up his nose from all the frantic barking while I am walking Woody. I thought he would have figured it out by now...
Monday, September 5, 2016
We had a lovely cruise on Canadarago last night. It was supposed to be a wine cruise, but we actually had the wine before and after the boat ride. Thanks to Cousin Greg for the ride, the dinner, and this photo.
In poking around on the internet last week, I learned the sad news that a cousin of mine in Ireland passed at a young age in 2014. The only good thing that came from that news is that I was able to reconnect with her brother and some other cousins of mine in NJ. Strange coincidence that the NJ cousins have been coming up to Canadarago Lake for years not aware that we live minutes away.
This photo is aimed in the very general direction of Cousin Donna's house. While you were in NJ dealing with Hermine, know that your house was safe under a setting sun.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
(No, that’s not the artisanal one in the pic, that is the fluff I remember as a kid. Who even knew you could buy it in a 5-lb pot?)
I thought for sure, if this other one was so special and artisanal that it would have some form of mallow in it, but that was not the case. So I did a little research for you, knowing that you would want me to.
Word Origin and History for marshmallow
Old English mersc mealwe “kind of mallow plant (Althea officinalis) which grows near salt marshes;” from marsh + mallow. The confection (so called from 1877) originally was made from paste from the roots of this plant.The Greek word for the plant, althaea, is from althein “to heal.”
Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper
A Noble History
Yes, the marshmallow has roots in ancient Egypt, dating back to about 2000 BC, when the sap from the root of the marsh mallow plant [althaea officinalis] was mixed with honey to create a special confection available only to the Pharaohs and assorted Gods who needed dessert.
If you weren’t a Pharaoh, you had to wait until the mid-19th century, when French candy makers combined the sap with egg whites and sugar, whipping all by hand into a tasty treat.
So the word comes from the mallow plant roots having been used in the “confection” back in 2,000 BC (if you believe Mitch) but it seems that everyone has forgotten about that, even the fancy schmancy artisanal marshmallow makers. (Mitch didn’t forget, but I don’t think he uses any mallow roots either.)
And then I found that the pretty mallow flowers that grow all around our property are a common mallow, not even the true marsh mallow. (see the Wikipedia definition in the post below this one).
And I thought I was being so smart because I knew what a marsh mallow was...I was just so wrong!
Monday, August 22, 2016
|14 of the older ones coming for food, including Big Roo near the front, and Little Roo to the right of the maple tree|
|2 of the new red girls|
The plan was to close them up in the fenced area outside the coop for the first 2 nights. They were in there for maybe an hour and 2 of them escaped. When I went back to investigate and try to reunite them with their sisters, there was only 1 left in the fence. I could see them flying/jumping over and running off.
|Big Roo and a friend|
We are hoping they resolve their coming-home issues soon. Tomorrow is a late night for me at work and I won't be able to help The Husband with chicken wrangling. At least the lone straggler seems to understand how to stay safe out there in the cold, cruel world full of critters who would love a nice chicken dinner, like Cyrus for instance.
|3 new girls in the fenced area with the old dog house|
Of course this could all fall apart tomorrow night when I work late... or it might just all come together, right now...
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Our water comes from a well, so that means no water either. No power to run the pump. Still debating whether we should cave and buy that generator we were supposed to put in when we built the house. Money was short so that didn't happen.
Lucky me was home alone with all the critters. The Husband was visiting family in Salamanca, NY. (Happy 94th Birthday, Uncle Bud!) I had a rough time entertaining myself, even during the day when it was light enough. A nice vacation from all of the normal chores perhaps—washing dishes, vacuuming, doing laundry—but not being able to wash my hands after feeding pigs and chickens, not taking a shower, that part was not so much fun.
My biggest concern was for the food in the 2 refrigerators and especially all of the pork in the big freezer. I was able to use some frozen bags of whey to keep the fridge food cold, and not opening the big chest freezer was good enough to keep everything frozen for the 28 hours we were out. I'll have to remember that for next time. I am sure there will be a next time, although this is the first bad outage in 6 years, 11 if you count our time in the trailer.
So no pics from the blackout, but instead a nice portrait of the WoodMan doing his favorite thing—sitting in the backyard sunning himself. To me it looks like he's looking for all of his friends to show up. Always my handsome poser.
Those pots on the table are cilantro and basil, the big one on the chair is rosemary, and the one you can't see behind the table is thyme. They didn't mind the storm at all, but my little baby redbud tree inside the fence did lose a few branches...
Saturday, August 6, 2016
|Joseph's Saanen girls, not named yet|
|The stud man, David Bowie|
|John and Mary loving the mud on a hot day|
|Mary being silly|
Our Greek friend Joseph decided that he wanted 2 young female goats to hook up with the master stud, David Bowie. Not exactly sure how long they are going to stay, and the others are not quite their best friends yet, but they are fitting in just fine. They came (by way of someone else) from the same woman who sold us our first goats, the Saanens Lucille, Jack and Helen.
He bought them and will pay us for keeping them. He is a bit difficult to understand—I thought we were getting 2 males that he wanted for meat—but I think he is paying us in hay and whatever else we want in cash. Since he does not live here year-round, I am not sure what happens in the spring when they have kids. Are we still keeping them?
Either way, the goat herd just keeps expanding.
We don't have that problem with pigs. They stay with us just long enough.
Right now they are still in the adorable stage—the stage where we could take pictures every day and each one would be more adorable than the next. Now that the visiting photographer is gone, Tim has taken up the job. He took all of these photos.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Sarah the photographer is back in NJ, but I must share the rest of her photos from Lester's Flat. David Bowie is prominently featured in all 3, with Miss Rosie taking the spotlight in the first one.
Thank you Sarah for your view of our world.
Sarah and the other girls were weekend visitors, but B&E are here all week. We took them to the Otsego County Fair today. We started with a not-so-healthy lunch (sausage, chicken spiedies, french fries, a slushie and ice cream). We heard a few not-too-musical karaoke singers (one of them was actually very good) and we had a great time looking at all the farm animals and tractors and such...
Evie got a great photo of a sleeping kangaroo. I know, not your typical farm animal...neither was the camel, the yak, the emus, the lemurs.
Where do they all go when the fair is over?
Several of the farm animals go to the butcher (sorry, not making that up) and the others go home with their owners, but where do the camels and the yak sleep at night? Next week, when the fair is over, where is the sleeping kangaroo?
I will have to send my favorite reporter from the Freeman's Journal out to follow up on that one. I'll get back to you.
Monday, August 1, 2016
|John, up close and personal|
|Lucille, Jack, Rico and Rosie in the front, kids in back|
The Husband and I have many fond memories of Claire and Ella (her younger sister) coming up to visit, and even staying with us for a week or so in their younger days. Older and wiser for sure, but Claire at least is still recognizable as one of those silly children. I hope that she approves of this photo that I took of the 2 of them back in 2011. She was not especially fond of the videos I showed her from way back then.
|Sarah's friend Casey wanted to milk the goats |
AND drink the milk
|Brooke and Claire at the Cider Mill|
|Ella and Claire at Lester's Flat|
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Some of you will remember the screen door I had someone make for our semi-Victorian house in NJ. In its first lifetime, it was Gumby green. Somewhere along the way it was repainted turquoise, not quite as bold as the Gumby green. I needed something funky to break up the overall dark cedar color of the house.
When we decided to move up here, I did not want my funky custom-made screen door to go to waste on someone who might not appreciate it, so I brought it here to use on the screen porch in the back. The turquoise did not work with a blue-gray house, so I painted it "Tuscan Red" to match what I had chosen for the front door. A nice enough red, just not outstanding.
I am not sure why I had such a hard time choosing colors for this house, inside and out. I think part of it was the time constraints—fast decisions and so many to choose!
The exterior color choices were limited to what was available in Hardie Plank, the cement-based siding we wanted on the house. Because we went with vinyl windows instead of wood, trim was pretty much limited to white. I still like the "Evening Blue" siding that we chose, but have been unable to find secondary colors that look good with it. I just found out when the painter redid the back porch ceilings in the sky blue I did in the front (also on the porch in NJ) that The Husband does not like it at all... (Sorry Hub!)
So, on a whim, I found a new paint color "Red Parrot" for the screen door, that is just a shade darker than the orange Adirondack chair we received as a gift. I like it so much on the screen door (the test run) that I am going to repaint the front door as well. It is the color of a ripe New Jersey tomato, a perfect funk to add to the greyish siding color. I think the little scroll ornaments in the corners have been purple since Gumby days, so I might just leave them that color.
Now where will I work in some other colors? Hmmmm...
And, for this color-saturated post—how about these fresh eggs we had for breakfast this morning! Even the lightest one is a whole lot more vibrant than what we used to get in the grocery store. Can't do yellow eggs anymore. Give me all pretty, and very healthy, orange eggs!