I always considered myself the outdoors-y type. Thought I was tough; have never known a professional pedicure or manicure; could bench press 200 lbs; spent my free time hiking or backpacking in the Sierra's or along the North South Trail of Land Between The Lakes with a 65 pound pack on my back. Camping was sissy. I backpack. Alone. In the mountains. I am tough.
I am also 50 something now, and things may have changed. Five years ago, I was still trying to operate on the above premise--toughness. In the past five years, Doug has, without saying a word, shown me that I'm not the rugged, farm, country-type I thought I was. Yesterday was the nail in that coffin when I tried to catch Gus, our 17 hand white horse, after he walked through the pasture fence--again--and was running like a freight train around the house, through the orchards, through the garden, kicking and farting and blowing up a dust storm.
"I've got this. No problem. I did this a couple of weeks ago without incident," I say out loud to the five dogs looking at me as if I should just run for cover because they were. These guys are gentle and have only knocked me through the fence and stepped on me one time in 5 years. And they didn't mean to do it then. So, I march out to the garage to fetch his feed bucket, fill it with feed, and out I go. But Gus wasn't ready to go. At least not back into the pasture. He took off headed right for me and my bucket of feed, skidded to a stop in front of me, jammed his huge head into the feed bucket which I promptly dropped and spilled feed everywhere. Gus is panting and quivering and prancing about. The other two "big dogs," Rhett and Deets, are whinnying, stomping, and prancing in the pasture.
"Perhaps if I take Rhett and Deets some food, then Gus will follow me back into the pasture to get some more," I hypothesize. I loaded up the bucket again, but this time I'm just a little nervous because Gus has taken to running around again. I'm old enough to understand how pain feels. I hug the side of the house, head towards the pasture, then peek around the corner. No Gus in sight. I make a mad dash for the greenhouse. Just a few more feet. But, "Oh, Heck!" there he is, right in front of the greenhouse drinking water from the catch barrel. So I stand there. Swatting flies--just like Gus--waiting for my moment. I go back to the table in front of the garden to sit down in the shade and wait for him to run off. Except now I am cut off from going back into the house with my five scaredy-cat dogs. The chickens, which were hiding out under the mulberry tree take off and head for the henhouse, like a chicken train. You can see them in the third row panorama of pictures above. "Run, Girls!, Run!," I yell. Suddenly I see my opening and make a mad dash for the porch and into the house. "He's not hurting anything," I say, " in fact, maybe I won't need to mow this week after all!"
Ultimately, Gus is re-corralled and all is well. So, here is how you DO catch a horse: wait for husband to come home to walk the 1200 pound "big dog" gently back into the gated pasture. Dejected, embarrassed, and finally humbled, with my head bowed in front of Doug I say, "I guess I'm not as tough as I thought I was. I guess I'm really just a city-girl, aren't I?"
"Oh, I knew that all along," he replied with a grin. "I also knew you'd figure it out for yourself one of these days."
Yuck! Those Tobacco/Tomato Hornworms are just NASTY critters. However, if you see one sporting these white egg-like nodules, Don't Smash Him! Let it be because the worm is already as good as dead. The white things are Braconid Wasp Eggs. The Braconid Wasp is a parasite of the hornworm. This means that the Wasp is a Beneficial Insect. For more information on Beneficial Insects for our gardens, click here.
It is late summer here at the WP Ranch, and the apples are ripe in the orchard. My favorite Cake recipe uses fresh apples. I think you will really enjoy this yummy dessert appropriate for any time of the year, but super nice during Autumn Harvest. I also thought I'd share a picture of the original recipe card right out of my childhood--1970's!
Groovy Tuesday's has several sewing patterns to make Maxi Skirts and Maxi Dresses, which are THE fashion item for Autumn! Start browsing in our 1970's patterns--I think you'll find several in there. REMEMBER, FREE SHIPPING!
"Already?," inquires Alice. "You just sent the Premier issue and you want to make a change. You're Bonkers!"
"Yes, I know, Alice. But I just have so many interesting things I want to share! Also, it is getting close to Autumn, my favorite time of year---wait, Spring is my favorite--wait, I really like Winter....nevermind. The "Scoop of All the Poop" at the WP and Groovy Tuesdays, will be a Bi-WEEKLY, rather than Bi-Monthly, newsletter."
Can I get some APPLAUSE? Thank you.
This is only as hot as the jalapeños you use. There is conflicting information about how to tell if your jalapeño is a hot one (besides shoving it in your mouth). I learned from a Mexican friend, that if the skin is marked with small striations, it is a hot one. Of course, others point to the seeds, as to what makes it a hot jalapeño. In the picture below, the pepper on the left is striated, while the one on the right is not, or is very slightly. Both of these turned out to be painfully hot, so, as a gardener, I have come to the conclusion it is the soil (pH, etc.) and amount of water that dictates the heat. Here's my recipe:
8 baseball size Green Tomatoes or Tomatillos, washed and dehusked
4 Jalapeños (shoot for ratio of 4 tomatoes/tomatillos to one jalapeño)
1 baseball size white onion
1 t salt
1T minced garlic
1/2 c chicken broth (or 1/2 c water and 1 chicken bouillon cube)
Roast tomatoes/tomatillos and jalapeños whole in a dry, cast iron skillet or over an open flame until the skins of the jalapeños are lightly charred, and the tomatoes/tomatillos have turned a light yellow, or seem a little mushy--about 15 minutes longer than the peppers. Turn frequently with tongs.
Place all of ingredients in a blender and blend on high until liquified. Adjust salt if necessary, or add more onion if you like a lot of onion flavor.
That's it. To cool the burn, drink milk or add a little Hellmann's Mayonesa with Límones.
So, I'm browsing through my emails this morning over my third cup of coffee and I see a website is calling their "stuff" CURATED DECOR. Now, if one recalls, I may have addressed this very word--Curate--in a post late last year about HOARDING. So, I'm definitely onto something. Henceforth, I shan't be called a HOARDER. I am a CURATOR. A Curator of fine yarn, fabric, books, patterns,... and maybe shoes...and maybe Mexican pottery...and, all right, buttons.....(sigh).
This Just IN: Yummy yarn from Bluebonnets and Bluegrass Alpaca Farm in Crestwood, Kentucky. I see some warm socks in your future.........
It is Hay Day at the WP! Marshall County Co-op will be getting a new shipment of BermudaSweet tomorrow morning!
I thought you might enjoy seeing some pictures of MEN (and equipment) AT WORK on the WP!
who are we?
We are avid seamstresses and crafters since the ORIGINAL 1970's, and we're still going strong. We're also yarn, fabric, and pattern hoarders. ("Speak for yourself," protests Alice.) We, ok, I haven't parted with my stash in over 40 years until now. Maybe we'll have something that you just can't live without! Enjoy browsing!
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