The hell fires of menopause
After spending another sleepless night due to night sweats, seemingly fueled by the eternal fires of hell, I drug my fatigued and sweaty body out of bed to face the day. I turned on the TV to watch the news, and instead, was greeted by a commercial for a menopause supplement. The spokesperson cheerfully told…
WPC: Oooooh, what a face (Australian Shepherd)
How could you NOT fall in love with a face like that?!?! This is our oldest Aussie when she was just a pup. She’s a gentle soul and a faithful companion.
Sausage stuffed peppers recipe
I love Stove Top Stuffing. If I had my choice, it would be considered a main dish. Alas, my family does not agree with me. So, the next best thing is to stuff something with Stove Top. I’ve had this recipe for sausage stuffed peppers since I was married almost 23 years ago and it’s…
Dear Range Rover Driver
Dear Range Rover Driver, Thank you for frantically waving your hands at me and banging your steering wheel while we waited at the red light that clearly stated NO TURN ON RED. I also appreciated you tailgating me while simultaneously texting on your cell phone and trying to shove a hamburger in your mouth. You were…
Planting shallots
Shallots can be planted in the spring or fall. They require a dormant period of about 4 weeks right after planting with temperatures between 32 – 50 degrees. The the cool ground helps the formation of good bulbs. Fall planting should be done 4-6 weeks before the first freeze of the season. Fall planting yields…
WPC: Future (Clydesdales)
Clydesdales are a breed of heavy draft horse that originated in Scotland. They were originally used for heaving hauling in logging and mining camps and as a working farm animal. In the mid-20th century, the Clydesdales went into decline and there were only 80 recorded Clydesdales in England in 1949. In 1975, the breed was…
Wordless Wednesday: old pickup truck
WPC: Landscape (Amish country)
“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Legend of the onion snow
In the dark ages (before the internet), the old timers would use nature’s calendar to know when to plant and harvest. Since they had no such luxury as a seven day forecast, they took cues from their surroundings to predict the weather. If the cows laid down in the field during the day, it meant…
WPC: Half-Light (pronounced ‘lĕh-‘nérd ‘skin-‘nérd)
It’s no secret that I’m a die-hard Lynyrd Skynyrd fan. I may be giving away my age by divulging that I spent my early childhood listening to 8-track tapes of the band. Not even a ruler crack across the knuckles, from Sister Innocenta, could break my devotion. Matter of fact, “Sweet Home Alabama” is my…
The sap is running
In my neck of the woods, February thru April is maple syrup time. During these months, the sap will start to flow only with the perfect mix of temperatures. Somewhere between the icy grip of winter and the warm breezes of early spring. A hundred years ago, the woods would be dotted with wooden or…
Final word
BRAmageddon: The Sequel – A Tale of Two Boobs
After being side-lined for several weeks with every virus and bacteria known to the medical establishment, my first order of business was to continue my quest for a well-fitting bra. Once again, I made the long trip to the mall. Consumed by desperation and a bra with no support, I decided that maybe it was…
WPC: harmony (twitter)
Dozens of cedar waxwings made a playground in the ornamental crabapple tree outside my kitchen window. They twittered away in harmony, bouncing from branch to branch, stopping every so often to pick the small, dried fruit.
The Farmers in the Dell 