Open For Business

This was the first weekend of pumpkin season. Dan & G did a farmers' market and Grandpa was at a fall festival yesterday. We had people show up in the yard even though the sign wasn't up. Once we got the sign up, it was a pretty steady stream of customers, except between 12 and 3, when the Packers were on. (Side note: They won! Bonus: They beat the Vikings! Trifecta: They are at the top of their division with 4-0! Cherry on top: Favre surpassed Marino's touchdown pass record!) It was a good start ... let's hope for three more like it.

Maike and our porch display

Victoire and Cocoa check things out

Pumpkin patch from the cow pasture

It's All About Timing

When the high school girls have a home swim meet, G has been going to be a timer. She's been having a good time. Tonight some of the older girls she swims with went up against some older girls who attended her school. We didn't get the final scores before we left. Just as well ... she just wanted everyone to do well.

On Lane 1 this week

Night Visitor

Between 1:20 and 3:00 a.m. there was quite a commotion outside our bedroom window. A Great Horned Owl was hoo-hoo-hooing up a storm. At first we thought it had a chicken, because there was screeching as well. But the noise continued along with the hooting, so something else was going on. In researching owl .wav files online this morning, it seems that we either had an adult and a juvenile talking to each other, or a young adult who couldn't make up its mind how to vocalize. Maike and I searched around the trees for pellets or carcasses, but didn't find anything. I'm hoping it's not back tonight.

Bit O'Honey

Dan and Jamie harvested the honey from their hives this weekend (with an assist from G and Becca). It was an interesting experience for all concerned. There must be some impressive mathematical formula to illustrate the amount of time, energy and money they put into this project versus the honey yielded, but I don't know it. But whatever ... it's Darn Good Honey!

The "Bee Team": G, Dan, Jamie & Becca

Anticipation over what they will find

Brushing off bees so they can see what's there

Jamie and G work the extractor to spin honey from the combs

Checking to see what's there

Pouring honey from the extractor into a container

T-Minus Two Weeks and Counting ...

Despite G's annual Nasty Back-to-School Cold, we went and scoped out the upper pumpkin field, where the specialty cucurbits are this year. While at first glance it looks like a weed field because of all the rain, we found Jack Be Littles, pie pumpkins, birdhouse gourds, swan-neck gourds, white pumpkins, butternut squash, turk's turbans and buttercup squash. We found zero Cinderella pumpkins and no Baby Boos that weren't mush. We'll open up the fields this week in preparation for High Pumpkin Season.

There are rewards hidden in the weeds. Fortunately they are mostly velvetleaf and foxtail (which are not skin irritants), not pigweed



G with some of this morning's haul

Comfort Me With Apples

Apple picking season is finally here! The Galas and the Cortlands are just right; the other varieties we've got (Fuji, Empire, Macoun, Granny Smith, Yellow Delicious, Red Delicious and Braeburn) need a little more time. We'll have more than enough for fresh eating this year, so G and I are already dreaming of crisps and cobblers!

Galas ... spotty but delicious

Lots of Fujis to come!

These Cortlands had extremely white flesh and packed some pucker!

Dad on a Hot Tin Roof

Dan's fixing up the chicken house from the top down. I didn't know whether to watch in case he fell, or not watch in case he fell.

But in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a Fiddler on the Roof ...

Target Marketing

They know I have an 11-year-old. That I have a common Jewish surname. And maybe that I'm a sucker for anything in a slick, glossy format. The "Bar/Bat Mitzvah Party Guide" that I got in the mail today had me dreaming of the party that we could throw. Too bad I am not actually Jewish ...

And too bad G doesn't have a Hispanic surname ... maybe we could get a quinceañera planner in a few years!

First Day of Sixth Grade

Unexpected Resident

The hummingbird garden is overrun with weeds from all the rain. I was removing big stalks of lamb's-quarters when I came across this spider. I only damaged the web a little, and I'm just going to let it and the weeds be for now.

Looked to be one of Aragog's spawn (click to enlarge)

Web/spider made obvious

Dinner & Dominoes

Dan's cousin Maureen was here staying with Uncle Fred and Aunt Joan for a few days. We spent a lot of time playing Aunt Joan's favorite, Mexican train dominoes, at which Maureen was a natural. Last night Maureen made a multi-course New Mexican dinner. Everything was amazing, but my favorites were calabacitas and bizcochitos, the official state cookie.

Maureen and G making tortillas

The gang playing Mexican train dominoes. (Vanity Fair says it has replaced poker as the "in" game in Hollywood. Aunt Joan is a trendsetter!)

Off to College

This was going to be an entry about four special people. (That would be “special” in a “Mr. Rogers-says-you-are-the-only-you” way, not in the “eats-paste-and-blurts-inappropriate-comments” sense … hmmm, maybe the latter does apply to one of them …) It was going to have pictures and sentimental observations about each of them. But then I realized that would be too cringe-inducing …

So I’ll just say that as they head off to their respective college campuses this year, I don’t have quite the same lump in my throat that I have in the past few years. It is so exciting to watch their “becoming.” They help make me view my own kid’s growing out of childhood with joyfulness, instead of sadness that my Poohtie Pie is disappearing. Here's hoping my four special people have a good year!

(Identities obscured to protect the innocent)

Yes, We've Had a Bit of Rain

Thanks to everyone who's checked in to make sure we're not building an ark! It's been raining here for about two weeks, and until the other day I wasn't too concerned, because we're up on a hill. But on Wednesday we had a storm, the likes of which we haven't had in a while. It had very strong winds, and we got about 2.5 inches of rain in a 30-minute period. It's still raining, but we're hoping it ends this weekend.

The ground was so saturated and the winds so forceful that this tree came up by the roots and toppled over, blocking the driveway (but -- whew! -- missing the satellite dish!)

How They've Grown

The hen who hatched out the eggs while we were on vacation still has six chicks. They are getting really big, and they're still pretty cute. Three from the batch of four from earlier in the summer have made it, despite some keen interest by a red-tailed hawk, and are traveling together, but without their mama hen.

These chicks are mostly black, with the exception of one that has a yellowish face and underside

It's hard to see these scrawny things racing around and not "see" dinosaurs

You Fill Out My Census ...

... like the mountains in Fresno ...

(Actually this isn't an entry about mondegreens, but since it's kind of an entry about John Denver, I couldn't help using the lyrics to "Annie's Song" as heard by two friends from high school.)

G and I whizzed past this sign on our way to lunch yesterday, and she reminded me about the first time I saw it. My BIL Bill happened to be in the car at the time, and there may have been some *commentary* about it.

Fast-forward almost a year: Bill and I are in Central Park with Simon and G. We sit on a park bench. All the benches in Central Park are donated by someone in honor of someone else or something. Any guesses who the bench is in memory of?

At the time I Googled "Friends of John Denver" and found a list of sites dedicated to his memory. Unfortunately I couldn't find it this morning, or I'd be posting the link.

Needless to say, there are hundreds or even thousands of people out there doing good works in the name of John Denver. If I run across any others, I will be posting pictures of them. And if any of you readers encounter one, I'd sure appreciate photographic evidence, which I will happily post with credit!

Ladies Who Lunch

Since my college friend/roommate Patti is visiting family in northern Illinois, G and I met her for lunch yesterday. Patti is the headmistress at a middle school, so I got some good info about what to expect from my sixth grader this year. We also caught up on Hoya gossip, even though neither of us attended our 25th* in June.

I think we look pretty darn good, especially compared to the online photos of our fellow Hoyas at the 25th* reunion!

*N.B.: Originally said 30th. As Marcia so rightly points out, it was our 25th reunion. But we still look great, even if we aren't 52!!!

The Wall

It ain't Fenway, but it's big and green!

Chick, Chick, Chick!

While we were away, another hen hatched out 6 chicks. She has them on a little route that takes them around the yard in search of bugs. They make quite a racket, but they are adorable.

Togetherness

Since we've gotten back from our trip, Luna has not let us out of her sight if she can help it. She even put up with the smell of nail polish when G was giving me a pedicure. Normally she'd have vacated the room at the first whiff of lacquer.

We couldn't believe Luna stuck around, let alone this closely!

Bighorn National Forest, Wyoming

The rangers at Shell Creek highly recommended visiting the Medicine Wheel on 14A, so we backtracked to make the trip. Once we got there, it was a mile-and-a-half hike up the mountain to the site. Depending on which one of us you ask, it either was or wasn't worth it!

Being more than 9,000 feet above sea level, on the way we passed pockets of snow and wildflowers

On the trail to the Medicine Wheel, it looked as if we could touch the clouds if we hiked up the mountain face

It is not known who built the Medicine Wheel. The stories from Plains Indian tribes refer to it as having been there when they arrived

Native American groups still view the Medicine Wheel as a sacred place

Amazing view of the valley below

Big Horn Mountains, Wyoming

U.S. 14 is another Wyoming Scenic Byway. We stopped at Shell Creek (along with a slew of Sturgis riders) and found the rangers there to be extremely enthusiastic.

Shell Creek Falls

Shell Creek

Chief Joseph Scenic Byway, Wyoming

Highway 296, which runs between Cooke City, Montana, and Cody, Wyoming, isn't called "scenic" for nothing. Just about every vista was breathtaking, including this gorge, but in a very different way! We stopped at the overlook after we'd crossed the bridge ... if you look up "Holy $#*%" in the dictionary, I'm sure there's a picture of this gorge!

The unanimous consensus was that it was a good thing we hadn't looked before we went over the bridge, or we'd still be there!

From the bridge. It doesn't begin to do justice to the incredible drop

Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming

We spent a day in Yellowstone, trying to hit all the places we missed last year.

Moose Falls

West Thumb

Biscuit Basin. Despite the blue sky you see, it was hailing and there was a cold wind. The heat coming off the thermals felt awesome

Lower Terrace, Mammoth Hot Springs


Petrified Tree outside of Tower-Roosevelt

Lamar Valley. There were hundreds of bison, many of which were on the road

Colter Bay Cabins, Grand Teton National Park

After a week of sketchy plumbing and outdoor water pumps, we began the lodging portion of our trip. In addition to campsites and tent cabins, Colter Bay has cabins of various sizes, many original structures brought in from area ranches. We were quite happy to check in. Dan & G graciously let me take the first shower. We all needed one ... our clothes could have stood up by themselves!

Cabin 612

A bed with clean white sheets!

Hot running water!