My husband, FD, announced last night that he and his friend Hoot would not be working on the cabin this weekend. In my last post, “How I Lost My Husband to An Old Wooden River Bridge”, I lamented a little about spending so many weekends alone over the past year, while FD and Hoot worked … More The Untimely Arrival of the Honey Wagon…
Just as the Oklahoma heat set in a few weeks back, I noticed the potato bugs were attacking my garden in full force. This has certainly been a year of pestilence, and I have fought insects of all sorts on nearly every vegetable I planted this season. Despite using an all-natural product along with diatomaceous … More Harvesting the Potato Crop… with “help” from Daisy Deer!
A typical morning this time of year finds me donning a heavy jacket, muck boots, and a pair of work gloves, heading out in search of browse for Daisy and Holly. Yesterday I felt a little more urgency to gather a stockpile of plant life from the woods and weeds from my strawberry patch. The … More In Search of Deer Browse and Other Good Eats
I never was a sweet potato fan. It was not a staple for our family while I was growing up. Mom dedicated a good portion of the huge family garden to raising white potatoes, which were consumed as “new” taters and not cured for winter. Our winter stock of potatoes came from Western Nebraska. Each … More Super Colossal Sweet Potatoes
I am often humbled by the labor of love FD’s Grandmother bestowed on this place. Hundreds of iris, daffodil and amaryllis bulbs planted by hand, to welcome spring with a spectacular display of color. Shrubs and trees grace the yard in varied heights and widths, like dancing ladies dressed in gowns of the finest, most … More Graceful Lady of Spring