After planting the garden, Sylvia came into the house picked up a knife and three plastic bags. I dropped what I was doing, picked up a knife and followed. She was already in full attack mode on the rhubarb patch. I stood outside the fence and took the stalks she harvested, cut off the leaves and bagged the rhubarb stalks. Later, I dropped them in neat piles. We were in the rhythm and soon the cutting was done. It only took a few minutes to dispose of the cut leaves and gather the harvest.
That will make a lot of pie
That, my friend, is what 26 pounds of rhubarb looks like. Earlier, we took 14 pounds from the patch. We are happy and so are a lot of our friends.
Speaking of friends, we think of Rosey and Dale C every time we see the patch and speak a word of thanks with each serving of this wonderful perennial vegetable.
Yesterday’s asparagus harvest went to our neighbor. When Sylvia mentioned that we had some cedar trees she wanted removed, he volunteered to help. Within minutes he was on the scene, chainsaw in hand. Thanks, Hubert.
Yesterday, I left a hint that Sylvia was at work in the garden. What had she started?
Popping in the potatoes
The “trench” on our left was planted to green beans. Onions have been placed along the fence. Sylvia is planting potatoes. Perhaps we can go another year plus without bringing home potatoes from the store. The ones we grow are much better!
Just cut them up so that each piece has at least one eye
Each piece is dropped in a hole and covered. Then you wait . . .
Still going . . .
Butternut squash behind her and jalapeños at her feet, Sylvia keeps going.
She’ll sleep well come night.
The peas have broken through. Lovely spots of green adorn our garden.
Tender shoots come out to greet the sun
Because we have bunnies in the area, and because they have rabbit habits, we have to install fence around the garden. That’s what we did yesterday.
Safely behind the fence.
That was yesterday. This morning, I went to look for Sylvia and found her inside the fence.
Busy, busy, busy
Do you think you can keep up with her? I can’t.
Come back tomorrow. I’ll tell you what she was doing.
On this Memorial Day [observed] our thoughts are on those who served our country. We also salute those who are serving today. Deep heartfelt thanks and God’s blessings to you and to yours.
Barbara and me with our Dad, who was home on leave.
Two of Dad’s brothers and two of Mom’s brothers also served in WWII.
I looked for a picture of our younger son, who retired from the US Air Force after 22 years of active duty. I was unable to find one. I suspect that he doesn’t mind.
Later today, Sylvia returns after a week with her dad. Perhaps she can help me find what I’ve been looking for.
I’m harvesting asparagus twice a day now. Yes, it grows that fast, and I want to get it at its peak.
So far the Saturn sighting project has been shut out by cloudy skies. Looks like I might get a chance later this week.
Feeling encouraged by the warmer air and the fact that Saturn is now at “opposition” (which gives us our best view), I made plans to do some star gazing. Actually, it was planet gazing that I had in mind. It has been years since I’ve had a good look at Saturn’s rings.
Activities started with retrieving my large (10 x 80) binoculars from their case. Then I carefully cleaned the lenses. With tripod and mount it hand, I assembled them all in front of the office widow. It was good to go.
I double checked the online star map and retrieved my own star map for easy reference. Now I only had to wait for darkness.
Around 11 PM, I went out. Some clouds were in the sky. Perhaps they wouldn’t interfere. They did. Clouds thickened. I went to bed.
I’ll try again tonight.
Yesterday, I posted about rhubarb. It is one of two perennial vegetables that we grow in our garden. The other is asparagus.
Doing well and ready to harvest
Our asparagus patch is producing well this year. We’ve enjoyed several meals with it already and more coming soon.
Last evening, I steamed a big batch of it to go with beef and noodles. My was it tasty!
This morning I did a couple of experiments with the unused portion of the harvest. First, I cut off the butt ends and chopped those into short lengths. These I washed, dried and put in the freezer. Later, I’ll add more in the freezer bag. These are destined to end up in soups.
The head ends, I cut to length, blanched and then cooled in ice water. After drying they went onto a tray, which I placed in the freezer. When they are individually frozen, I’ll place them in a freezer bag for storage. (Should be good for up to seven months I’m told.)
As I wrote, these are experiments. The cutting season only lasts six to eight weeks. We may eat it over a longer period if these work. Alternatively, drying and pickling are other options, but I’m not inclined to try either method.
I’ve found an interesting Website for Asparagus Lovers. It has everything you’d like to know about this tasty perennial vegetable.
This PI is round
It was September 2009 when our friend, Lin, wrote: “Is eating pie out of a cup acceptable? Irene had me busting at work this morning, eating leftover pie from yesterday’s birthday celebration out of a cup. Apparently we used all the plates at the party.”
We have all heard of cupcakes, but cup pie? It didn’t take long for me to respond.
Would you eat a pie?
That’s what I’d like to know.
Yes, I’d eat a pie,
I would eat it in the snow.
I would eat it with a pup.
I would eat it in a cup.
I would eat it with a spoon.
I would eat it very soon.
I would eat it in the fall.
I would like it best of all.
So, my friend, please pass the pie.
It is the apple of my eye.
For what it’s worth, my favorite is Sylvia’s rhubarb pie. Just ask Sharkbytes.
Picture from a different day
I looked up from the computer keyboard. Out on the lawn a young doe was moving rapidly across the lawn. She paused just before reaching the driveway. I’ve noticed that all the deer, unless they are in panicked flight, stop at the driveway. They pause and look all around before proceeding. Do you suppose their mothers taught them to look both ways before crossing a road? Hhmmm . . .
She continued her deliberate walk until she reached the neighbor’s fence. There she stopped again. Looked around as a bird landed on a fence post right in front of her. That’s when the moment began. A moment when I felt like this was a Bambi movie.
The bird looked at the deer. The doe looked back. This went on for some time. I almost had the feeling that they were having a conversation. What would they say?
Conversation over, the deer continued along the fence to the low spot. The she bounded over it and continued on her cross-country way.
Sorry I did not have time to open blinds and get the camera. I didn’t want to miss out on the movie.
Our visit with Sharkbytes ended with Sylvia and our guest attending our church’s Mother/Daughter banquet. Sharkbytes was the featured speaker and everyone loved the program.
Ready to hit the trail.
Sylvia observed Mother’s Day with our son and daughter-in-law. Good food and good conversation. It was a most enjoyable day for both of us.
Barbara and Sylvia
On Monday, we were back at the orthopedist’s office. We were in dread after the doctor’s telephone conversation on Friday.
After a round of questions from a nurse, the physician’s assistant came in and showed us the images from the C-T scan as she explained what we were seeing. Obvious signs of healing were evident. The displacement is visible in the images, but should be no hindrance to healing or life thereafter. Sylvia has only one limitation for now, “Don’t lift anything heavy–like a full gallon of milk.”
We left feeling a lot lighter and with hope and optimism in our hearts. Happy campers.
We’ll go back in three weeks to have the cast removed and more X-rays to see how healing is progressing. If necessary, they’ll give her a wrist brace that is secured by Velcro.
Last evening, right on schedule, we heard a knock on the door. It was our friend, Sharkbytes. This evening, she is the featured speaker at our church’s mother/daughter banquet.
Yesterday, Sylvia had harvested sixteen pounds of rhubarb. In the afternoon, with assistance from her part-time helper, Sylvia baked a rhubarb pie. It was not easy, but we did wait to bite into that delightful creation until Sharkey arrived. You can see a picture here.
When last we met, we made a promise to do some music together and that’s what we did.
Just having fun.
Sylvia was supposed to join in on guitar, but the broken wrist has removed that option. She still has her voice and joined in the singing.
We heard from the orthopedist today with results from the C-T scan. Sylvia has a dislocated fracture. We’ll be back in his office on Monday morning. Further diagnostics to follow.
We’re having a fun day. Lots of music, talk and laughter. Life is good.