And on the ground.
It was a meet cute.
And apparently they hit it off.
She was a foxy lady after all.
A little snuggling.
A few nips behind the ear.
And viola.
A happy couple.
Or not.
What do I know?
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Products worth a second look.
Does anyone need a banana phone?
No.
But buy one and save a gorilla just the same.
A must for Star Wars fanatics.
Yes James, I’m talking to you.
Cake.
On a stick.
Need I say more?
I’m not sure my bar game could possibly be more up, but bottles of gin are definitely my favorite DIY.
While I take umbrage at the horrible people designation (I’ve always thought of myself as just slightly awful) this is one seriously bawdy, provocative, risqué fun party game.
Does it surprise you to know I have all 6 expansion packs?
It shouldn’t.
So if you like raunchy, crude, earthy blue humor?
Give it a try.
Ducks
I have no idea why we have a pair of visiting Mallard ducks this year…
But like all the other critters who venture in….. they’re welcome.
Though the drake’s table manners leave a little to be desired.
Is standing in the dish of deer grain really necessary?
Other times he’s a bit like Caligula.
And eats lying down.
Ducks.
I hope they remember how nice we are to them.
A mother’s love.
It’s fierce.
And when her babies are around?
(Yes, I’m talking about woodchucks…. were you expecting something else?)
When her babies are here….
And her babies are there…
Momma knows no fear.
Take a look at who she chased the other evening.
You go momma chucker!
I am not happy.
At the beginning of the season I bought 2 large pots of various blooming pretties for the big barn porch.
They were gorgeous, and looked like this:
They were absolutely thriving.
And then….
They weren’t.
Today?
Yes, you adorable little devil.
I’m talking to you…
And I am not happy!
I think he likes it.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say my husband likes our new grill.
After a long day of yard work, instead of going inside to take a shower and change….
He sat in front of it, spell bound…. watching our steaks cook through the viewing window.
A man and his grill.
Ah, summer.
Different day…
Different beverage….
Same deer paying absolutely no attention to us when we mow the lawn.
*Rest assured no alcoholic beverages were consumed while operating heavy machinery.
Or light machinery.
Or, Hell…. even the stove now that we bought a new grill.*
Life is good.
You knew it was coming.
The baby woodchucks are everywhere.
Behind the barn, in the rock wall, on the porch, under the deck.
Which means….
They’re going to be saturating my blog for a while.
Because really….
If there’s anything cuter than a mini woodchuck eating apples?
I don’t know if I’d survive it.
Purple haze.
No, not the Hendrix kind.
The Japanese Iris kind.
They don’t last long.
But they sure are pretty while they’re here.
Especially after a rain shower.
At night.
Week 2 supporting our local farmer.
Our second batch of organic veggies from across the street was a nice bonanza.
Red lettuce, spinach, mixed greens, snap peas, zucchini, celeriac, chard, turnip…. and something I couldn’t identify.
Since there was a cornucopia of greens that day, salad was on the dinner menu… and because this was green?
In it went.
Bad idea. Very bad.
It was the bitterest, most noxious thing to ever enter my mouth.
Doing a little research, I discovered it might be a variety of kale.
Curly kale.
No wonder I didn’t like it!
And no surprise it ended up here:
And take my advice, if anyone offers you celeriac?
Run.
It looks like a giant turd….
It’s hard to peel.
And will break your tooth if you’re not careful.
There’s a reason most people throw it out when they grow celery.
And now, I know why.
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