The little blue house at the end of the road is peaceful this Sunday afternoon. Except for the ticking of too many clocks and an occasional sigh from the little four legged boss of the household, Ms. Tootie Mae, all is well.
Two warm spicy loaves of zucchini bread rest on cooling racks on the countertop. Several boiled eggs nestle in a bowl beside them. I am going to prepared a kale dish and incorporate those incredible edibles.
Steaks are marinating.
What other kind of trouble can I stir up before the table is set?
New potatoes are eying my new saucepan. Jackets on, jackets off, who cares what the first spuds from hills wear to the table. I can peel off a coat in nothing flat and slap on the butter faster.
Paul Baby is always grateful for such simple palatable pleasures. Of course, he detests some vegetables--cucumbers, beets and broccoli, favorites of mine.
Kale is a winner every time, the way Mom prepared it. The green leafy vegetable marry well with crunchy lean bacon, drizzled drippings and large eggs from our barred rocks. I add salt and cracked pepper from the mill. The dish is truly comfort food to enjoy.
Peter Piper loves pickled peppers and I could do without. He is 71 years young and has just recently decided to add raw bell peppers to his diet for the first time in his life. Who knew?
Maybe, one of these days, he will be strumming on the strings of a celery stick or spitting seeds out of a watermelon. At the present, they are not on his list of good eats.
Could be, liver will look good. I love surprises!
We have been watching our weights. Every morning we jump on the scales and look at the little window. Then we move the scales around on the slightly unleveled floor to get the desired reading. I do that. He's not going anywhere weight wise.
This week, Paul will take a few days off from work. I will tell you more about that next week, after the ball is over.
Our eldest daughter, Starla Gail McHugh, of Scottsdale, Ariz., will be back in Indiana the later part of the week.
Our youngest daughter, Lori Ann Patrick of Lakewood, Colorado will be in Brazil, in October, to attend the 30th reunion of the "Class of 1980" of Brazil High School.
The yard work is somewhat less arduous now. Still, there is much to do.
I recently learned from the published studies of the University of Illinois at Urbana- Champaign that planting members of the Aster family will attract a natural predator of the bagworm, ichneumon wasps. They say that they are not the kind that sting you, as most do not have stingers. The tiny members of the wasp family parasitize other insects by laying eggs inside their prey.
Brooklyn Botanic Garden's "Plant and Garden News" suggested planting Shasta daisies. or other flowers of the family, such as the treasure flower, Gazania, a South African native. I would add, place the seeds or starts nearby the area of concern.
This year, it is too late to plant the flowers. We may be forced to spray.
I will remove the eyesores that I can reach and destroy the baglike shelters and bagworms with gloved hands and snips.
Usually, burning the unsightly homespun homes in a small contained fire works for me.
I try to avoid certain pesticides if I encounter a mild infestation of most worms and bugs.
This nature lover doesn't want to harm beneficial insects, birds or animals.
I learned a lot from the old timers about natural remedies to use around the home and garden.
Thanks to the aforementioned study, next year, I will be seeding down some daisies. That is, if I am not pushing up daisies.
Now I am off to read Heloise again to learn what she said about spaying and neutering rabbits. I might even suggest that to my rabbits, given that; they don't seem to want to breed.
Since the pep talk did not work, a threat might. Imagine that.
Keep cool and hydrated.
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