Our daughter Starla and her husband, Bruce May visited us last Thursday evening. Our grandsons, Michael Risk and wife, Kayleigh, Dan Risk and his fiancÚ, Amber Schwartzkopf and our granddaughter, Lindsay Terry visited also.
They ate dinner earlier and elsewhere, but pie requests made days before were honored by yours truly.
I baked three cream pies -- butterscotch, chocolate and a raisin cream crowd pleaser. The family members were treated to some rich peanut butter cookies that I thought some might enjoy.
I was a little worried that the raisin cream would not gain anyone's favor, but later, when I gathered up the empty pans; I laid my doubts to rest.
Michael remarked, "When we come to Grandma's little blue house at the end of the road we forget all about diets!" I liked that and the gapped-toothed grins are proof.
Starla and Bruce will fly back to their home in Scottsdale, Ariz., tomorrow. According to the folks at Weather Channel; storm related problems might hamper their air travel.
The Mays will be back in Indiana, in the month of May, to attend Dan's graduation ceremony from Ball State, in Muncie.
Dan and Amber will be married at the Messiah Lutheran Church, in Brownsburg, in June.
Paul Baby will don a tuxedo again. I will be wearing comfortable shoes and a pretty pastel dress, below my knees. The "kitchen maiden caps" might have grass stains on them.
Lori Ann's eldest daughter, Alexis Cory will marry the love of her life, Joe Dagostino in August, in Boston.
The next to eldest of Lori's daughters, Sarah Peace and her husband, Jeremy Peace, of Terre Haute are expecting their third child in August. Leland and Cadin will have a baby sister.
Grandma sure does love and admire her bunch.
No one tried to pull an April Fool's joke on me. I reckon they figured it out; I know most pranks and jokes that they might offer- up, to honor the day. I came from a long line of fun-loving folks.
This afternoon Paul and I decided to finish a tree cutting job that we started last year. The old mulberry at the homestead had been ailing and sprawled out on its death bed long enough. Still, the wood is partially green.
The wind hampered the progress of further cleanup associated with the ice- storm. Some limbs high in the oak trees that were damaged by ice and wind are still lodged in other branches, waiting to fall. We decided to wait for a better day.
We heard several shots fired in the woods, a short distance from where we worked. Stored knowledge about gun usage told us that someone was target practicing, not aiming at us or folks visiting Restlawn, nearby.
I am looking forward to my garden. Grocery prices are escalating. Everything that I can grow in my garden is one less produce item in my grocery cart.
I know the fruits and vegetables grown in my small orchard and nice garden spot will be fresh and disease free, handled by me, all the way to the table. Nothing will be wasted.
Usually I plan to make a smooth transition from one growing season to another, therefore; I always have a ready supply of bounty on hand.
Dad was an avid gardener. My knowledge could never be compared to his, but; I admire him for all that he handed down to me, in that regard.
Paul is a good gardener. Paul was reared by farm families during much of his youth. He planted many crops.
He helps as much as his busy schedule will allow.
Last year's garden was great. That has not been the case in years past. So much can happen to them. One year deer and other foragers ruined my work. Another year, too much rain and flooding ruined a large portion of the garden, well before the plants matured.
One planting season a thief of the human kind stole my plants. Imagine that.
Hopefully, I will be able to continue my quest for the "perfect garden" again this year and more thereafter. Of course if it isn't perfect that's ok too. Neither am I.
I can be reached by phone at 812-446-4852 or by email at email@example.com.