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Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Out Like A Lion

49 and wet,wet, wet after a night of rain. Cold, cloudy and drizzly all day.

And so ends March, and she's going out in a huff, all right. Temperatures will drop tonight, and tomorrow night will be in the low 20's. There goes the cherry, pear, and peach blossoms. And a lot of other things just now poking their heads above ground. What had been a glorious spring is going to be ruined tomorrow.

Ah me. Fickle, fickle March. I had high hopes for a perfect Spring, but really, when does that ever happen? Especially here in the upper Ohio Valley, where we are often in the path of whatever blows down from Ontario and the Great Lakes. There is even a chance for snow in the morning. Yuck.

Normally I'd be working to protect everything, and picking bouquets for the house, but I'll be away for a few days so there's no use to try at this point.

Onward and upward. This too shall pass, and then we begin again, right? Stay warm, friends.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Impressions

43 and sunny, quicky warming up. 

This morning a small car made its way across our ridge. The exhaust was loud for such a small car; Larry said it sounded like the "cherry bomb" exhausts people used to put on cars in the 60's and 70's. I remember those, noisy buzzy-sounding things. 

Which got me to thinking about impressions. We humans seem to like to impress each other, one way or another. Loud exhausts, trucks jacked up a mile high, bumper stickers proclaiming everything from peace to war as if the drivers were trying to shout their personal beliefs to everyone they pass. Stick people decals to denote family size, wild paint jobs--our automobiles become statement pieces.

Then there's hair. Yesterday we saw two women with flaming pink-red hair; another with rainbow hair, a guy with all the hair shaved off one side of his head, another with a man-bun. Hair style, hair color, or no hair at all--statements to our individuality. Make-up too--most women wear it, and some are real artists with its application, but there is the extreme element here as well, and even some guys get into that. 

I could go into tattoos, but you know what I mean. All this effort makes me wonder why so many try so hard to stand out, to be different in appearance or impression, to announce their style and beliefs so blatantly so that we can hardly miss them. Sure, for many it's simply personal preference--they like their hair cut a certain way, or see their tatts as art. Which many are, actually. 

But still. Can anyone really enjoy it when their car sounds like a buzz saw? Or is it that they just enjoy making people stare, jump, frown, cover their ears? Anything to get a reaction. I'm not tryig to be judgmental here, but human behavior interests me, particular the many ways we try to impress each other.

When I look at the rest of the animal world, I don't see anything like this behavior. Sure, the males have their mating routines that can be pretty flamboyant, but I don't see them plucking out their feathers or fur, or dipping them in mud or something to be a different color. They simply are what they are.

I admit I've never felt the urge to be the peacock in the chicken yard. My makeup and hair styling is minimal at best, my style of dress is way behind any fashion trends, and my van is identical to thousands of others of the same make and color. I have no tattoos and never wanted hair any color other than what it is naturally. Even when storytelling I didn't wear costumes; I might dress just nough differently from the audience to make it clear I was the performer, but even that made me uncomfortable if I had to go somewhere else in my "storytelling clothes." I guess I am the opposite extreme of what I'm talking about, the one who prefers to be camoflaged in a crowd. 

Different strokes for different folks, right? Maybe the world would be a duller place if everyone tried to fade into the woodwork. And those of us who write, well, we choose this medium to express ourselves, so maybe it's the same thing as having red-red hair, or a radical car? 

Humans. We are certainly an interesting and baffling group, are we not?

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Monday, March 29, 2021

Ruminations

43 this morning with bright sunshine. Big storm blew through yesterday, lots of wind and rain.

Random thoughts today. 



*Why this children's picture book? Well, that big ship in the Suez Canal--did you see the photos of the tiny excavator trying to get it loose? 


And in the "Global is Local" category, my grandson's Navy ship was to go through the canal, and might have been held up by this massive problem, but fortunately they hadn't quite got there, so all is well. He's on his way home after about 9 months at sea and I know he must be anxious to see his wife--they were married only 6 months when he was deployed.

*It is amazing what people get into after retirement. We got into furniture flipping and booths in antique malls. My cousin and his wife got into whitewater rafting, fishing, then most recently stained glass and boat-building. A neighbor got into farming on his homeplace. Another friend took up knitting, and yet another became president of the local library board, joined a quilting guild, and became more active in a local theatrical company. So if you're considering retiring but are afraid you might not have anything to do, don't let that worry you. I am betting you will find yourself busier than you've ever been in your life.



*It's the time of the tiny flowers. Coltsfoot, 




spring beauties,

 

bluets, 


violets, shepherd's purse, chickweed, wood anemones and so many more are showing their shy faces. Yellows, blues, and whites reign supreme right now, and soon pink will be added with redbuds, Deptford pinks, and wild phlox. The flowers of summer are big and showy--the many varieties of sunflowers, daylilies, wild roses, but right now it's the tiny ones that catch our eyes, and our hearts.


*I used to listen with amusement and some boredom when older people discussed their health and their medications. But here I am, doing just that with my friends and sisters and find it quite interesting, actually. How differently we see things when it's personal.

*Larry and I were discussing how old we feel--like, what age do we feel like we are? We both said we feel like we're 50, with just a few additional aches and pains. When I retired, at 60, I felt 60. But now, 10 years later, I feel younger than I did back then. More sleep, moving at my own pace, and less stress have made a lot of difference to my health. Another benefit of retirement.

*If you haven't tried it, do make that Chocolate Zucchini Bread I posted here a while back. I promise you, it's incredible. Like a good rich brownie. Put ice cream on it for a real treat.


*We spent several hours today trying to find brown mulch. Everyplace was out of it, until one place where we had to pay a dollar a bag more for a more expensive brand. All this spring the story has been the same. There's plenty of black and red mulch available, but not the brown, which is, of course, the most popular color, at least around here. So why don't the stores order twice as much of it, and less of the others? It's the same story every year.

Enough randomness for one day!

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Sunday, March 28, 2021

Booth Update: Riverbend

53 this morning, raining and high winds. A good day to be indoors.

Yesterday was a lovely day. We were so happy to have some friends come for a long visit. It's been so long since I cooked for anyone but us, and I did so enjoy it. I've been cleaning and cleaning recently so the house looked nice, and I was glad of a chance to just sit and talk. How we took for granted such pleasures before last year! I made pasta salad, deviled eggs, and my favorite chocolate zuccini bread, along with crudites and a cheese and cracker tray. We sat on the porch and talked, came inside and talked while I finished up preparations, sat and ate and talked, then just stayed at the table and talked some more. It was just wonderful. Today I have been a slug, mostly resting although I did do some eBay listings. The week ahead will be busy enough, so I am enjoying this respite.

We have been restocking our booths at our Ravenswood location almost every Friday, and our efforts have certainly paid off in sales. Here are some of the changes this week, and a few from last week.
This week we brought in the little race car. The tractor was brought in last week. 


I call this the toy shelf, although there are other things on it too. The blue cart was added this week.

We sold a mirror that had been in this spot, so I added some shelves in its place.

We got this nightstand on an online auction. For a change, it needed no work at all, a real blessing.


The bread box is new this week. I need to do some re-arranging in this corner soon.


Plenty of Pyrex for the collectors. This week's addition was the large casserole on the top shelf.

Another mirror sold from this spot, so I put in bins of linens. I have such a stockpile that I've priced these very cheaply just to move them along. Let's hope it works.


The punch bowl belonged to my son. He no longer wanted it, so to the booth it goes.


Did I show this shelf of canisters last week? All were recent finds. So tempted to keep them all.


Cookbooks and a feedsack-covered stool were also recent finds.


Toolboxes seem to be popular in some places but I have a hard time selling them. I really like the wood one, an old carpenter's toolbox.

We were in Marietta as well last week but made no major changes, just keeping everything tidy and re-arranged a little.

Tomorrow, maybe I'll get my little greenhouse up. That was the plan for today but the high winds convinced us to wait. We shall see what tomorrow brings.

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Thursday, March 25, 2021

Gardens Again

60 and overcast, showers predicted. I hope it does rain, we need it.

I guess this is the time of year when gardens take over my mind. We've been mulching every evening this week and are about half done. I'm spring-cleaning in the house, and I suppose you could say we're doing the same outside as we clean up gardens, mulch, and so on. 

There are other things going on in the gardens besides daffodils. They are certainly the star of the show right now, but there are other promising signs of spring too.

Like these hellebores I transplanted last week. Also known as Lenten Roses and Christmas Roses for their tendency to bloom even in cold weather. These were a gift from a friend, and have really made me happy.


My remaining forsythia is outdoing itself again. There are actually a lot of small bushes surrounding the original one, and I am thinking of trying to transplant them in the fall to make a hedge.


Perwinkle, called graveyard vine here because it is so often found in cemeteries, has begun blooming too.

I do enjoy its pretty little blue faces. All too soon I will be battling the gill-over-the-ground vine that overtakes this part of the garden, but for now the periwinkle is queen.

I planted multiplier onions last fall and they are doing well so far. These have another name too--potato onions. And come to think of it, they're also called top-setting onions because they bear small seedheads of sets that can be planted to make more onions. I had these years ago but eventually neglected the patch and they died out. The nice thing about these onions is that they provide the gardener with sets, so no need to buy them every year. They also lived through the winter so we had green onions all winter long. I am hoping to expand the patch this year and have a good bed of them for the future.


In the low block retaining wall I planted chives, parsley, and chamomile last year. Almost all of the plants survived the winter and are doing well.

This was a surprise--chrysanthemums that over-wintered in my planters. These were small, one-dollar plants that I stuck in for fall color, never expecting them to survive, and mums seldom ever make it through winter in my gardens. But here they are. Now, what to do with them is the question. I will want some bright flowers in these planters soon, so the mums will be transplanted to...where? Still figuring that out.


And another over-wintering plant in the planters, that was not supposed to survive under 50 degrees. I wish I could remember its name. It had dark green foliage, and a large, trumpet-like red flower, just stunning. I am very happy to have it back again this year, whatever it is.




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Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Still Here

43 this morning light overcast and a hazy day.

I'm still here, just busy as the days get longer and there is so much work to be done to get ready for spring.

The daffodils are in fine form this year, such a beautiful display. Last year we had them in bloom the entire month of March, but this year I think they will not last as long since they came out later, and the days are warmer than last year at this time.





These are volunteers on the edge of the woods. Daffodils spread easily here.



The daffoduls in the distance on the left are all that remains of my once huge, long flowerbed along that edge of the yard. 

Little mini-daffodils seem to have planted themselves in this garden, not a bit intimidated by the larger cousins close by.

I'll have to post a few more garden photos soon. Things are slowly coming around. I'm annoyed at a sudden invasion of heal-all, which has all but taken over some of my flowerbeds. I wonder if the seeds were in the mulch we put down last year? I'm trying to string-trim our what I can, but a lot will have to be pulled by hand. Bummer. It's a shame because it is a pretty plant--just wish there weren't so much of it.

The last two days were spent cleaning up the workroom. We made some hard decisions about what we could keep and what had to go. Some things I bought early on in this business were just plain bad ideas, and we've cleared out the things that are not worth our time and effort to repair. Hard decisions, in some cases, but it was worth the effort. We still have plenty. To someone not in this business it would seem like we still have too much, but it's necessary to keep a good variety of stock to replenish as needed. We actually have less than most dealers, but I do not plan to become one of those with buildings and barns full. It was dusty work, but the result pleases us, and makes me feel like getting out there to paint again.

A visit to the posiatrist took up my morning. What a blessing it is to find a doctor who takes all the time needed to thoroughly discuss my issues and devise a plan to move forward. My right foot has problems--a Morton's neuroma and arthritis, basically, that make walking and standing pretty painful at times. While he can't offer an instant cure, there are some things I can do that will alleviate the discomfort. All part of getting older, I suppose, and I'm lucky that most of my health issues are fairly simple things.

The recent shootings leave me horrified and saddened. What is wrong with people who do these things? What satisfaction can they get from hurting people they don't even know? I have not been following the news much lately while I've been so busy, and then when I come back to listen, this is what I hear. It's beyond depressing. 

All any of us can do is go on with our lives, treat others as kindly as we want to be treated ourselves, and pray that our country will somehow heal itself.


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Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Garden Time

50 this morning, a beautiful day.

I couldn't wait to get outside. We had 10 bags of mulch in the van, and a bunch of plants from a friend to get in the ground.

I believe it is time to end my Covid Journal, as now that we are vaccinated and more and more people are the same, the world seems to be tentatively getting back to a semblance of what once was. So, exactly one year later, I can say goodbye--I think--to my Covid blog title.

Yesterday was a fun day. A friend invited me down to get some lenton roses from her garden, and I was so excited because I've wanted some of these early blooming flowers for years. Lynne used to have a landscaping business, so I knew her gardens would be interesting. I wasn't wrong.

We spent a pleasant hour or so walking and talking about her gardens, and just getting to know each other better. We'd only met once or twice in person, but have been Facebook friends for several years. I tried to absorb all I could as she discussed her plants, why one here and another there, but I really wish I'd taken notes. And my camera. I was so fascinated just listening that I didn't even thing to take photos.

But no matter. We had a great time, and our husbands, both Vietnam vets, had plenty to talk about too. It was our first real visit with friends since the shutdown, and it felt good.

So today I had to get those plants in the ground. I came home with the lenten roses, a couple of hydrangeas, and some monk's hood. I had to prepare some new planting area for them--I know I don't do that right. There were weedy vines in the area where I planted so I scraped them off the top of the dirt, dug it up and planted. I bet anything those vines will be right back. Surely there is a way to rid an area of pest plants? But whatever, my plants are in the ground and mulched, and they look so pretty. 



I was happy to be able to water them with the new hose bib Larry put in a few weeks ago too. Last year I had nowhere close to get water to my flower gardens, and it made for a lot more work.

My bulbs are coming up and blooming now, such a pleasure to see. I am finding new ones everywhere, in places I am sure I never planted them. Help from birds, or squirrels, maybe? Like these miniature daffodils.


I know I planted these crocus though.


But this lone daffodil? I don't plant just one bulb when I plant.


The forsythia is just about ready to burst into flower.


Another patch I know I did not plant, up by the cellarhouse. I do have this variety but didn't put them up there.

We ended this busy day at the firepit, a perfect end to a perfect Spring day. Now I am smoky as well as grubby, so it's off to the shower with me.

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Covid Journal, Day 365: Lettuce Not Be Afraid


“Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, Swollen with sap put forth their shoots; Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane; Birds sing and pair again.” -Christina Rossetti

A friend posted this bit of a Christina Rossetti poem the other day, and I thought how well it speaks to what is happening in the natural world right now. I am thankful that the temperatures are staying on the cool side and keeping the fruit trees from bursting into bloom, but everywhere the spring bulbs and wildflowers are pushing up so fast it's almost as if we can see them grow as we watch. 

2012 garden photo from this blog

Lettuce, for example. Plant it one day, and within just a couple days the seeds have already sprouted. There is such hope in that, isn't there? Here we are, at the exact spot where one year ago Larry and I were finally stocked up and ready to lock down for as long as it took for the virus to be contained. Who knew then that a year later things would finally begin to look up? That we would be planting lettuce again before we felt safe enough to visit with friends, and do a little traveling? That we would see so many friends, even those taking precautions asrequired, still be stricken with the dreaded disease? 

But still, here we are, and it is Spring, and the world is beginning to be born again. What an amazing thing.

And in my usual wandering way of thinking about all of this, I wondered, are there any superstitions about lettuce, the earliest harbinger of all in the veggie garden? Did people attach some mystical beliefs to Bibb and Black-Seeded Simpson? So I went looking, and here is what I learned.




First, if you happen to be of child-bearing age, you might not want to eat lettuce, according to an old British belief of the 18th century--and if you were a man, it could supposedly make you sterile. So, there's that. But then, another superstition allowed that eating lettuce would arouse feelings of love. Perhaps that bit of green stuck on your teeth made you oh so appealing? And then yet another herbal of long ago suggested that a young woman who ate lettuce, and fed some to her husband would be much more likely to have children. Seems that the sages of the time did not agree, which must have been most confusing all around.

Another nice trait of lettuce is that it could dampen the effects of a bit too much wine. So salad and a glass of wine might be just the thing. The Romans thought so, apparently, and served lettuce for that purpose. The Romans also used lettuce frequently in love potions and love charms. I wonder if this was because lettuce seemed to symbolize freshness and simplicity?




From the webiste NationsOnline comes this Chinese superstition about lettuce: 
Lettuce (生菜; shēngcài) - prosperity
lettuce roll, food being rolled into lettuce - having a child soon

And there is the thing about having babies again. China and Britain, both having a similar superstition is certainly interesting.

I found this belief fascinating. I had no idea that cyclists had many rituals, like baseball players and others into sports. But lettuce? From the website Bicycling: "...once upon a time, teams wouldn’t let their riders eat salad, because they thought it made them too sleepy. It took Shelley years to find out the source of the Old Wives’ Tale: chickens. Apparently farmers noticed that chickens get lethargic when fed lettuce, an observation that trickled into the sport via farm-raised mechanics, soigneurs, and directors. So to keep the riders sharp and at their best, teams spent decades preventing them from eating salads before a race or training ride.




"...Believe it or not, there’s actually some science to support this one. Lettuce contains a sedative-like chemical called lactucin. It has a mild calming and pain-relieving effect that’s similar to some opioids. That said, it’s not enough for you to worry about. Feel free to eat your greens—even before a ride."  

From New Orleans comes this advice: don't plant your lettuce on Good Friday. It won't grow.

Farms.com has this to say about planting: "Farmers should seed lettuce, spinach and cabbage when lilacs show their first leaves or daffodils begin to bloom." 

And this from the Iowa Extension Services: "the best lettuce you will harvest is the crop that is planted before the last snow fall. In this case when to plant is strictly a guessing game." Some of my neighbors told me that clover should be sown on top of the last snow, so that the melting snow will carry the seed into the ground. And that the snow supposedly had nitrogen in it, which was good for the seed too. Have you ever heard this? Perhaps that is the same thinking applied to planting lettuce?


Ancient, and some current, herbalists also used wild lettuce to treat insomnia and headaches, among other minor ailments.



Some Sources:
The Encyclopedia of Superstitions by Edwin Radford, Mona Augusta Radford

and bits and pieces from here and there.

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Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Covid Journal, Day 363 : Junkin'

40 and showers, which cleared off quickly. Rain yesterday evening after a very chilly day.


I planted out a few pansies and some bulbs ---Wal-Mart has started bulbs of all kinds for 1.00 each. So I sprang for a couple hyacinths.

We were on the road yesterday, picking up items around Columbus, Ohio for our booths. It was a full, busy day, and we came home with a vanload, including this cute little riding toy. 


And this pantry cupboard, which will need some paint:


There was also a beautiful oak dresser with glass knobs that I don't have a photo of yet, a stool with feedsack covered cushion, 





a white wicker lamp. I actually have a wicker shade for it. How amazing is that.






There was also a large mirror, a sofa table, 

and a lot of small items we picked up at thrift stores along the way. Plenty of work ahead but all good work.

So tomorrow will be sorting, pricing, and planning what to work on when. 

It was a good day. Today we will be going to a fully vaccinated friend's house to pick up some Lenten Rose seedlings, and I am excited about that. I have always wanted these plants, but never managed to get any. So today is my lucky day. 

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