Is It Worth It?

We started our morning early. Sleeping on the back deck allows  the sun for a face to face wake-up but it is absolutely a beautiful way to greet the day.  Coffee, breakfast, relax and discuss what is on "the agenda"  for the day.  Rainbow Swiss Chard for sure.  It is ready to harvest and get to the freezer.  From picking, triple washing, cutting, blanching, cold water rinse and into the qt. bags was 1 1/2 hours.  Not bad and not a messy job.

Rainbow Swiss Chard, beautiful!

Ready for the freezer.

 Of course I take a spin around the garden to check progress on what is next for the picking.  Green beans are winning, they are skinny little inch long beans but give them 3-4 days and we will be up to our elbows in canning beans.  The nice thing about doing beans is cutting them for the canner.  This is when we pick for an hour and get to set on the back deck for an hour cutting, relaxing, enjoying the view and talking about whatever comes to mind.  Usually we talk of past vacations or things we remember from the past.  Even hey, remember so and so, I wonder what ever became of them.  Small talk with no particular value.

When you're 6'1" that is a long way down to pick.

There is still a lot of picking and digging for the next 2 months.

We have been asked a few times "is it worth it"?  The question is referring to our garden.  They are referring to the time and work involved plus the cost of seeds, canning jars, freezer bags, etc.  To us it is more than worth it.  The best reward is on cold, blustery winter days when I wonder what's for supper I can always come up with a hearty meal by just going to the freezer or canned goods.  It can be used in stews and soups or a side to a meal.  If unexpected visitors I always have a variety to pick from.  Then going to the grocery store is easier, just meat, dairy and fresh lettuce, cabbage, fruits and cleaning supplies.  No canned isle for me.  Another benefit to our garden is knowing where it came from, how it was handled and who touched it.  No pesticides for our garden and good old fashion fertilizer, remember chickens and horses make great fertilizer.

Here is probably one of the most important benefits to our garden.  Exercise, you know, use it or lose it.  It takes about a week in the spring to get our aches and pains worked through.  Heck we will even laugh about how sore and miserable we feel.  Morning is like, "I don't think I can get out of bed".  All worth it, we wouldn't have it any other way.  Real work verses going to the Wellness Center in the winter is no contest.  Real work will out match the machines and tread mills any day.  The Wellness Center serves for winter days we can't get outside and "move it".  Anything is better than nothing.

So is it worth it?  For us yes, for others probably not.  Getting dirty and time revolving around harvest is not for every one.  We are all different, after all we all make the world what it is.

I can't go to the garden without saying hello to the chickens and peeps.  Mama Silky was teaching the little ones to play follow the leader.  She would hop up on the tractor, give a cluck and up they would jump.  Rogue was the last to follow her command.

Come on peeps you can do it!

Yes they can!

Fresh Air and Comfort

This is our summer bedroom with a view and clean fresh air.  We have a queen size air mattress, two sleeping bags and if needed a down comforter and an extra blanket.  Last night at a 50 degree temperature we used the extras.  I love sleeping in the wide open spaces.  Especially when I get woke from a sound sleep to tell me to look at the moon shining through the trees.  It was beautiful   What I like about sleeping outside is pure peace and quiet, relaxation so good that it only takes minutes to fall asleep.  For some reason daily worries, aches and pains do not exist out there for me.

If you don't know I will tell you that the husband and I camped in a tent for 4 weeks around the perimeter of the USA 4 years ago.  We had the air mattress, electric coffee pot and electric fry pan for luxury.  The best part, Dick likes to get up early and made coffee and breakfast while I slept in.   It was awesome, so much so we are planning another camping trip next year to Colorado, Utah, northern California, Oregon and Washington.   We will do some repeat states but the West Coast is like no other!   In Jackson Hole, WY and Lassen Volcanic National Park the temps dropped to the low 30's at night.  Daytime temps were high 70's.  This trip is when I fell in love with tenting.  Prior to this tenting trip we decided to tent with the Harley.  Three trips, two in southeaster PA and one in W.V.  No thank you, it's no fun without an air mattress, fluffy pillows and all the little extras.  Did it and never want to again.  They were fun and quite the adventure that gives us some good memories and laughs.

I usually don't have problems sleeping and if I do I stay in bed.  No getting up to crochet, knit, read or quilt and especially no Internet.  All of those things would just set my mind in fast gear.  I guess I could have been a pioneer with my likes and dislikes.....NO that is a joke, I could not take the hardships and hard work.  I like my quiet,  sometimes too much to do life.

Next week starts the garden canning which I will be blogging about.  Green beans will be the first to harvest.  Out comes the pressure canner with how to and pictures as I go.  Stay tuned!

Remember "Pass it On" what ever you have to offer.

The Butter Crunch

Well we had one mess of Butter Crunch Lettuce the other night and it was so tender with a mild delicate flavor.  Nothing bitter about it.  In fact it must be very tasty.  When I went to the garden tonight instead of beautiful full leaves in a circular pattern it looked like long skinny shreds of leaf veins!   My lovely hens ate the entire row.  I must say I was shell shocked and it took me a few seconds to realize what happened.  Smart girls they just took the prime part of the leaves.  I know I should be mad but I can't, not when the hens give me beautiful eggs everyday.  They deserve the best and if it's Butter Crunch then so be it.  I did get the spinach leaves picked and in the freezer Monday.  Probably a good thing, they may take a liking to spinach too.  Tomorrow we will pick the rainbow swiss chard for the freezer.  I have to it is next to the lettuce!
We were in a little bit (ok, quite a bit) of a panic when closing the barn up.  Mama and babies were not in the nursery coop.  I looked outside and all around while Dick checked the hen house.  There they were all tucked in a nesting box on the top row!  Mama must have decided it was time to join the other hens and show the peeps where they will be roosting when the are big girls!  She is such a good mom.  Kinda sad thinking they will soon be leaving the peep stage and become young pullets.  I sure like watching them.

On the way back from the barn a glimpse of red caught my attention.......raspberries!
Within a few days Dick will be busy picking raspberries.  They were so plentiful last year I really didn't expect many this year but it looks promising.

We went to Shinglehouse to watch the Potter McKean Little League  beat Wellsboro for the District Championship.  Good game with a great turnout of fans.  Love Little League.  I got a little ambitious today and made cream puffs with homemade custard filling.  It was a surprise for the hub after the game.  He made the coffee, we always have a cup and sit on the back deck after supper.  The coffee and cream puffs hit the spot.  It is so quiet and peaceful in Clara Valley that we sometimes never say a word,  just sit and stare at the field and hill.  Peace on Earth, if it could all be that simple.

A few left just in case we have a visitor or two.

She Acts Like an Ol'Mother Hen

This is the best part of my day, watching
 Mama Silky and the peeps ♡ I love
our barn!

The first time I heard she's like an "old mother hen" was from my dad. He was referring to a woman with lots of little kids that lived near us.  Today I found out why he said like a mother hen.  I spent quite a while watching  Mama Silky tending her 4 little ones.  It really was entertaining to see what she was showing them.  She would scratch with her feet, pick up a bug or seed and drop it in front of the little ones.  It wasn't long at all and they were scratching and finding their own food.  I did notice all she had to do was cluck once and they went a running to hide under her wings.  Wonder how she taught them one cluck and you better be here? She also rules the barn and barnyard, one squawk and the other hens and roosters get away from her and the peeps.  No "time out" warnings or count to 3, like human moms do.  Which by the way does not work, at least from seeing it tried in stores with little ones.  Kinda makes the parents look a little out smarted.  Really, if the kid is going to mind they will, counting to 3 is giving the parent hope that it might work.  Mixed messages.  Which reminds me a story my son told on what happened when he was in a store.  He lives in NC just to set the story up.  There was a mom and her boy shopping and the little boy was begging, screaming and raising all kinds of fussing to get what he wanted.  The mom was begging him to stop, of course it was making him act out even more.  Then an old black woman said, whoop his ass, I mean whoop his ass!  I'm sure she had raised enough kids, grand kids, etc. in her lifetime and knew what would end this embarrassing confrontation.  Of course hearing our son imitating the old gal just made it hilarious.  He thought it was great advice to be offered.   I've watched the same scene unfold and would  liked to have said the same thing.  Unfortunately little ones lose their cuteness when they show this side of behaviour.  Then the old saying comes to mind, "a face only a mother could love".
Now do I believe in spankings?  No, although one time my little wandering boy got a few smacks for going in the road.  I was so upset it just happened.  He was fine with it but it took me forever to forgive myself and make sure he still loved me.  Moms are like that ♡.

Do you ever wonder what other folks do to keep busy and entertain their time?  I sure do.  In fact anytime you would like to fill me in on a days happening for you I would love to hear it and even blog it if that's ok.  I have followers from Russia, Ukraine, Norway, China, Japan, Sweden, Spain, Italy, Lithuania, Taiwan, Portugal, Canada, France and the Philippines.  If you are just down the road, in another state or country drop me a writing on your day.

Also I have been asked to let advertising be put on a side bar since the followers hit a certain number.  I declined even though they pay so much a hit on my blog.  It is something I do because I enjoy it, not to make money or be invaded by annoying adds.  One of the reasons I quit visiting Solomons, too much advertising.

Here's supper!  Dick fixed the pork chops with a rhubarb/blueberry sauce that was excellent.  He's becoming quite the cook of a "few" things and I am learning to hand over the kitchen for a "few"  things.  I made new potatoes with green onions and rainbow swiss chard.  Dessert?  Why it's Nanipops for sure.  Summer is slipping away and soon our "best little" ice cream parlor will shut down.  They have huge servings, a baby cone is my pick and the hub gets a small.  Great place and a wonderful family owns it.  We are lucky, we live between Nanipops in Shinglehouse and New Horizon Creamery in Coneville which has excellent homemade ice cream!

How Y'all Are?

When we heard "how y'all are" it was a sit down and watch PBS for 30 minutes every Sunday afternoon.  Justin Wilson the Louisiana chef entertained us for quite a few years.  I learned some good  everyday  tips from this guy.  One thing when making a rue for thickening patience is a must, slow and low.  Justin had that great Cajun accent and when he told a story it was mesmerizing.  Our kids were quite young when we watched his show.  Remember back then not many choices for tv shows but this one was a 5 star rating in our home.

In 1993 Bart was in the Army and had to go to Louisiana for training.  He heard Justin Wilson was going to be at a Cajun Festival and went to see him.  Lucky for me Bart remembered how much I liked Justin.  Not only did he see him,  Bart bought me his cookbook and an apron........signed!  I use the cookbook frequently.  Today I made French Beignets to take to Ambers for her 4th of July celebration.  I guess we have come full circle, Amber is doing the holidays and entertaining now and always with great enthusiasm.  Beignets are similar to what I call a fried cake or old-fashioned doughnut rolled in powdered sugar.  There are several versions, one being a cream puff pastry and the other a raised doughnut recipe.  I have made all 3 at one time or other.  Today I used Justin's version, it is less time consuming.  Left overs are great with a good cup of coffee, little dunkers!

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After Bart gave me the gifts and told of the delicious Cajun food I was on a mission to go south and taste the real deal.  A few years later I had my chance.  A guy by the name of Eddie DuBois called.  His family moved to Shinglehouse in our high school years and became friends with Dick's family. They lived here 3 years and moved back to Biloxi, Mississippi.  I could barely understand what Eddie was saying other than, "is Dickie there?"  They had a long talk in which Eddie invited us to come visit.  He didn't know Dick's parents had passed or who Dick had married.  Pack our bags we are going Cajun!  What fun to see the DuBois family!  They put on a wonderful Cajun meal for us that will never be matched by the best restaurants. We stayed at a beautiful hotel on the Gulf, casinos everywhere. I'm not a fan, they are all the same to me.   Lose  $.  The food was simple, spicy hot and delicious.  Beingets and pecan Bread Pudding with a Rum sauce were my favorite deserts.  Poor Boy sandwiches and shrimp gumbo my favorite of the lunch and dinner menus.  We toured New Orleans which was fascinating in every way imaginable ;) .  Actually it was plain for residents to know we were tourists, a little eye popping with some of the sights we saw.    I do love listening to the Cajun bands.  Free spirited people for sure.  Will we go back, no.  It was fun and interesting but also one of the places we consider, "we saw it, enjoyed it, but once is enough'".

Independence Day was on the chilly side at Clara, PA, the sun was warm, family fun, good food and blessed with life.  ☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆

♪ It's a Beautiful Day in Clara, P.......A ♪

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!  THANK GOD SO MANY DEDICATED MEN AND WOMEN KNEW/KNOW WHAT A VERY WONDERFUL LAND WE HAVE AND LOVE IS WORTH THE FIGHT.  NEVER GIVE UP

When my grandson was little we would go out side and sing ♪ It's a Beautiful Day in Clara, PA ♪ as loud as we could.  Fun times for sure.  Once our kids had left the nest we were lucky to get grandchildren to fill the void  Now 2 of the 3 grands that live close have spread their wings and soon the 3rd will be taking flight.  Hard to believe we have reached chapter in our life but it's here, like it or not.  We try to keep busy and so far are doing a good job of it.  Every summer the garden gets bigger which keeps us very busy in between the rain storms.  The chickens, horses and wild animals are the entertainment, the quiet beauty of the valley gives us the rest we need either setting on the porch or by a bonfire.  Yes times have changed.

Dick had is morning visit with the McCleaft boys for coffee this morning.  Tough time for them, their dad passed away 2 weeks ago.  They worked every day at the garage with their dad, it's going to be tough but Ed raised some good guys.

Once breakfast was over went to the Amish stores.  That 2# rolled butter can't be beat!  I need bread flour, sugar canning jar lids and what ever else looks good.  The sign was up for their home grown strawberries.  Very beautiful deep red berries this year.  Every family has their own specialty store.  Grocery, leather shop, furniture, greenhouse, trusses and feed store.  We go to a couple of the stores once a month.  Then we stop at the  Corner Cafe in Ulysses, great home cooked food with a very nice salad bar and the homemade pies and desserts are delicious!

This afternoon was lawn mowing.  The rain this week as made the grass grow, unfortunately so much rain the back lawn had puddles in it and is still mushy!  Speaking of back lawn, I saw a snake back there! Lucky I was on my lawn mower and not on crutches, that would have been a nightmare.   If that's not bad enough Dick saw 2 in the back lawn first thing in the mornings.  He said they are out in the sun to get warm!  He has started carrying a large stick to the barn just in case he sees them again.  He did kill one the next day.  Two down two to go.  I have no idea what is up with seeing so many but this is not a good thing for me.

There is breakfast, salt rising bread topped with
blueberry rhubarb sauce!

Twice a year Dick has his favorite fresh fruit treats.  Strawberries
 with fresh cream and next month peaches & cream.

Rhubarb, Strawberries, Blueberries & Doc

Ready to simmer, rhubarb, blueberries & sugar.

It is time for the kitchen to heat up and won't cool down until the end of September.  Freezing rhubarb was easy and cool.  Now the berries are coming in season so jelly, jam and sauces as of today were Cook'n by the Creek. I tried a little twist to the rhubarb sauce and it was a tasty success.  I have blueberries in the freezer from last season and want to use them before we start picking this year.  I added a quart of blueberries to the rhubarb with 3 cups of sugar and simmered until thick.  I always make a batch with strawberries or raspberries.  With the rhubarb in the freezer I make sauces in the winter when we start getting low, I'm always giving a jar away now and again.  We are starting to eat more berry sauces than jelly and jam.  Much less sugar plus we can use it on ice cream, cakes, pancakes and crepes.

Still has another hour or so to cook down.

Look at the color!  It is a 'tada' finish.  Of course I saved a little
 dish for salt rising toast in the morning.

Now if that was not enough for kitchen time while it was cooking down I washed and hulled strawberries for the freezer.  (happy the ankle lets me stand as long as I want with little swelling)  They are beautiful this year.  We buy ours from an Amish family in Ulysses.  They never put a bad berry in a basket and are always picked fresh in the mornings.  They do sell jam berries that are a day old at a lesser price.  I love talking to the ladies.  A few years back they wouldn't utter a word but like in the fancy world the plain people are evolving into a new state of being.  I think it has more to do with public relations, the more they talk the more the sell.  One thing most of the Amish want is to make money.

This afternoon it was off to one of my favorite friends, past neighbor and dentist.  Doc Simons, if I could stop time it would be to keep him as our dentist forever.  I know time is nearing and he will retire.  That will be a terrible adjustment, Doc has taken care of our family for 40 years.  What a guy.  Actually everyone in his office has been tops!  When I go it's like visiting with friends (even though I'm not the best patient in the chair).  I'm sure there are  times he would like to slap me, but there are  times I could him too.  Good friends that laugh at the end of the appointment.  We are of age now that we talk of growing up on Horse Run Rd, especially about the funny happenings or the "old"  people we remember.  Ok, so he glued my broken crown which was a big front one.  I always felt I had big teeth.  In two weeks I will go back to have it cut off, impressions for a new crown and a temporary put on until the new one is made.  Doc put the crown on 33 years ago so I guess I can't complain, they are much more expensive now.  The minute it happened, like my ankle I was upset.  Then reality set in and one of the things I always say,  it is fixable, my family is healthy and happy.  What's a big tooth and an ankle?  Absolutely peanuts ♡

Back in the Garden

Sunday was the first day I pulled weeds and even thinned carrots.  No problem one crutch and sometimes no crutch, I did it.  This made my day more beautiful than it already was.  Our garden is across the creek and out there no matter what way I look there is no visible buildings other than our barn.  I love that secluded feeling.  Of course the chickens, horses, occasional turkey and deer step from the woods.  They are very welcome.  Especially Sunday when mama doe brought her little one to explore.  Mama hen turkey had her little ones with her but the hay is too high, it's all we could do to see the hen's head sticking up until she brought them in the fresh mowed horse pasture.  She was teaching them to catch bugs.  So funny to watch the little ones darting around.  The hens  are always on alert for danger and with one warning puck they hurry off to the woods.

Mentioning hay, it's that time of the year and it looks like a good hay crop is in store as long as the weather stays clear, warm and low humidity.  We call it hay days..  We have been to Coudersport, Wellsville and even Buffalo, many fields are cut and ready for the baler.  Lucky for us we buy round bales that the tractor lifts and hauls.  Much better than throwing square hay bales by hand.  Have you ever smelled fresh cut hay?  If you like the smell of fresh cut grass this hay is just as nice.  We buy our round bales from our nephew Alan.  He puts in some good, dry hay.  That is important, being cut, dried and baled in a day or two time frame.  Farmers biggest fear, it gets rained on.  No good, cows will usually eat it but horses not so much and they can't take dusty hay.  The big excitement during hay season is guess how many bales Alan will get off his field.  I am predicting a record high this year, good looking field of orchard grass.

Later in the evening we went to the back field in search of wild strawberries!  While mowing yesterday I spotted some, of course I stopped to pick a few,  they are sweet and good size for wild berries.  I hope to get enough for one batch of jam.  They are so tasty compared to cultivated berries.  Both are delicious though.

We still have the ceiling to replace on the front porch from the winter winds that tore it down.  The materials are here and ready to go up.  Then I will paint the floor.  The hardest painting job is finished, the railing!  So many spindles.
My dad told Dick and I when we bought our first house, if you do one repair or upkeep job a year you will always be ahead and have a house in good shape.  Dick was 21 and I was 20 at the time with a 2 year old and newborn.  The house was the one we lived in until moving to Clara 15 years ago.  That first house cost $4,000.  Dad gave us $1,000 for the down payment and our house payment was $48.75 a month.  Dick was bringing home about $150 a week.  We had everything we needed which wasn't much.  One thing we did every spring was take the kids on vacation to Florida, income tax return and what extra we could save did the trip.  How about this, 2 weeks in Fl including 2 days at Disney and 10 days at the beach, plus food, gas and souvenirs cost $800 total.  Like Archie Bunker sang "those were the days".  Now our trips are to visit the boys and their families.  Every couple years we go on an adventure by ourselves unless we can find a couple friends.  John and Diane are usually up for the challenge and we work well together!

A one dish supper tonight.  We rode to Coudersport and picked up some Texas Gulf Shrimp, our favorite from the little store across from Charles Cole Hospital.  Caught and packaged in the USA.  I sauteed them in butter with seasoning and then added
1/2&1/2 and reduced it a little.  Dick had made whipped potatoes a couple nights ago and they are the best ever.  He won't tell me what he used in them, fine with me because he now is the official "whipped tater master".   For some reason I didn't think he could boil water, then the broken leg and he has shown his true talent.  At least for whipped potatoes.  So heat the leftover potatoes and top with shrimp and cream sauce, what a delicious  quick fix.  Of course I got this idea from my Charleston, SC friend.  She makes the best and puts it over a baked potato.  My shrimp and sauce was fixed a bit different but it was still good, just lacked the company of the "SC gal".

Fresh lime wedges and we are ready to enjoy! 

For Amber Waves Of Grain

In between the little cloud burst I was able to take a stroll (on the lawn mower)  to my favorite place.  The secluded back field where the garden and barn hides.  It is forever changing even though I'm there daily.  Today was one of those, the hay is beautiful moments.  It sure reminded me of a song I dearly love to listen to and fills me with pride for the USA and everyone that serves to protect it.  All of the brave souls that were so endeared to establish and build our country.  It's hard to imagine the hardships they faced but did because the were that sure they could build one nation with such greatness.
The wind is quite strong today and the tops of the orchard grass and alfalfa looked like waves drifting by.  Remember it is Hay Days and all farmers eyes are to the sky and feeling the dew on the morning grass waiting for the first intuition to get busy.  With modern technology from weather forecasters  the farmer's gut feeling is still more reliable.  I don't like to say this but garden, hay and young born animals show signs of summer growth past new and headed to harvest time.  The circle of life.

     
  O beautiful for spacious skies,
       For amber waves of grain,  
       For purple mountain majesties 
       Above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.

America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.

America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.                             written by: Katharine Lee Bates

Tonight was the first greens of the season.  I used spinach and baby rainbow Swiss chard in a Spanish recipe we like.  I made empanadas which are crescent shaped pies.  You can fill with anything, even sweet fruit fillings.  Tonight I used beef, mushrooms, diced carrots, green onions and the greens.  Let the filling cool before making the pies.  Sometimes I bake them but tonight I fried them in grape seed oil.  It's a great oil that doesn't burn at high heat.
We had salsa, sour cream and homemade mustard for toppings.  The best part we have two left over for lunch tomorrow.

        There are the empanadas.  It doesn't look like much for supper but they are filling.

Head'n up the Run Part 2

After the Taylor home was John and Eva Simons home and farm.  There are many memories with this family.  I babysat for their daughter's children,  they had a home across from John and Eva.   Then there are the 3 sons,  Bill or Willy (Willard), Scuff (Howard) and Mike (Mike, lol no nickname that I know of).  My biggest fright was another member of the family, George!  Every time I road my bike past their house I would call to tell them and they would put that bike chasing George in or tie him up.  Well one day someone didn't do it and George gave me a lifetime memory of him, a scar on my right calf!  Those were the days that nobody was mad over things like this.  Now it's call the police and sue!  The Simons family also had a Holstein Dairy farm.
Willard is a dentist in Cuba, NY. We have been going to him for 40+ years.  He is a good guy, his brothers are too.  Scuff is quite the gardener and also cans his harvest.  Mike is known for his gardening skills also with a specialty in garlic and dahlias.  In the spring he is busy with maple syrup which he also sells locally.

The next farm was the Hastings, which had been abandoned long before I lived next to it.  The kids on the upper Run thought it was haunted.  We bought the Henry Terrette farm.  This was one of my favorite homes, the first one I had ever lived in with an upstairs.  The stairway was beautiful and had a cubby under the stairs with a little door, my private place.  It also was a Holstein dairy farm.

Our neighbors were Peg and Ducky Leilous.  I don't even know his real name.  When I lived next to them they had 2 daughters, Joyce and Linda and one son, Donny.  Well, the girls and I had great fun together but Donny was a little fire cracker always causing trouble.  I think daily his mom would say, "Donny wait until your father gets home!"  For a few years we would pick elderberries by the bushel.  Ducky would take them to Clark Brothers and a couple Italian guys would buy them for $5 a bushel to make wine.

Next to the Leilous property was Lloyd and Emma Babcock.  Their children were all older than me, more the age of my brothers.  Clarence (Babby), Ed and Don, their daughter married Ed Bell.

Next on the left was the Hathaway home. They had 3 boys and 2 girls which helped add to our neighborhood baseball teams.  Across from them the Bells.  They had 2 boys, Ed and Randy and a daughter Eileen, more for the baseball teams.  Just above Bells was Lyle Sloat and his family, I also babysat for their little boys.  Across from them was the Leo Osburn family and a farm owned by Irelands with their two daughters Gloria and Linda.  They also contributed to the baseball teams  They also had two young sons.

Now the next dairy farm on the left was owned by Clara and Bill Southerland.  Another family that I have good memories of.  They would visit mom and dad which was exciting because back then we very seldom left the farm.  Other farmers were the entertainment.  I remember my dad telling mom, "you know Bill's daughter Margie married a tall guy good with horses.  Again, odd what sticks in my mind!  Margie and Bob Visseau's home is on Horse Run but on the NY side.

Last is Ken and Glenice Sloat, yep farmers too.  Glenice was quite the cook and baker.

Horse Run was a dairy farm valley but so were others, Sunnyside, Bells Run, Jander Run, Coons Crossing, Eleven Mile, Honeoye Rd, Plank Rd, Clara Rd, and Kings Run.  They were all full of dairy farms.  Gone,  all of them but a few that raise beef cows with the exception of Denver Drake and the Hoffman Family (yes Holstein) Dairy Farms.

Not to be forgotten, two little side roads.  One was the "old Horse Run Rd" my Uncle Orville and Aunt Nina lived on a dairy farm there.  It was beautiful and Nina took pride in her yard and flowers as my mom did.  They were always trading new plants to each other.  My husband worked for Orville in his early teens putting in hay.  The old fashion way, loose!  That is a hot hard days work.  Nina made the best molasses cookies!

The second road is Park Ave. which was to the left of the "dump road".  On the left was the Strickland family home, Jerry and Hope Cone own it now. Farther down on the right was Marie and Elno James with their daughter, Delores and son, Ricky.  Here is one of my all time thank you very much Marie lessons.  She taught me how to crack my gum!  Not more than 10 I would sit on her porch and take lessons.  She was so patient and the day I mastered the every bite crack will always be remembered.  Of course my dad and even my husband could not stand hearing me do it.  I loved it!
Then there was Ricky, he was always picking and one day even tried to make me eat a worm, that will always be remembered!  In all fairness Ricky is a great friend and was a welcome moment when I broke my leg/ankle 10 weeks ago.  He was driving the ambulance, the joy of living where I grew up!  Guy Danforth lived farther down.  Keep on going turn right and the road would take you back into Shinglehouse, the bridge has long since been closed.

There are a few of my growing up memories on Horse Run.  Back to Clara and the place that fills my heart with peace and satisfaction.

Tonight we ate out, roasted hot dogs over an open fire, fresh green onions from the garden, relish and beets canned from last year.  Simple but so easy and good.  Just peace and quiet in the valley.

A reminder on the longest day of the year what the shortest day
looks like.

There Once Was a Time

I had already started this post but feel the need to add this to the beginning rather than the end.  You might say timing is everything and in this case it sure was.  In my mailbox today was a beautiful card complete with a China teapot , cup and saucer with flowers and gold etching on the front.  I love tea pots and tea cups and use the one my daughter gave me on cold , snugly winter days.  Back to the card, it said, "A woman is like a teabag........you never know how strong she is until she gets into hot water"!  Eleanor Roosevelt.  That is nice and actually pertains to me,  I can get into more hot water!  The best part was on the inside that brought tears to my eyes.

Dear Cheryl,
You make me laugh!
You make me cry
I reminisce of days gone by
Love your blog-
Cook'n by the Creek
Keep writing and many
thanks for sharing!

It was a sit down and read it again and again.  You see it came from a friend from long ago when I lived on the Horse Run Rd.  I had already started the blog below.
I will say, "thank you dear one for the card, words of kindness and reminding me "there once was a time" I sat on your porch.  Blessings to you, Sue.

Yesterday was another Cheryl got the keys and headed out and about all by herself.  It's funny how the mind works when no one is with me.  I have been up and over Horse Run Rd. many times but yesterday was just me and my thoughts.  It really is a good thing there was no traffic behind me, I was a little old lady, "driving along in my automobile with no particular place to go".  If you are over 50 you know where that came from!
As I turned up Horse Run my first thought was where we lived for a couple years, The Biergarten, which is now the Roadside.  It was very small when we owned it. From 13 to 15 years old it was my home.  Many a night I went to sleep listening to the juke box playing Ring of Fire, Memphis Tennessee, etc.  Mike Taylor, Squeak Scott, Ken and Dick Blanchard, my brothers, all at that late 20's early 30's age.
Next just across the bridge on the left was the farm I was born at and lived until I was 10.  It was a beautiful Holstein Dairy farm.  My grandparents owned the farm behind ours on the dirt road.  They sold it to Leo and Betty Lauckren.  That was great because they had 3 daughters, Barb, Cindie and Sherry and one son Carlton.  How great, I could walk to their house all by myself.
Across the road just to the right of the bridge was my brother's house which meant I could go play with Pam and Barry.  Red and Nancy Haynes now live there.
 Next to them was Bob and Laura belle Karr's, Bobby spent quite a bit of time visiting my brothers.  I loved his sister Joy, she was older and of course I thought she was beautiful with a great smile. Scuff and Linea Simons live there now.
Of course next was the all too famous dump on the left.  Most remember going to the dump to shoot rats.  Oh, the fun back in the 50's, 60, and 70's.
Up the hill past the dump on the right was Messer Oil Pump Station.  They would pump 24 hours a day.  I remember the day it was shut down and how silent it seemed.  Reminds me of how quiet it was outdoors the day of 9/11 with no sound of airplanes or jets going over.  You never realize until quiet sets in.

I lived across from the pump station (actually I lived in 5 different homes on Horse Run Rd, dad would buy, fix it up and sell).  Next to the pump station was Rex and Madelyn Baker's home.  They had 2 girls, Sharon and Laurie plus their grandad lived with them.  Sharon and I have continued to be best friends for, let's just say 55 or more years.  We had some great times and sled riding at their house.

Next I passed the Taylor home which is still owned by their daughter Donna Fetzer, more good times at the Taylor house.  Theresa Taylor lived there, one time we gathered cat tails by the bushel full and threw them at each other,  The lawn was covered in fuzz!  Her mom, Celeste was so mad!  We spent 2 days picking fuzz up.

Wow, this trip back in time is taking longer to write than I imagined.   It is hard to believe but all of the homes have a memory or more for me.  That was a loving Run to grow up on. Great times, great people and so many are still friends.
  Part 2 tomorrow, until then Pass It On!  If it's good it's worth it.


     This is little Daffney.  I am happy to say Daisy, Buttercup and Daffney are healthy and tucked safely under Mama as of 7:30 pm tonight.  I can't stay away from them!  Every 2 hours I have to take a peek.            

They Wiggled!

As I was researching how to candle eggs I came upon the old fashioned method (which is awesome) using water.  Well first thing this morning I had Hub watch the video.  Eyebrows up he looked at me and said, "let's do it".  Of course he meant float eggs, what else?  Off to the barn with a thermometer, jug of warm water and a deep bowl.  The temperature has to be 100 degrees.   Lucky for us Miss Silky was off her clutch eating breakfast.  Very carefully Dick put one egg at a time in the bowl filled with water, once the water was calm we just stood there and stared, barley breathing.  The egg has to be put in round side up, pointed down.  The very top of the egg will be out of the water, balanced perfect.  Then if there is a live chick inside the egg will wiggle or jiggle, rest and then wiggle again and again.  We let it wiggle once, dried it and back to the nest.  Six out of seven eggs wiggled which means within a week, give or take we should have some baby peeps!  Hopefully there will be no quitters and they will hatch strong and healthy.  Exciting time for sure,new life at the farm.

Actually we have been watching a Robin raise 3 little ones one the rafter of our front porch.  Remember the winter winds blew down the ceiling on the porch.  We have had the material for a month ready to put up.  Mrs. Robin has put the job on hold, I just couldn't destroy her family.  It will seem nice to get the porch back together.  I'm guessing the babes will be ready to take flight in the next few days.

On to the garden report.  We have had our first picking of green onions, nothing better with a hamburg or in a pasta salad.  As far as the spinach,  Swiss chard and kale it is suspended in time.  I can't recall the garden growing as slow as it is this year.  Even the corn is dragging.  I guess we can agree the winter and spring were quite different.  Good of an excuse as any why the garden is taking it's time.  The green beans, peas and lima beans are proving to be stronger and growing fast.

I don't like to complain about the weather, I will anyway.  It has gone from quite cool to hot and muggy with 24 hours frequently.  Cool days I cook and bake, warm days is cold cereal, sandwiches and salads.  We like salads with Romaine, baby greens or both.  A  big plate of salad is a meal for us.  Last night we had Romaine lettuce, green onions and avocado.  I made a vinaigrette dressing using Prickly Pear Cactus Syrup that our friends brought us from New Mexico.  A little orange juice, vinegar, the syrup, grape seed oil, salt and pepper.  It is a very light and refreshing dressing.  I also diced the avocado and squeezed fresh lime juice over it before putting on the salad.  A few slices of ham , olive and a hard roll on the side.  That is an easy clean-up!

This was our view eating supper, a storm moving over the hills. Until the cold air of fall is back very few of our meals will be inside.  To much to see and enjoy in the great outdoors.  Mother nature at her best, "Passing it On"

FULL ALERT

I knew  the time was near when I would hear.........."I saw a snake today".  It took my breath away and of course I wanted to know exactly where he saw it and did he kill it.  The documented report he offered: It was by the garden, near the black drum, it was just a garter snake.  Of course I knew if he did not say "it was a small one", it must have been a big one.  So I kept up the interrogation, how big?  'BIG" he said, and "Cheryl it was the biggest garter snake I have ever seen".  Oh No!  Second question from the interrogator, did you kill it? ( I knew he didn't or that would have been the first thing he told me), "no, it got away in the high grass but I did try to stomp on it".  Just stick to the facts I say:   you saw a huge snake by the garden and let it get away! Why waste so many words when he knew I would get the truth out of him?  I remember our sons telling me, when someone is not telling the truth or avoiding an answer they don't want to reveal they will offer too much information and not look you in the eyes.  Dick failed on both accounts.

My one true HATE for warm weather, snakes.  I am on alert where ever I walk looking for them.  You may not like the word hate and if I could think of a stronger word to describe how I feel about them I would use it.  This first sighting has put Cheryl on FULL RED ALERT.  I will be on the lawn mower traveling for another week, then if my Dr. gives the go I will be walking.  I need speed for these two legs because when I see a snake it is the "FRIGHT AND FLIGHT" mode.  Sure, I shouldn't get all in a yank over this but I am and will continue to do so until the first snow flake comes down.

Today was making take out food.  One of my favorites is chicken and biscuits.  Not the traditional way but the one pot method in aluminum pans with no return necessary.  I roasted chicken thighs that had salt, pepper, garlic powder, paprika and cumin rubbed on.  Bake at 400 until golden brown.  Once cooled put the skin and bones in a pot with water and more seasoning to simmer 30 minutes.  I cooked fresh slices of carrot until almost tender.  Strained the juice simmering and thickened with flour, add the meat carrots and frozen garden peas.  Put in the pan and placed buttermilk biscuits on top.  Bake at 400 until biscuits golden, a little butter on top and ready for delivery or freezer.

 Next was rhubarb pie and strawberry rhubarb pie.  I buy the aluminum pans at the Amish Store for a few cents a piece.  This size is perfect for 2 servings.  By the way on a previous blog  I posted the rhubarb pie filling and said I never used strawberries in the filling and didn't know if it would set up.  Yes it does!  I used thawed and drained frozen berries.

A perfect day, a little cook'n, traveling the back roads and cool fresh air ♡