tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305512620920560952024-03-14T04:19:48.956-05:00SherriStudio at Catfish CornerOur little piece of heaven in Pepin County, Wisconsinsherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.comBlogger351125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-4003208081729342262023-09-10T13:43:00.000-05:002023-09-10T13:43:15.922-05:00Chick Chick<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbp44rG-hJOQQdJFUr7xuUb05nIPBOhlxwdm3mMqJFuAfqyUJRUSTXhNebomSwXqLua7zJ8RZ3Eja94wZjmEt91Yo3vl-LF2_9sa8k2GcuGH-AQz_PPRrq12PFV195yuw8-J69szwvfXRfEGBFWZu9l3V5e2n0mOOj8lr5wmvcMpXLfiBn4-_J0aMebUw/s4032/E9E0345D-26BF-4A12-967C-37295DD5A9AC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbp44rG-hJOQQdJFUr7xuUb05nIPBOhlxwdm3mMqJFuAfqyUJRUSTXhNebomSwXqLua7zJ8RZ3Eja94wZjmEt91Yo3vl-LF2_9sa8k2GcuGH-AQz_PPRrq12PFV195yuw8-J69szwvfXRfEGBFWZu9l3V5e2n0mOOj8lr5wmvcMpXLfiBn4-_J0aMebUw/s320/E9E0345D-26BF-4A12-967C-37295DD5A9AC.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />The name is the most creativity I could muster when I found her . It was late afternoon when I went out to feed the horses and this youngster wouldn't budge. She let me pick her up without a fuss. Dang!! She has a broken leg! That is not a good sign since most little ones would just perish from the shock. I figured she was just holding on and I set her in a box in my workshop and concluded I would have a dead pullet by morning. I set food and water and she practically lunged at it. Good sign.<p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GimAvmGexBqkdYTMIVRzkNEdwKa_wpPDRjxNc90DLqnWGLAFOOIXqzR563mnJH086e4gjKZVk9TOGfFLA2YJAlV3xct8eju1-qdL1kxGKJGTD3sbelfxMCBOVgbhqXX3L4F0EtchWxIXxcV1S4bpUuJKaCZb8J7dAFySYPeiNP-Mlww85UOT2iucm7s/s4032/21424A39-4F94-4681-A77E-96F0B844B89F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GimAvmGexBqkdYTMIVRzkNEdwKa_wpPDRjxNc90DLqnWGLAFOOIXqzR563mnJH086e4gjKZVk9TOGfFLA2YJAlV3xct8eju1-qdL1kxGKJGTD3sbelfxMCBOVgbhqXX3L4F0EtchWxIXxcV1S4bpUuJKaCZb8J7dAFySYPeiNP-Mlww85UOT2iucm7s/s320/21424A39-4F94-4681-A77E-96F0B844B89F.jpeg" width="240" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p>When she was still alive in the morning I knew I now had to do something about her leg. She was amazingly compliant when I got her on her side and gently pulled the leg as straight at I could get it, put on a splint made from cardboard and taped it up with vet wrap. She camped out in her little box for a couple weeks and we did chicky PT a couple times a day. She had no balance and made no attempt at walking so I just held her up under her breastbone and we stretched legs and moved up and down. We went outside a couple times a day to keep her spirits up, but made sure we stayed away from the flock. She was "different" and had evoked a violent response from "The Old Biddy" hen. They would no doubt want to attack since she was now an outcast. We turned the corner when one morning I went to work and she was perched on the top edge of the box! She was learning how to cope with her handicap and was coming along with her walking. Then I lost her in the shop! She wasn't really hiding from me but had just FLOWN to the top bank of cabinets and perched there for the night. </p><p>Through all of this we have become quite close! She always lets me pick her up and we check out the flowers and all the best places for a bite to eat. She's becoming more accepted by the rest of the flock and I expect one of these evenings she will go in the coop to perch for the night. My little Chick Chick is not going to need me for much longer! </p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-51666456649100225802023-08-15T07:00:00.000-05:002023-08-15T07:00:20.157-05:00Long Shadows on the Trail<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpENnKYaWT6inj-N2Lhzf0ihnJEv7ehWvQxnQsO-aUF7q5k1UAuAy3fO5C5iwwOPWjYlRq7ytYMulYWlgLsVyizf_Wu7Rh2Ue6q6oKPNOqdC7bkDwMQQXqYXmU2TTmv8OQTtZfLgoLphcWlu2x36MHlcydcvSF5vxoYR8w77bkX4x9cDuRI9spIrsYQIs/s4032/314CE14A-F531-459F-916E-C0DE93A61C14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpENnKYaWT6inj-N2Lhzf0ihnJEv7ehWvQxnQsO-aUF7q5k1UAuAy3fO5C5iwwOPWjYlRq7ytYMulYWlgLsVyizf_Wu7Rh2Ue6q6oKPNOqdC7bkDwMQQXqYXmU2TTmv8OQTtZfLgoLphcWlu2x36MHlcydcvSF5vxoYR8w77bkX4x9cDuRI9spIrsYQIs/w354-h472/314CE14A-F531-459F-916E-C0DE93A61C14.jpeg" width="354" /></a></div><br /> I've had several very nice evening jaunts lately. For some reason there are NO mosquitoes, deer flies or other pests! At least for now. It was so nice to enjoy a rare ride on my bestest girl, Cheyenne. We take it slow since neither of us have been in the three-rides-a-week routine. I guess we are both slowing down at the same time. Windsor is trotting along with us and he probably gets the most benefit from the romp.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgesbYCTtOEdEC1SOqvqdJtu3KfjVAe98p3uiwwZDfEt57OkZZUkcLTbPZYXQz9na02GNYTU_4WR3_-uykEFjix-SxsPh_wf_6sZB5HgeJxaWNKP6j2zX8knQh2NkoSQhDoRNzhg7fWe26MAqZ_rocOqDWYNj1MaFqRx6KL-F2e4jzPjZE-zkLOl3jsqL4/s2048/F79330B0-3F79-4AD2-948E-F7015BD358DB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgesbYCTtOEdEC1SOqvqdJtu3KfjVAe98p3uiwwZDfEt57OkZZUkcLTbPZYXQz9na02GNYTU_4WR3_-uykEFjix-SxsPh_wf_6sZB5HgeJxaWNKP6j2zX8knQh2NkoSQhDoRNzhg7fWe26MAqZ_rocOqDWYNj1MaFqRx6KL-F2e4jzPjZE-zkLOl3jsqL4/w450-h338/F79330B0-3F79-4AD2-948E-F7015BD358DB.jpeg" width="450" /></a></div><br /><p>My photographer friend, Janene Nelson, posted these amazing skyscapes which precluded the hail storm last week. She really captured the drama from her location. They really remind me of Mayfield Parrish paintings. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98cPP89HK9_Uf3DQ3T8tcFQ5U6FfuKIMtpn_GSmYkiApEJvEOgqpIvI1OCAVhDxj9VU6QtLDjKRhbiRvn8n_cj8mepeTAp2CHMnfrjc26tlZfKgL9AYq6LX4FM0ENqP0Y2CUwSu30sdOTb4vE4Vgf88--OIw0SmAR4Sbc-eELKhqtqsqPDyztX7Yr_F0/s2048/BD688835-7C7A-4A97-B703-1297BA9AB00B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98cPP89HK9_Uf3DQ3T8tcFQ5U6FfuKIMtpn_GSmYkiApEJvEOgqpIvI1OCAVhDxj9VU6QtLDjKRhbiRvn8n_cj8mepeTAp2CHMnfrjc26tlZfKgL9AYq6LX4FM0ENqP0Y2CUwSu30sdOTb4vE4Vgf88--OIw0SmAR4Sbc-eELKhqtqsqPDyztX7Yr_F0/w401-h534/BD688835-7C7A-4A97-B703-1297BA9AB00B.jpeg" width="401" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXPq5gMcGUQ9LalapC0bPftyptN7I_cWyOtOG4Uc1-aSvlTD-Y1UjpmEN6N4JqtKX0i7LSFNqjHTE_yMkbmFOnW0m40BOocKeqdEcZnXbG4zQovqzgcGIZ7vTNlAjZvAlzz1SxErsfx7FJCUXfVjjYg5Xgq0EDm-KxBlsGbwKIGsx0Lj7xbC1ZtH3ZaQ/s2048/BABBC483-4D99-4AD7-9967-BBD7B0133655.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="537" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXPq5gMcGUQ9LalapC0bPftyptN7I_cWyOtOG4Uc1-aSvlTD-Y1UjpmEN6N4JqtKX0i7LSFNqjHTE_yMkbmFOnW0m40BOocKeqdEcZnXbG4zQovqzgcGIZ7vTNlAjZvAlzz1SxErsfx7FJCUXfVjjYg5Xgq0EDm-KxBlsGbwKIGsx0Lj7xbC1ZtH3ZaQ/w404-h537/BABBC483-4D99-4AD7-9967-BBD7B0133655.jpeg" width="404" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-77107805690888218672023-07-06T20:33:00.000-05:002023-07-06T20:33:28.986-05:00Mother Goose is at it again...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But with chicks! I got a variety of hen chicks that joined us a couple weeks ago.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBj0AnnDDqpZNXrULq3GFO5reLgnmT3SRnXr3Mpb3HGe0Ct3yd3s9Dhnv38IN_WMNO6pKX31RqLrpsq9AxbcQLyjYo403mXS9nNGnC1yHxBSa6dZziRjcO57vFkf6mxvQzW6K4EEvqC-gGoCDWgiK3VTLldjEl84rvkEun2F_vXwIaiWk3hgQdW85KSOc/s4032/05FF2384-42E4-4476-91E9-7025DE8BA56A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBj0AnnDDqpZNXrULq3GFO5reLgnmT3SRnXr3Mpb3HGe0Ct3yd3s9Dhnv38IN_WMNO6pKX31RqLrpsq9AxbcQLyjYo403mXS9nNGnC1yHxBSa6dZziRjcO57vFkf6mxvQzW6K4EEvqC-gGoCDWgiK3VTLldjEl84rvkEun2F_vXwIaiWk3hgQdW85KSOc/s320/05FF2384-42E4-4476-91E9-7025DE8BA56A.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">First in the "baby box" that they arrived in. Once they are out of the box, they won't be going back in! They grow that fast. I haven't even looked up what varieties arrived, but the two Goldens are probably Buff Orpingtons. Sometimes it's hard to have different colors because if some pass by the wayside you KNOW. It's kind of easier when everyone is the same if a predator strikes. I have never been one to name them because it's hard when they are struck down. I've had "Elizabeth Taylor" and "Little Scottie" and it doesn't make it easier to say goodbye. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJco37URNyFGoFbsSIsRsHGgvdCv6-224hMrGi6huFB_QI7pguruktzLhD0-wvYJHgZyG-nnfYApCTreLDH2fNKOsR3JzWa2V3g2YF995Y6FNL_pMPpkFbu5DaOCiccwsoTs2EfmHNVaOKfa32j6EgL2PKiqDvPmhyAlu366OMak80Ah46fwbruDtqqk/s4032/BD18AD65-2879-4086-8420-AE90EFFC553E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJco37URNyFGoFbsSIsRsHGgvdCv6-224hMrGi6huFB_QI7pguruktzLhD0-wvYJHgZyG-nnfYApCTreLDH2fNKOsR3JzWa2V3g2YF995Y6FNL_pMPpkFbu5DaOCiccwsoTs2EfmHNVaOKfa32j6EgL2PKiqDvPmhyAlu366OMak80Ah46fwbruDtqqk/s320/BD18AD65-2879-4086-8420-AE90EFFC553E.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I set up the big kids pen, maybe a bit early, but they were getting kind of "birdy" in the shop, so it seemed time to move. It's warm and they will be fine. <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /> </p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-92230768337368050172023-07-04T17:52:00.000-05:002023-07-04T17:52:13.147-05:00Midsummer Musings<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYEFdOhQIXlENNZKE04lstQk90jpDI6XrkPjNamHLP0iQgSwWgesVwPQhARqeO-HDoLeNE0V3LO0YkBoAnKFJXeXSfeXPS4913CNCC47Yd6Livm5BwDCfxi2_P0kagKA9HmPgWefR22PDRzYpWBqROAAWtb7_ZmXQEQSLgTvN4NyIqYV5i3LG9A28rzk/s4032/4DC73BA4-13BE-42BC-AC81-BABC6A039439.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYEFdOhQIXlENNZKE04lstQk90jpDI6XrkPjNamHLP0iQgSwWgesVwPQhARqeO-HDoLeNE0V3LO0YkBoAnKFJXeXSfeXPS4913CNCC47Yd6Livm5BwDCfxi2_P0kagKA9HmPgWefR22PDRzYpWBqROAAWtb7_ZmXQEQSLgTvN4NyIqYV5i3LG9A28rzk/w306-h408/4DC73BA4-13BE-42BC-AC81-BABC6A039439.jpeg" width="306" /></a></div>My kid seems to spend too much time on the computer these days!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyv_tHxcx2VNHaVxSjHttYNXbHaGsKqSafm_JVahqnPcHiNdPzbFXMvdG7i1X59fqHjCV3fHCU9axr21kvunGc0_Y655PWiyAd7EnT5vpPBGiPlttyVKITria_I9QSKZ-HxiqI_CBc-gQXG6-G3u5P4ZmhgG2MDS7mjZ7rOmPbzYGSfrbik2UVdB-bR_w/s4032/86B4EE65-EAD8-4FE4-A82B-44EF3F622983.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyv_tHxcx2VNHaVxSjHttYNXbHaGsKqSafm_JVahqnPcHiNdPzbFXMvdG7i1X59fqHjCV3fHCU9axr21kvunGc0_Y655PWiyAd7EnT5vpPBGiPlttyVKITria_I9QSKZ-HxiqI_CBc-gQXG6-G3u5P4ZmhgG2MDS7mjZ7rOmPbzYGSfrbik2UVdB-bR_w/w316-h421/86B4EE65-EAD8-4FE4-A82B-44EF3F622983.jpeg" width="316" /></a></div>I put together the new cat tower last weekend. It only took THREE HOURS! Mainly due to the fact the pieces are so heavy I had to stage the whole thing on the patio and bring in pieces as I was ready for them. It's good they have more things to fight over now. The old tower got moved to the breezeway which gives Reba some other places to escape the fray.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2qEOWC9anALKHdS8Dbiye_uG1JgROWuu3vBMudaM1_MKkKne7-IX1lLc5FjlwjZmXWIGKpsYIKIqP-9FXnUbPuxcqyzswgE4rxXfTZbFZQPvqz-FFsnKp0qBQEiL5IXxP6nZ2Ppds7pij4l08R_0anBlvJLlUhngGdjtGJ8nJTFOxQo4se6h9YkuEj4/s4032/66DB4D53-A263-4B6C-8B9D-EAB0AC517646.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2qEOWC9anALKHdS8Dbiye_uG1JgROWuu3vBMudaM1_MKkKne7-IX1lLc5FjlwjZmXWIGKpsYIKIqP-9FXnUbPuxcqyzswgE4rxXfTZbFZQPvqz-FFsnKp0qBQEiL5IXxP6nZ2Ppds7pij4l08R_0anBlvJLlUhngGdjtGJ8nJTFOxQo4se6h9YkuEj4/s320/66DB4D53-A263-4B6C-8B9D-EAB0AC517646.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tight places</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPVqRW95dU09-tBo7POqsOnBtQXBLx05aMgPinGKpkaeA0Z-btaNc18bcsnrg7VcSd4QulEEX8sEqJrpl-rMi-NuMgsJjUjCbft2Dw3jqv6-o5XUw1g6yvy-ymIzNxoaTPihJdp-COAf5EWcB1JEoojZa5JxQ3IMrIn6H49QGuRCjaPkfqzblJwU2r08/s4032/73B5FC0C-2BBA-4BDC-A548-F451B7F20B85.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPVqRW95dU09-tBo7POqsOnBtQXBLx05aMgPinGKpkaeA0Z-btaNc18bcsnrg7VcSd4QulEEX8sEqJrpl-rMi-NuMgsJjUjCbft2Dw3jqv6-o5XUw1g6yvy-ymIzNxoaTPihJdp-COAf5EWcB1JEoojZa5JxQ3IMrIn6H49QGuRCjaPkfqzblJwU2r08/s320/73B5FC0C-2BBA-4BDC-A548-F451B7F20B85.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />My "vacation" before the 4th has involved a redo of the garage space so my truck can "fit" inside. I've had several trips to the dealership for engine lights and each time it has been rodent damage. It's gotten very expensive to keep fixing the problem and while it wasn't practical to build a new garage this was the solution. Our hired man is a wiz at reorganization and he insisted the truck would fit. It just involved getting a new configuration, getting rid of junk, and a parking plan. Yes, there is a tennis ball from the ceiling so I don't drive through the back of the structure. (Idiot ball!) I can scoot through the front if I stand sideways. The back. Not so much. But I am thankful to have the truck inside. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4VpTwV6auMreAD0Zy-YbU2tRGUlbbuMi1PwYWjRyk04CjW2GqDzhrnYZ-zPacNM_GQuSV-aUJGsBv7RBeChoGWSQCDwSdKuwzZSwWgm_gOccy6htgX2FHeTCWUiBVG6H-sOEJP6zMv31bCUpEewhyYTxrGQ0rCQD9Dd8g8HbOrlvEK9HEUqKN3-RmRk/s290/270B035B-2C65-412B-8D40-7F62B851E4B9_4_5005_c.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="173" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4VpTwV6auMreAD0Zy-YbU2tRGUlbbuMi1PwYWjRyk04CjW2GqDzhrnYZ-zPacNM_GQuSV-aUJGsBv7RBeChoGWSQCDwSdKuwzZSwWgm_gOccy6htgX2FHeTCWUiBVG6H-sOEJP6zMv31bCUpEewhyYTxrGQ0rCQD9Dd8g8HbOrlvEK9HEUqKN3-RmRk/s1600/270B035B-2C65-412B-8D40-7F62B851E4B9_4_5005_c.jpeg" width="173" /></a></div>This just cracked me up (pun intended) because it isn't right, but it will work!<br /><div><br /></div><div>From there, we tackled the barn that hasn't been cleaned for eight years! The last big cleanup was just before my final art tour weekend. The year of the horse crash so I didn't even participate in the tour. Again, there was a plan put into place to get the corrugated boxes in order, with SHELVES! Emptying out the contents and cleaning everything. Throwing stuff, selling stuff, just plain downsizing. It's liberating! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Looks like we had a snowstorm here that past few evenings with all the tiny white moths everywhere!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwUacoamV8aiVG_Q-i6s5HLjYE8HdyY24ESK5c2SxLP4SRgU25-le9dgB-F9CqyI8EekWlbiFNVQnMUkQZj6Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>The best blessing we had was a 3/4" rain last evening. We had not seen rain for 33 days. So praying we can get into a wetter weather pattern as most every shower that shows up has missed us. In spite of that, I think the tomatoes are doing fabulously. I put them in the backyard up by the house so I can water easily and keep track of their progress.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi-2sTXf2_9rNXbFqaDz6oWbEZDCQkw6DrmOQgza3E46midqFJxIgwhyZTeuMGYlpUuX8dUmbWvNfcx2NAXlbxQ4azzzuiWxwjRE8TBZrPEYDZSGL9HVfIWMpW5Xy1qbRZcp7Prg-JoBaMQ7h6HMNMM0nfg-eeCsuuBUf43s0t7ZQapCxzgjLD-YY7kY/s4032/51A54652-A8DF-4A53-8A08-C50DD4AD083C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi-2sTXf2_9rNXbFqaDz6oWbEZDCQkw6DrmOQgza3E46midqFJxIgwhyZTeuMGYlpUuX8dUmbWvNfcx2NAXlbxQ4azzzuiWxwjRE8TBZrPEYDZSGL9HVfIWMpW5Xy1qbRZcp7Prg-JoBaMQ7h6HMNMM0nfg-eeCsuuBUf43s0t7ZQapCxzgjLD-YY7kY/s320/51A54652-A8DF-4A53-8A08-C50DD4AD083C.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>They are nearly as tall as I am at this point and blossom are coming on nicely. Maybe all those white moths will be good pollinators.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><p><br /> </p></div></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-36820870423254774962023-05-13T20:14:00.001-05:002023-05-13T20:16:24.546-05:00Let's Catch Up!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ42RI8MquSvEmHda9RK9jQUYhCJoSmKEo-C2H5KdTskr5ztojwrOqd1GkLN3Y6oIMKPeZ2Ao-F6ntBJkFUBY357gYk1VTykUxTqi9txBIE7JDey6etHXSCpDgFigJkE2T81eDu2dl7-uc1XJxEQbZqCuHkyO99kxHCWDwWJaXmVpBEHexoKw_CFjY/s4032/8AA6EFBA-EAB5-4B44-9C29-D40453AC4C63.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ42RI8MquSvEmHda9RK9jQUYhCJoSmKEo-C2H5KdTskr5ztojwrOqd1GkLN3Y6oIMKPeZ2Ao-F6ntBJkFUBY357gYk1VTykUxTqi9txBIE7JDey6etHXSCpDgFigJkE2T81eDu2dl7-uc1XJxEQbZqCuHkyO99kxHCWDwWJaXmVpBEHexoKw_CFjY/w300-h400/8AA6EFBA-EAB5-4B44-9C29-D40453AC4C63.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>A long time since an update. I'll start where I left off. We caught this beauty strutting by during the rut season back in November. He's all puffed up and full of himself with love on his mind. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTMHYD4ejykWRCdpcbhgiqkb3T_plOVTHYWrpJ7YntS_-FgAn7a_XLe57Jrz49p4TSL4R7Pal6Yd8sFRvnbqE-4D6uwhlpJOWWq8Z-9ZN4wQzFHarUyI8o3ARznnKdUaAviYXhjHVg8Fmw5HjKO8wHx6Bhuz1z1IzbN2Xo-21buYRzE_3j_GkHtWM/s4032/952D8B82-3546-496D-BA61-907E651ABB33.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTMHYD4ejykWRCdpcbhgiqkb3T_plOVTHYWrpJ7YntS_-FgAn7a_XLe57Jrz49p4TSL4R7Pal6Yd8sFRvnbqE-4D6uwhlpJOWWq8Z-9ZN4wQzFHarUyI8o3ARznnKdUaAviYXhjHVg8Fmw5HjKO8wHx6Bhuz1z1IzbN2Xo-21buYRzE_3j_GkHtWM/w300-h400/952D8B82-3546-496D-BA61-907E651ABB33.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>The horses were all ears when I came out to feed. The snow was falling and now it all began with the winter season. It was a pretty mild winter and everyone came though it nicely</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7DkFVluMiyFIkKwzVSN1oQ0anLraAaG6jh9V3hxY_j8s0TMuhBR3cXAhASRvkvAN-SAnWyUYlZK3C7TKVgWZkdPaC1H1jLFARaMdqW797UOqnrAynXPpZWIRCCY3Yxv2L-x3E71vcmEMKAyHQiecBiGdMS2JACK_c2LM_wYSvgfui5uFWJbaLdmK/s3854/60EE4EF9-5C0F-40BF-88A5-D340E886B309_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2890" data-original-width="3854" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7DkFVluMiyFIkKwzVSN1oQ0anLraAaG6jh9V3hxY_j8s0TMuhBR3cXAhASRvkvAN-SAnWyUYlZK3C7TKVgWZkdPaC1H1jLFARaMdqW797UOqnrAynXPpZWIRCCY3Yxv2L-x3E71vcmEMKAyHQiecBiGdMS2JACK_c2LM_wYSvgfui5uFWJbaLdmK/w400-h300/60EE4EF9-5C0F-40BF-88A5-D340E886B309_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>We are so blessed!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTF-d1Axhie4qV98kPwVtzNJW7VxL5HXx7CFjQwFMfE_IbKjq5o5zRygd9ZnUiU2EAHmdrbY9h9hubq8hjpBzJcrS5VfdJcS0RMrecYUr6hU-m_jvqQ4N7VBO7Zh0MWaA7-mzKBs-zOE_ok083_Sn9YR4rFtd3CaocfbLyxCAcmJ22QaF2RWXJ90G/s3088/68C80A21-856C-464F-85DC-20CA017E14D0.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2320" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTF-d1Axhie4qV98kPwVtzNJW7VxL5HXx7CFjQwFMfE_IbKjq5o5zRygd9ZnUiU2EAHmdrbY9h9hubq8hjpBzJcrS5VfdJcS0RMrecYUr6hU-m_jvqQ4N7VBO7Zh0MWaA7-mzKBs-zOE_ok083_Sn9YR4rFtd3CaocfbLyxCAcmJ22QaF2RWXJ90G/w300-h400/68C80A21-856C-464F-85DC-20CA017E14D0.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><p>It got cold!! The double wool hat, hood and red nose was in force.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJklXw78lyVseHfFQUbmNfZ7htoi8q3RHBeKnKeMYK5zWPA1y63PfUTvfeFDc1TiObJtYd35L8G-88OCtSCX9gwDYPRUT4jMKPO7NP4yhkJ-B_Q4kTQLeXc7AyTMmNcEyAgqwAfuZpaoKUiRF_Fzqclr89YbDq2cQcN2UeUVy4Y-eL-Mo0J4dguXL-/s4032/6C7A5E5D-E697-40EE-8B51-D7D3F233F1E7.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJklXw78lyVseHfFQUbmNfZ7htoi8q3RHBeKnKeMYK5zWPA1y63PfUTvfeFDc1TiObJtYd35L8G-88OCtSCX9gwDYPRUT4jMKPO7NP4yhkJ-B_Q4kTQLeXc7AyTMmNcEyAgqwAfuZpaoKUiRF_Fzqclr89YbDq2cQcN2UeUVy4Y-eL-Mo0J4dguXL-/w300-h400/6C7A5E5D-E697-40EE-8B51-D7D3F233F1E7.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>This is Beau wrapped up in holiday ribbon. Filling my giant old antique Red Wing crockery bowl. Two days later the brats were chasing and the whole table runner and bowl ended in pieces on the floor. One of my usual cries around here is "I can't have anything!". Too true. Cats are why we can't have nice things.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FkpMfqxPNfHYzN8O0Z2_TWO-ySaTnyLd_8gzo6fzQ-nyfkJt6cLVLIPbbijoOFTalECTFjcbt57Cj2rPgPSE5PnSb0f4l3GFyTeShA2A_wvF2YR0CgA6I0tMx8CDxMXIc1eBvQW34k3ezyUXSLLA7e-eePP1YUIqnZg4rPos2u_tz16XwukPcKEl/s1462/918F6F6B-27FA-4FCE-9DE6-AEA8BF404D4A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="1137" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FkpMfqxPNfHYzN8O0Z2_TWO-ySaTnyLd_8gzo6fzQ-nyfkJt6cLVLIPbbijoOFTalECTFjcbt57Cj2rPgPSE5PnSb0f4l3GFyTeShA2A_wvF2YR0CgA6I0tMx8CDxMXIc1eBvQW34k3ezyUXSLLA7e-eePP1YUIqnZg4rPos2u_tz16XwukPcKEl/s320/918F6F6B-27FA-4FCE-9DE6-AEA8BF404D4A.jpeg" width="249" /></a></div>I found this photo that came up on a FB feed and it struck me that I had seen it before. It's a great painting and amazingly similar to my own work.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEY1leI9WqQDG2e19oAF-r04vm3rG4j_A0FVb96UPMLEM-HsfxeSSW5s9kW7nn_XaypI8J2IT0-BLeF5fJRSTaxJ7JpHrQvc2lAN3DL50zezAHxa2Hzh1_jdBGU7nLEJMDRUsKfdTI8Zc1pNJBfwHXxfPPk9M1NAhImmaD5pSHeeI4R5lAvHkp8OHb/s4032/A30C0400-06D5-4E75-8BA1-3A944D102C5C.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEY1leI9WqQDG2e19oAF-r04vm3rG4j_A0FVb96UPMLEM-HsfxeSSW5s9kW7nn_XaypI8J2IT0-BLeF5fJRSTaxJ7JpHrQvc2lAN3DL50zezAHxa2Hzh1_jdBGU7nLEJMDRUsKfdTI8Zc1pNJBfwHXxfPPk9M1NAhImmaD5pSHeeI4R5lAvHkp8OHb/s320/A30C0400-06D5-4E75-8BA1-3A944D102C5C.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>My pastel artwork of our Daisy done back in the day. It won a couple purple ribbons at the Polk County, WI, fair and is a tribute to my sweetie girl.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mu5Ujy3JsdSrqNqI3g8vHAMZjtytZWY4pUzzhhQRiCUi0WRspXn4QQTT9McRnUWhMOqFMer2JuaALjNCwVZvtG20FjK3zrpAAbV0aLByBggrHgnVrXE9ydXQlajjmLxv8Txuu_tJicE_lhMb4H3Se3X6lgjHPA7DkWg4noKhganWmBPyWLqgGpq3/s960/75F3854C-E176-4436-AA2C-519083656B3F.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="960" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mu5Ujy3JsdSrqNqI3g8vHAMZjtytZWY4pUzzhhQRiCUi0WRspXn4QQTT9McRnUWhMOqFMer2JuaALjNCwVZvtG20FjK3zrpAAbV0aLByBggrHgnVrXE9ydXQlajjmLxv8Txuu_tJicE_lhMb4H3Se3X6lgjHPA7DkWg4noKhganWmBPyWLqgGpq3/s320/75F3854C-E176-4436-AA2C-519083656B3F.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Speaking of interesting photos and connections. I found this one on the Chik-wauk Resort link. The resort has been closed for decades but is now a museum of sorts on the Gunflint Trail in northern Minnesota. The place has a special meaning for us because Don's ancestor was the lead surveyor of the Gunflint Trail back in the 20's. Years later my grandmother was a widowed and, as professional cook, took a summer job at the resort. I believe this is a photo of the owner of the resort. I'm thinking this was an interesting gig for her! Don and I were married at the Gunflint Lodge in 1994. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdVUftGEwT0VXbR8V04rwEBl_Jt0L9fEc5ESkK10qKpxJ3a-MwGwdWOftE87qi40Ejr7oOvT_QaLT4PuWPjfW9Sbj5kggP50N7od37WsvMVZb-6DIjS_mrF1T9WMkdyN-POlVpXQa7Eag8_bQw6l6-fVZDIy9MdcEaABB7fsYfnQz9chhAhte7VVx/s1555/FEAEC7F2-CF10-418F-A72C-48B56E02084B.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1555" data-original-width="998" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdVUftGEwT0VXbR8V04rwEBl_Jt0L9fEc5ESkK10qKpxJ3a-MwGwdWOftE87qi40Ejr7oOvT_QaLT4PuWPjfW9Sbj5kggP50N7od37WsvMVZb-6DIjS_mrF1T9WMkdyN-POlVpXQa7Eag8_bQw6l6-fVZDIy9MdcEaABB7fsYfnQz9chhAhte7VVx/w256-h400/FEAEC7F2-CF10-418F-A72C-48B56E02084B.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><br />Out of this world! Far, far away is a tiny planet that is called Pluto. A decade or so it was determined that Pluto was not a planet and would be known as a dead star. Pluto is the planet of the sign of Scorpio, of which I take notice for November reasons. I found this photo after Pluto was seen by the new technology of deep space photography. AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL! I can't help but notice it is red, white and blue. I have had to wait years and years for this planet to rise for me. Pluto must mean "patience".</div><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-78341022458144387812022-10-30T15:55:00.001-05:002022-10-30T15:55:26.879-05:00A Far Side Favorite<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Y97eZCTKY6pO33iiz9pXKyp_3wecxz1KtEhVDD1Amu5kHXRZ2tem6ioJMiPuk1r4uheSVgFuq1BtwIxoMoGAu71OsakI9eWHgh36ARSN2URrkMNsZp4cKdtnmoaBhJxPw7gv_yh6FDbbz15Pr-2DTPc_SHQ85k4Ja0aKmqWTxUwBi-lkzcCwhzVv/s712/C166A69C-0701-4699-BAE8-85B6ECB05988.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="547" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Y97eZCTKY6pO33iiz9pXKyp_3wecxz1KtEhVDD1Amu5kHXRZ2tem6ioJMiPuk1r4uheSVgFuq1BtwIxoMoGAu71OsakI9eWHgh36ARSN2URrkMNsZp4cKdtnmoaBhJxPw7gv_yh6FDbbz15Pr-2DTPc_SHQ85k4Ja0aKmqWTxUwBi-lkzcCwhzVv/w308-h400/C166A69C-0701-4699-BAE8-85B6ECB05988.jpeg" width="308" /></a></div><br /> Of course, with The Far Side there are so many favorites. It hasn't gotten that bad here yet, but we do have our days when the fur flies. Much better than the beginning so I still have hope everyone is going to eventually start having fun together.<p></p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-56689404805058655102022-09-22T17:16:00.004-05:002022-09-22T17:16:57.295-05:00Blue Eyes, Baby's Got Blue Eyes<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mfQ1t6MBjt0-T7cutj4D6F65Cl1VJ_ngD-QPQthYvSXPackObkHY_4P9t9BdUmTwM7UnVlsOIvIUIbKSwu0QoctZFS4geQpM7UTQUxE3SYdKDkm4YDkse5Ow5txygLrs9bP_X8oDB_EI6t0q7jlM1ZVlMDPzRwlJxLMqi4RgCVDvh2GlxySHxQqM/s4032/BFA1D8B0-B012-4169-AD7D-781414FD2F00.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mfQ1t6MBjt0-T7cutj4D6F65Cl1VJ_ngD-QPQthYvSXPackObkHY_4P9t9BdUmTwM7UnVlsOIvIUIbKSwu0QoctZFS4geQpM7UTQUxE3SYdKDkm4YDkse5Ow5txygLrs9bP_X8oDB_EI6t0q7jlM1ZVlMDPzRwlJxLMqi4RgCVDvh2GlxySHxQqM/w300-h400/BFA1D8B0-B012-4169-AD7D-781414FD2F00.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's a Big Foot --- Yeti</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> I just love the blue eyes! When this fine fellow needed a new home, I inquired and in short order I went to pick up "Beau". The "beau-dacious" fellow is the same age as Reba and Toby Keith so it was my desire that they would join up to be one happy family. Such was not the case. Beau, the polydactyl, hid in the basement for the first week. I barely saw him and he found some tremendous hiding spots. Then just as quickly, he decided I wasn't the big scary after all. In fact, he showed me he's quite the love bug! He loves to snuggle and that's a welcome attribute as the other two are lovely, but aren't snuggly. </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yPiOuVKC7OKqybcf-DwxsavavtOHWeTKjbxJwL8s0q9KkeGs2pQZMIElhs1NT9crNuL44JY-5OJcdm8GZMKelloGx_PeAbRA9YgHF_IPSSJFjYup2WSqlvWEMoIuoOzyrkTNCdXT-BUQUMFSbhiQ7tsaDJLPf4ylhVYneNswObYR2ubIom9hYdZR/s4032/4E2FA13D-7423-40F8-BB04-F05DCB3BA4CD.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yPiOuVKC7OKqybcf-DwxsavavtOHWeTKjbxJwL8s0q9KkeGs2pQZMIElhs1NT9crNuL44JY-5OJcdm8GZMKelloGx_PeAbRA9YgHF_IPSSJFjYup2WSqlvWEMoIuoOzyrkTNCdXT-BUQUMFSbhiQ7tsaDJLPf4ylhVYneNswObYR2ubIom9hYdZR/w300-h400/4E2FA13D-7423-40F8-BB04-F05DCB3BA4CD.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gotcha Day <br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table>My Siamese addiction has been quenched for now and I hope I'll have many fun years ahead with this crew.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEiVKizPJbvNs5XgtsAdeUa9IkiCkmDXJlQoEenYvg0FD5ZHl9DaW23MPJm0Hd0HCnj9O4JSUXTH7OyQYpuZ7ipoNT0mTM2h2zMof2lKSI6AA6Eobp7LnBoh2d4qHOWAzHD27owydgnoS3urwKoKk50KPC5N2FtSEODT5aaZd7g0cxxJhPffS8Bd0/s4032/5EA704E8-C42D-49C2-963A-4FB9B79EBC78.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEiVKizPJbvNs5XgtsAdeUa9IkiCkmDXJlQoEenYvg0FD5ZHl9DaW23MPJm0Hd0HCnj9O4JSUXTH7OyQYpuZ7ipoNT0mTM2h2zMof2lKSI6AA6Eobp7LnBoh2d4qHOWAzHD27owydgnoS3urwKoKk50KPC5N2FtSEODT5aaZd7g0cxxJhPffS8Bd0/w300-h400/5EA704E8-C42D-49C2-963A-4FB9B79EBC78.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reba and Toby Keith</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-21799556797247911592022-08-07T17:35:00.000-05:002022-08-07T17:35:00.065-05:00Guerilla Gardening<p>Many years of neglect have rendered my flower beds a gigantic mess. Now that I have given myself permission to get more time "off" I have been trying to beat back the briars, nettles and poison ivy. Yes, one of my favorite little beds has a healthy crop of it. Long sleeves and great care are necessary to uproot these trespassers. I wasn't so lucky in the past and did manage to get some nasty rashes. One even took a trip to the dr to get a course of prednisone to get it under control. No fun!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJ89Is0Icqf_LzhiGeo7JD18QuMfcaZ9ptsLSOKSzMi9J1S3rvN3B1PIHtkNGwPbURgR0iDrdcosDjtC408_jepGjdHP8Gj3ddEQa-WgbXFDAcU0CJ6agvBPz71o_FCrNQdyHVYTwTEdrNbuwS2T0iZE7tNxZGnw7ore3Qzn24N1vlwaPdeCf0AMI/s4032/716D06D3-D05A-4C97-8AD9-71C1C5421AAD.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJ89Is0Icqf_LzhiGeo7JD18QuMfcaZ9ptsLSOKSzMi9J1S3rvN3B1PIHtkNGwPbURgR0iDrdcosDjtC408_jepGjdHP8Gj3ddEQa-WgbXFDAcU0CJ6agvBPz71o_FCrNQdyHVYTwTEdrNbuwS2T0iZE7tNxZGnw7ore3Qzn24N1vlwaPdeCf0AMI/s320/716D06D3-D05A-4C97-8AD9-71C1C5421AAD.jpeg" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeawsD1G0GA3MwY9ddR5FVoSFDW9iB3IZrhhxNfeehC3_5mXwkxEGj6m9KHHCV1DQMSRGxzM_P_5S_FX8CHOIORZy_iFtw2pFtzCWuoPD4-PcKjUN2XsyRzzd_8sDvCqynqd3-Sh-zUGySGySjleN9rMuOGOxrLH5Oyr3z3JDx4sCbRII0hJU7KVd/s4032/6885F5A9-902A-46DE-B2D9-037EA87CB85C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeawsD1G0GA3MwY9ddR5FVoSFDW9iB3IZrhhxNfeehC3_5mXwkxEGj6m9KHHCV1DQMSRGxzM_P_5S_FX8CHOIORZy_iFtw2pFtzCWuoPD4-PcKjUN2XsyRzzd_8sDvCqynqd3-Sh-zUGySGySjleN9rMuOGOxrLH5Oyr3z3JDx4sCbRII0hJU7KVd/w217-h321/6885F5A9-902A-46DE-B2D9-037EA87CB85C.jpeg" width="217" /></a></div><br /></div>The pics are not of my flower garden. It wasn't quite that bad! This is out along a trail on our property and it's a good place to avoid because it is loaded with poison ivy.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QoDA3eXSJYOiF5fqyxslHyQVkI9xdzIQWZ0OH0OHVxVMPHCXMddY5bbL5jF6K0rljB9enDfze8n3Qogs5w17hMlflQMvc3rK6RKTvqBQ4_94Un43DTtxwIk_LXYs0WVrVczLKWWczbQRB_hTn--ZqRr6gyvwU4DTDxyeXhN4VlYoDH5j3PYhFeP2/s4032/C083DAED-8F0B-467E-993C-3DDD6F032747.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QoDA3eXSJYOiF5fqyxslHyQVkI9xdzIQWZ0OH0OHVxVMPHCXMddY5bbL5jF6K0rljB9enDfze8n3Qogs5w17hMlflQMvc3rK6RKTvqBQ4_94Un43DTtxwIk_LXYs0WVrVczLKWWczbQRB_hTn--ZqRr6gyvwU4DTDxyeXhN4VlYoDH5j3PYhFeP2/s320/C083DAED-8F0B-467E-993C-3DDD6F032747.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div><p>Here is a happier pic of the glory of summer! Getting my many areas prepped for some new plantings. Future plans for peonies, irises and day lilies that need some TLC.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQwasjJBkj8pe2_2ScsKJSwQgR0Iq91BWF3zDwtntL82RnXNIznSUzrQj-WkkxdoxnaQJxKntQYLmlj5Da21c_GO3z94cwuJpxlUOsk2MQjhDoyMbwyrAi3MQtzONpcIoUKQTE1MmEXXsRwnhcFu2CCKoOCw7oV_KHOwLZdlZAV6JULDEfVNB4ROE/s4032/0EDC180C-4264-410B-B015-8B5A12B4EC6C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQwasjJBkj8pe2_2ScsKJSwQgR0Iq91BWF3zDwtntL82RnXNIznSUzrQj-WkkxdoxnaQJxKntQYLmlj5Da21c_GO3z94cwuJpxlUOsk2MQjhDoyMbwyrAi3MQtzONpcIoUKQTE1MmEXXsRwnhcFu2CCKoOCw7oV_KHOwLZdlZAV6JULDEfVNB4ROE/s320/0EDC180C-4264-410B-B015-8B5A12B4EC6C.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The summer has been drying up our backwater slough. Winnie has a ball running through the shallow water. Swimming in deeper water is so much work! The low water is pretty sad because there are a lot of little creatures who are in peril. Hope they can go under the mud and wait it out until it gets wetter out there. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxSPZfGjYH0jZbpv3dnfk4PtgRDg_lbbd1W2FI9LfNWGd12hlmPRQpNgNKdyd7l_OA6UNk11XMlyBZ53vC2bVr3bUTYljYBrYlIjtTgjZsPwiKTH0CHOi174PZ88XWhE6J3nafkqoHYJMEkPMxFH59EIkPRqk2mf4DZALpB7bv9gyHHjUmwwA5XCO/s4032/1566440B-701D-4C2A-BA47-C09C4F916C8D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxSPZfGjYH0jZbpv3dnfk4PtgRDg_lbbd1W2FI9LfNWGd12hlmPRQpNgNKdyd7l_OA6UNk11XMlyBZ53vC2bVr3bUTYljYBrYlIjtTgjZsPwiKTH0CHOi174PZ88XWhE6J3nafkqoHYJMEkPMxFH59EIkPRqk2mf4DZALpB7bv9gyHHjUmwwA5XCO/s320/1566440B-701D-4C2A-BA47-C09C4F916C8D.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy as a clam? Maybe not right now. This one would be a tasty treat for an eagle or raccoon in the shallow water. Windsor and I have walked across the creek several times and on one expedition I spied an empty clam shell tented on the sand. I picked it up and found THREE little bronze leopard frogs were seeking shelter under it! Two jumped off and one stayed as I replaced the tent shelter over him. What a will to survive and make do. I felt bad I disrupted their day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZyy-2wKalH_W3Arc7_fERBwsA1zTQ6q6mM5tUCdFxbprCVcIk6ssUOw0TEY0dm7MdHBEc9CH0dHhPW0TV5jNASn07bYw1NxF8W-Qn0iYolwNVw1dgQ_Jc2oJNEJl8xvLlEEET0k2Hsw1ZazGRbw_qj9fr44GHmiywkfLluy0WBK0smtb9GgKO4mb/s4032/A951B43B-2C98-42BC-8BD7-224BAA024F46.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZyy-2wKalH_W3Arc7_fERBwsA1zTQ6q6mM5tUCdFxbprCVcIk6ssUOw0TEY0dm7MdHBEc9CH0dHhPW0TV5jNASn07bYw1NxF8W-Qn0iYolwNVw1dgQ_Jc2oJNEJl8xvLlEEET0k2Hsw1ZazGRbw_qj9fr44GHmiywkfLluy0WBK0smtb9GgKO4mb/s320/A951B43B-2C98-42BC-8BD7-224BAA024F46.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The brilliant red cardinal flower is unmistakable and such a happy find. The bottom lands are blessed with little patches here and there. They are well hidden in the big picture because they are shaded by taller plants, but easy to see when up close and personal. The swamp milkweed is blooming and at first I thought it was Joe Pye Weed until I studied it further. Many plants have look-alikes so it's handy to have some good reference books to sort it out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFWlL3k8SBspmvUUw4YaejsPYXHZr6MaScIExdV57CJI2VYhGvw-kKngXNvfQsogApIr8yccVMja7mQkBh7NNgRJygoZLUciE1E68_NNyk0NyQDTeyVP72Q8cDMB0G5Su5lX-RxxPFSeMDZU8VIZVFm7IpCjOsLVAThSawDJlpLU1Y5mmGXCEoOq0/s4032/6034B1A0-C33B-4291-A4D8-F23DAC175B0F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFWlL3k8SBspmvUUw4YaejsPYXHZr6MaScIExdV57CJI2VYhGvw-kKngXNvfQsogApIr8yccVMja7mQkBh7NNgRJygoZLUciE1E68_NNyk0NyQDTeyVP72Q8cDMB0G5Su5lX-RxxPFSeMDZU8VIZVFm7IpCjOsLVAThSawDJlpLU1Y5mmGXCEoOq0/s320/6034B1A0-C33B-4291-A4D8-F23DAC175B0F.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The swamp milkweed is so pretty and made a lovely photo in the early morning light.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This place is an absolute herbal pharmacy. The study of the native plants was introduced to me by Susan Yerigen who had an herbal tincture business. She first supplied Don with teasel to help him with the effects of Lyme disease. She has made scores of tinctures and works closely with Matthew Wood who is a world renowned herbalist who, we are happy to say, lives in our area. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His book "The Book of Herbal Wisdom" is packed full of the history of medicinal plants and uses for healing. He has many other books but this is the one I've been working on for the past couple years. So much to absorb and many are right outside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm a very beginner, however it has given me great joy to be able to walk through our woods and know the faces and names of those lovelies who have lived here for centuries. Especially that one named Ivy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-6716533477070801882022-06-26T16:59:00.000-05:002022-06-26T16:59:55.234-05:00Outnumbered<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-bH5cBQxksu5rknzLKnBDfHkXy01q958_lbDFmzx1LyL25Vl2WtPrrLuRDR11BgbnxnDOkJ07AvZ1fX79bLOWaPQoqnWWh7GCOjfHxrr0rQMdkq7LVqLqW4O3ZRAUweIq_5GLXUAGMh84hj5_ZHywNieAAKYymL8eTu80B6yKPeysCaxyAat2CBP/s4032/55BE5A2A-D8CF-4DF4-AA17-6E7D7D85D01A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="483" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-bH5cBQxksu5rknzLKnBDfHkXy01q958_lbDFmzx1LyL25Vl2WtPrrLuRDR11BgbnxnDOkJ07AvZ1fX79bLOWaPQoqnWWh7GCOjfHxrr0rQMdkq7LVqLqW4O3ZRAUweIq_5GLXUAGMh84hj5_ZHywNieAAKYymL8eTu80B6yKPeysCaxyAat2CBP/w362-h483/55BE5A2A-D8CF-4DF4-AA17-6E7D7D85D01A.jpeg" width="362" /></a></div>All rules are out the window. I have been outvoted on the finer points required for gracious living. Life indeed has gone to the dog ...... and cats! Don't get me started on the husband.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The crash coming from the kitchen might be a tape dispenser being commandeered. Or a can of cat food being slammed to the floor. A demanding bunch, indeed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Miss Reba has an interesting habit of escaping the house. She is so stealthy I might not notice until it's headcount time. She used to just go under my truck, or maybe up a tree, but lately I have had to stalk the backyard with a flashlight and hope I see her eyes and not that of a predator.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last evening she pulled her disappearing act and had the whole house in an uproar. Toby was calling from the open windows as I looked for her! He ran window to window, calling the whole way. Windsor was on red alert and went with me on the search. Last time she was in the green shed. This time she appeared over the rock wall totally unaware of the peril that could end her life quickly.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-46582934622771137032022-04-11T19:44:00.003-05:002022-04-11T19:44:44.796-05:00Easing into Retirement?<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPA-UPvFsjvqILlxm6FEHrIhmDKE_TeCVGw2Y9ZO7y2HvepoGhlrvWkOOXkEvQHNgvejZan21-jnEA7gqdzSYDQiGs_oggyXNI29A02VgfjcXz0Ym8WYQzk7yqaMEuRC67ZL3KwGanKLRfezMBaDm7-XPBF00LxPd99ks2dBqS9ssgculq3DJ-MmDO/s4032/A4C07D2C-85F7-4A73-BAD3-1E28542A226F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPA-UPvFsjvqILlxm6FEHrIhmDKE_TeCVGw2Y9ZO7y2HvepoGhlrvWkOOXkEvQHNgvejZan21-jnEA7gqdzSYDQiGs_oggyXNI29A02VgfjcXz0Ym8WYQzk7yqaMEuRC67ZL3KwGanKLRfezMBaDm7-XPBF00LxPd99ks2dBqS9ssgculq3DJ-MmDO/w262-h349/A4C07D2C-85F7-4A73-BAD3-1E28542A226F.jpeg" width="262" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Horses will come out of retirement </td></tr></tbody></table><br />I can barely say the R word, but I have been working my way to it since the new year. After a hellish lead up and through the holidays I have to say....I've had it....kind of. After a stern talk with myself I think I finally got it. Nobody cares how hard I work. If I don't care enough to take care of myself no one is going to do it for me. So, before I have "the big one" I have cut back dramatically on shop offerings. Meaning, I will do things I like to do and for customers who have been with me since the beginning. It's still fun to have a little something to do every morning and I love having my friend, Lisa, here to do the packing up part. I just need to make life simpler.</p><p>Seems easy enough! In fact it has been going nicely. The first thing I did after the cut-back was to take back weekends. It has taken these few months to catch up on chores that have been ignored for years. Naps get to be taken! I'm reading books! I dawdle with the newspaper! I applied for my social security! Wow. Where did all that time go?</p><p>Future plans are to do the bare minimum, get reacquainted with my horses and grow some vegetables. That's enough of the power plan for now.</p><p><br /></p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-19398688527371081752022-04-11T19:10:00.002-05:002022-04-11T19:10:56.953-05:00Toby Keith Joins The Family<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPdfqFPPaSfwAISX44iBoC45YrxCRWToULZ3HYv1MWIdP6GBkj70B30sJ5W_UDYFyoYXYAXdwAstG9Dkdzcd91Nq-nHgQeK-Rg8tdAfn1uPCWN2LXLBmMgjZapn0qHV0AjcVP4dl113i-2_V0k53UZ4n60dPOffz355a5Acr0K0ySDszQyGRrMFvQ/s2048/B35DC90E-8C7A-481C-A484-8A4C48BDC148.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPdfqFPPaSfwAISX44iBoC45YrxCRWToULZ3HYv1MWIdP6GBkj70B30sJ5W_UDYFyoYXYAXdwAstG9Dkdzcd91Nq-nHgQeK-Rg8tdAfn1uPCWN2LXLBmMgjZapn0qHV0AjcVP4dl113i-2_V0k53UZ4n60dPOffz355a5Acr0K0ySDszQyGRrMFvQ/w302-h403/B35DC90E-8C7A-481C-A484-8A4C48BDC148.jpeg" width="302" /></a></div>Shortly after Zsa Zsa arrived, I was so fortunate to adopt this little fellow from Community Cat Coalition in Rice Lake. He came with the name Tramp but he seemed more like Toby to me; hence the full name of Toby Keith. He's a performer for sure. I got to talk to the nice folks who took him to the shelter. They did their best for him with shots, neuter, and a safe place but his catenality just didn't fit with their lifestyle. The couple was described as elderly at the shelter and they found him to be quite unsafe! He has a knack for getting underfoot and that doesn't work well when one is trying hard not to break a hip. Yes, he is a dickens, too. Once we got him home he sort of "came out of the box". He eats like a fiend and often. He's gained about five pounds already. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AxAc-ykcO_740QUwa35FCEgm_3sJEAsuRyhzP6gmtSoP9MUeeyb295vmlCy2sEx6N4T7MiCzDHScLI640uLhsWJok61dsyHcK18wv3vzVpfK7RsvXepcawqqHeh3pzWyQTqWyjlg_uTyNJYb8lxfglkIJrRAX3LKwlfj-6AElSbq8SmcTi4Z9poA/s4032/B41C3D8D-03F4-469F-A636-89A49A97B50F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AxAc-ykcO_740QUwa35FCEgm_3sJEAsuRyhzP6gmtSoP9MUeeyb295vmlCy2sEx6N4T7MiCzDHScLI640uLhsWJok61dsyHcK18wv3vzVpfK7RsvXepcawqqHeh3pzWyQTqWyjlg_uTyNJYb8lxfglkIJrRAX3LKwlfj-6AElSbq8SmcTi4Z9poA/s320/B41C3D8D-03F4-469F-A636-89A49A97B50F.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Since one performer in the house wasn't enough, we renamed Zsa Zsa to be Reba. Reba and Toby Keith however, don't always get along. No fault of Reba's but Toby (the Toad) is a bully so a lot of time goes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63Xughyfa43qsmjRBStBPKyvJVc0aRAhyKWIvX3LBXBm9nRBwbEaQfr06x919noNyq3KiP-G60rDI_HRHwFuLb5tA5CAYYc2yHV56roQvR57YPRgjS8WDaLa4m6wHwL8bzBi3cxGr4yqjnddF9dOrLtfIsqnYfgM2PoVi907TrdB5PD4iY-M0geRC/s4032/127F6A7A-7A5D-4207-9521-2DE7A8758DA5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63Xughyfa43qsmjRBStBPKyvJVc0aRAhyKWIvX3LBXBm9nRBwbEaQfr06x919noNyq3KiP-G60rDI_HRHwFuLb5tA5CAYYc2yHV56roQvR57YPRgjS8WDaLa4m6wHwL8bzBi3cxGr4yqjnddF9dOrLtfIsqnYfgM2PoVi907TrdB5PD4iY-M0geRC/s320/127F6A7A-7A5D-4207-9521-2DE7A8758DA5.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />into social engineering truces between the two. Windsor loves them both and is happiest when chasing Toby around the house. And, yes, I have given up on the "off the table" commands. How do ya like me now!<div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /> </p></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-3928684068049391062021-12-08T07:14:00.003-06:002021-12-08T07:19:36.512-06:00A New Season<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It has only taken me three months to finally sit and update. Why? Because time passes quickly and a lot of tiny things add up to a year. While life seems stagnant from the big picture view, our little days have their own ups and downs. The pup, Windsor, continues his march toward one year old on January 6.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kz3l81Hqas8/YbCoMMlKGdI/AAAAAAAACbI/VHmXA-Ur-nwq2xj2-fmO_4TU_jCJEFQhACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/F24DC4E8-67DD-4D59-9326-8004E79CBCAD.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1539" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kz3l81Hqas8/YbCoMMlKGdI/AAAAAAAACbI/VHmXA-Ur-nwq2xj2-fmO_4TU_jCJEFQhACNcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/F24DC4E8-67DD-4D59-9326-8004E79CBCAD.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>Fun in the creek. Look at those ears! He's in the state of pure joy. Non-stop activity for this one. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GVoKDHMUP0/YbCpal_BMfI/AAAAAAAACbQ/VbTtcCFpz7QclCJc99il_4g2mmj74XKcwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/180D530C-AFDF-4637-BB46-512C239B9082.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GVoKDHMUP0/YbCpal_BMfI/AAAAAAAACbQ/VbTtcCFpz7QclCJc99il_4g2mmj74XKcwCNcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/180D530C-AFDF-4637-BB46-512C239B9082.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>The last tree to turn every year and so gorgeous. That white truck was targeted by a tiny destructive wire-eating pest. After TWO trips to the dealer for repaired wires it seemed the problem was solved when I trapped a shrew. Don said they would chew on anything! $600 later and the problem hasn't returned.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFWF02iP7ks/YbCsPGMm5HI/AAAAAAAACbY/QRLwBVeBMzAALcR-S96NAXbsE4IKtMlpgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/E1963038-88DE-481B-919F-F2CB0C6F5792.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFWF02iP7ks/YbCsPGMm5HI/AAAAAAAACbY/QRLwBVeBMzAALcR-S96NAXbsE4IKtMlpgCNcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/E1963038-88DE-481B-919F-F2CB0C6F5792.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGPrBlu49OM/YbCsxBdaMJI/AAAAAAAACbg/F_iBQt8mT8gjlwHLGlY_w5r68yoB4bGewCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/1941A3B2-EDAD-42B0-BD33-D2C4E4FEB081.heic" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGPrBlu49OM/YbCsxBdaMJI/AAAAAAAACbg/F_iBQt8mT8gjlwHLGlY_w5r68yoB4bGewCNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/1941A3B2-EDAD-42B0-BD33-D2C4E4FEB081.heic" width="400" /></a></div></div></blockquote><br />We lost two more of our family members this year. Molly had to leave us in August and Timber left just a week ago. Both had well-lived their 16 years and for five whole days I was catless for the first time in over 30 years. That situation was promptly addressed by perfectly timed arrival of Miss Zsa Zsa.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1f59P5KmMvg/YbCuaeuRf3I/AAAAAAAACbo/_NQDqgUzpkU39Gt2uRLIJovvgRYTNhDXQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/28635C36-4744-4EA1-BB07-A2E4DCA377C9.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1f59P5KmMvg/YbCuaeuRf3I/AAAAAAAACbo/_NQDqgUzpkU39Gt2uRLIJovvgRYTNhDXQCNcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/28635C36-4744-4EA1-BB07-A2E4DCA377C9.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>She and a whole passel of kittens and young adults was found by kind people who took it upon themselves to find homes for everyone. And they did! They were dumped but very friendly and all were rounded up and kept safe from the cold. Zsa Zsa is an interesting mix of Siamese (my all time favorite) and rabbit. Her fur is AMAZINGLY soft....just like a bunny. She has made herself right at home in my heart.<br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /> </p></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-11997922030839756922021-07-16T16:17:00.002-05:002021-07-16T16:53:00.068-05:00Finding a Happy Place<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRtUy6BDL9M/YPHwskIRW6I/AAAAAAAACZY/9x5k167xJFYGXMFWJ1n8XaEaRVn2QGW7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/7B46895F-6080-42A3-B322-566C08E1CB64.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRtUy6BDL9M/YPHwskIRW6I/AAAAAAAACZY/9x5k167xJFYGXMFWJ1n8XaEaRVn2QGW7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/7B46895F-6080-42A3-B322-566C08E1CB64.jpeg" /></a></div>The outside of a horse is good for the inside of this girl. Getting out for a little jaunt can get me out of my head for a respite. A reminder that God is in control and His will, in His time. All happens for reasons He knows. Reminds me of an old tv series......"Patience, Grasshopper." <div><br /></div><div>I'm still immensely pissed off about Phoebe's dognapping. Knowing what we know about the abductor, and heaven only knows the "why", has continued to be distressing. Speculation has been made that he's in dementia. All we know is he's a destructive opportunist who came to our house as a welcomed visitor and returned a second time for the express reason of taking our dog. And why not? He spent nearly all his time here asking questions about her. Admiring her. Inquiring. "How old is she?" "Do we like her?" "Does she retrieve?" "She would be nice to take out to North Dakota pheasant hunting!" "Is she up to date on her shots?" Seemingly innocent questions, albeit probing, until she disappears a day and a half later. We've done what we can to investigate through the law. He even went to the sheriff's office to complain about ME making derogatory comments about him on Facebook! Sounds like a little old man who has a guilty conscience. At any rate, he dumped her off with someone one else. The deputies didn't find her at his home. We have done everything we can to try to locate her. I can only pray she is with someone who will take good care of her. </div><div><p></p><p>In the meantime we have a new doggie soul to nurture and he has been my constant companion. Starting over with a boy pup this time is new for me. I have never had a male dog. Windsor is six months old now and looking good. He's full of all that puppy charm and mischief, but has been amazingly less destructive than Phoebe. He knows his name. He comes when he is called. AMAZING, indeed. Maybe we got an easy one this time. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-H-ZpZ_A1M/YPH1QIhbItI/AAAAAAAACZo/EH3Dhyb3ZtEeIaSXW5A3mBO0W6yBc648ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/D7B51123-256E-466A-95C4-57C1B0172813.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="269" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-H-ZpZ_A1M/YPH1QIhbItI/AAAAAAAACZo/EH3Dhyb3ZtEeIaSXW5A3mBO0W6yBc648ACLcBGAsYHQ/w202-h269/D7B51123-256E-466A-95C4-57C1B0172813.heic" width="202" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaJ2P9QdcHQ/YPHy3ninN3I/AAAAAAAACZg/Owdkop_2Qk0Ypjv2Hmi5YUjEo9fN6dawwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/339423C9-3ED7-47CD-A6E4-C06F117C611D.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaJ2P9QdcHQ/YPHy3ninN3I/AAAAAAAACZg/Owdkop_2Qk0Ypjv2Hmi5YUjEo9fN6dawwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h266/339423C9-3ED7-47CD-A6E4-C06F117C611D.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He was born four days after Phoebe was abducted. He was going to be the "little brother" and after two other failed attempts to get a pup from this particular breeder, we got this one by default. He was returned to the breeder because he was declared "too vicious". I don't think those Iowa folks had experienced a puppy before because, well....puppies bite! They had no patience for it so I made the trip to Wisconsin Rapids to pick him up in March. He's a brown clown like they all are! I so wish Phoebe was here to help burn off some of that puppy energy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Like most people, we are trying to "get back to normal", whatever the hell that means anymore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-6135526358328280112021-03-06T08:03:00.001-06:002021-03-06T08:03:28.704-06:00Nine Weeks<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrR3PUs4R_E/YEOLT8ViKzI/AAAAAAAACYA/R2btvLYFmkYOUwKPtmRFwqynuXD_LFsLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/55039833-42F1-48A4-A34B-7E5A9ED7C00E_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrR3PUs4R_E/YEOLT8ViKzI/AAAAAAAACYA/R2btvLYFmkYOUwKPtmRFwqynuXD_LFsLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/55039833-42F1-48A4-A34B-7E5A9ED7C00E_1_201_a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">An old timer, Timber, and Phoebe always shared Mum's comfy chair together. Timber misses his buddy, too. Phoebe has been gone for 9 weeks and a day doesn't pass that she isn't missed.</span><p></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It's hard to describe the feeling of loss. It's physical in the heart. A twisting pound. A trembling down the arms. It is with us first thing in the morning and the last thing at night. It often torments us for hours in the middle of the night. The silent tears. There is the knowing...that she is out there. The unknowing...where? It certainly doesn't help one's health. Especially Don's who has said "All I want to do is spend my last years with a dog." Who takes a dog from old people? Maybe another oldster who has lost some cells. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">There are many eyes out there and it is so encouraging to get calls from people who are looking. I pray every day that God will bless us with Phoebe's return.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-8901922717195363582021-01-10T21:37:00.004-06:002021-01-10T21:40:41.576-06:00Phoebe is Missing<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyuczPqMP-0/X_vD841p-XI/AAAAAAAACXQ/OhUB3O3e0hAq1qVGtVLwDaCxKseP-lp4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1650/5AAF82AB-355B-4D95-92CA-2E13370BA81D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1275" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyuczPqMP-0/X_vD841p-XI/AAAAAAAACXQ/OhUB3O3e0hAq1qVGtVLwDaCxKseP-lp4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w309-h400/5AAF82AB-355B-4D95-92CA-2E13370BA81D.png" width="309" /></a></div><br />We thought 2020 was going away but it followed us into the new year. Somewhere in the span of 20 minutes our world was rocked on the second of January. It happened when we took a quick walk back into the house at 3 pm. while she played outside as happens every day. When I came back out she was gone. <p></p><p>I searched our woods until 9 pm. Sunday we had a search party with eight people covering every bit of our 200 ac. Neighbors came to help. I got the poster going with Lost Dogs of Wisconsin. Many shares on Facebook. Word was out, but no words have come back. It's been a week.</p><p>Someone has her. Someone knows they have a valuable hunting dog. Someone stole the joy and happiness of our household and we are heartsick. </p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-72754779695754600682020-12-31T21:04:00.003-06:002020-12-31T21:04:32.126-06:002020.....Good Riddance<p> Don't let the door hit you on the ... on the way out! </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCzyJAZo5fM/X-6OB4wTaTI/AAAAAAAACXA/hBghNO_C3CYzMGrXBLuiO-ByFWlmsyM-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/7E0DD56A-7E44-4162-AF98-66AD7FE33A67.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCzyJAZo5fM/X-6OB4wTaTI/AAAAAAAACXA/hBghNO_C3CYzMGrXBLuiO-ByFWlmsyM-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/7E0DD56A-7E44-4162-AF98-66AD7FE33A67.jpeg" /></a></div><p>Now back to rainbows and butterflies, right? Not so fast. If only a turning of the calendar page could magically change the upside-down world we find ourselves in.</p><p>I haven't heard much about New Years Resolutions this year. Maybe it's hitting a little too close to New Years Revolutions. </p><p>At any rate, I do wish for all a Happy New Year!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-19691988375191859042020-12-19T21:16:00.001-06:002020-12-19T21:16:40.107-06:00Season of Greetings<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pzk3Tuh8QY/X96nMEdU7mI/AAAAAAAACWY/hA15IAEfBDsDqYDmkLSe72ZbU7BCxkhxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/0362F385-669C-4ACE-8BF8-CA485781C8A0.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pzk3Tuh8QY/X96nMEdU7mI/AAAAAAAACWY/hA15IAEfBDsDqYDmkLSe72ZbU7BCxkhxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/0362F385-669C-4ACE-8BF8-CA485781C8A0.heic" /></a></div>This is my little outside tree I picked off the edge of the woods last Saturday. It's a scruffy little blob of cedar that was begging to be a decoration. It was beautiful out and I got to drive my tractor to pick up some boughs, hauled yard debris away and puttered along on the trails. I haven't had time to do anything like that for so long and it was a wonderful change of pace before the last big push that was going to be the coming week. <p></p><p>Now, it's a week later and the last Saturday before Christmas! I ran to town for a few things and found a strange truck parked at our service drive to the hay field. Mmmmm. Was still there when I got back so I snapped a pic of the license plate and headed home. A few minutes later a neighbor dropped in and reported someone told him of a couple apparent hunters had gone in and we might want to know about it. That led to a quick call to the sheriff's office and soon we heard back from a deputy. He was just wrapping up a situation with an inebriated person (at 11 in the a.m.) and that he would be on his way. Not knowing where the trespassers might be, he called in the local game warden and within an hour they had located the interlopers.</p><p>The vehicle was local, but the "gentlemen" were visitors from Kentucky. They were driving an ATV on their way ice fishing! There are MANY places to ice fish but they, probably tempted by Google Maps, chose about the worst place possible. They had gone across two posted properties, crossed the railroad tracks (also illegal), and were then on State property, with a vehicle that is not allowed on State property. To top it they were STUCK with the ATV and couldn't get themselves out! I</p><p>We were given the option of pressing charges, or, as it was suggested, let the warden issue citations for their offenses. We chose the latter. I would be curious if they had fishing licenses, but that's the wardens call!</p><p>After that little kerfuffle I was ready for a break. I headed out to the shop to finish up the last few orders and was merrily soldering along when Don called. My talented herbalist friend, Susan, was on her way to visit! YAY!! It has been way too long since I have seen her. The past three years have been so hard on her. First she lost her husband to cancer. Then she had a house fire that required a year long process in the total rebuilding of her house. After that she had a stroke and nearly died! All this grief on a tiny woman who is about 80 pounds of pure grit and strength!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNfqPXXCw7I/X966YChigoI/AAAAAAAACWs/4AY4b30uAXcIsQVtkTUAfXwLRbOcYYfmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/120E41AC-088B-4202-B7A3-7D468CF3623E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNfqPXXCw7I/X966YChigoI/AAAAAAAACWs/4AY4b30uAXcIsQVtkTUAfXwLRbOcYYfmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w260-h188/120E41AC-088B-4202-B7A3-7D468CF3623E.jpeg" title="2014" width="260" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Friends foto from 2014<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>We have tried to visit many times but there was always something that would happen to prevent it. Today was the day I would finally get to lay eyes on my dear friend. She tiptoed into the shop and, to heck with Covid, we hugged a long embrace and just breathed, laughed and did it again! She runs a very successful herbal tincture business all by herself and we compared notes on the demands of all that, and how it never seems to let up, and how lucky we are to have that opportunity. So much more than we ever would have guessed or expected. We went to the house for coffee, talked with Don, and the state of stuff these days. The Covid. Vaccinations. We are all of "that age where....things could happen". The round table concurred that we choose not to live in fear. <div><br /></div><div>We walked back out to her giant black Ford truck and had another long hug. Promises followed to not let so much time pass before the next reunion. Forward thoughts to spring and herb hunts to come. Reminiscence of past gatherings of the cinquefoil and horse rides. She hoisted her tiny body onto the booster seat of the massive vehicle and maneuvered down the driveway. Waves and hand hearts to you, my friend. The best gift of the season.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="www.walkerherbs.com" target="_blank">Walker Herbs, Arkansaw, WI</a><br /></div><div> <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-14116343995573070132020-12-06T11:08:00.001-06:002020-12-06T11:08:24.948-06:00The Look of Love<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UESNL9HAd0w/X8Q2AdVY7oI/AAAAAAAACV8/plcP5G5JfCgFuWJewXgfuz534zTA3dMYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/48ADFE6C-419D-48B4-B81A-CE8BE7296ACF.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UESNL9HAd0w/X8Q2AdVY7oI/AAAAAAAACV8/plcP5G5JfCgFuWJewXgfuz534zTA3dMYQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/48ADFE6C-419D-48B4-B81A-CE8BE7296ACF.heic" width="400" /></a></div><p>Having a small discussion about WHO gets the chair! I know I need some time in it.</p><p>Crazy busy at the Etsy shop these days, but I did make an executive decision to hold off on taking new orders until after the first of the year. Having 60 orders backed up wasn't giving me that peaceful easy feeling! The USPS has been working overtime destroying my shipments and trying to keep up and stay sane was a losing proposition. </p><p>I am keeping a number of "ready to ship" items at the ready so I can clear some of what is on the shelves. That also means that regular customers can still message me for needs that can get on "the list" as I'm able to work them in.</p><p>This is the first time in five years that I have done this. No vacations and hardly a day off during that time. I have even blogged about what my "days off" are like! Catfish Corner isn't good at taking care of itself.</p><p><b>The summer of changes</b></p><p>I finally convinced Don (with friend Bob's testimonial) to see a Lyme specialist in Winona. Little did we know the amount of adjustment to our lives that would result in. Doing nothing certainly wasn't helping.</p><p>After lots of very specialized lab tests it was determined he has a severe intolerance to gluten, and the "elimination diet" noted lots of foods that were detrimental to his system. All are responsible for causing system wide inflammation. Food was now the enemy; no wheat/gluten/bread, no eggs, no dairy, no sugar, no alcohol, no processed anything! A Whole Foods diet was put in place with fruits (some), lots of veg, meat, rice, oats, nuts. I'm doing this along with him since it would feel irresponsible to eat a pizza while he can't enjoy anything fun. It's lots of slicing and dicing. And lots of weight loss! I haven't been this light since.......forever? Maybe early high school. His 200# former self is now a svelte 165. And sadly he's still prediabetic. </p><p>The lyme bacterias were alive and functioning as well. A small army of supplements and a variety of antibiotics were marshaled to the front. Mold in the body....I have never heard of that, but he's being treated for it. No wonder he's having so much trouble walking.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-31864699053216999252020-09-06T11:06:00.001-05:002020-09-06T11:06:37.164-05:00A Year Later<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRyZeWzUxj4/X1UHz0vZ_XI/AAAAAAAACUg/txR5ICJD1kU-NXvHRKDOndzifnHG13zigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1408/9C5A053A-A0E6-4945-8EEB-B98246181891_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1408" height="220" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRyZeWzUxj4/X1UHz0vZ_XI/AAAAAAAACUg/txR5ICJD1kU-NXvHRKDOndzifnHG13zigCLcBGAsYHQ/w256-h220/9C5A053A-A0E6-4945-8EEB-B98246181891_1_201_a.jpeg" width="256" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-nbocZqMj4/X1UHcd0WaHI/AAAAAAAACUY/kk63Os8ZTcIkDkE_0yJ4mtW-Jk7w2EjGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/3322D646-1CCA-41A0-A1CE-D02206413E91_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1706" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-nbocZqMj4/X1UHcd0WaHI/AAAAAAAACUY/kk63Os8ZTcIkDkE_0yJ4mtW-Jk7w2EjGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w214-h256/3322D646-1CCA-41A0-A1CE-D02206413E91_1_201_a.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><br />Last Labor Day I picked up our new Chesapeake pup, Phoebe. She's done some growing in the past year! The one dog wrecking crew has several accomplishments over the year. No novice dog trials or ribbons, just a half stack of firewood dragged throughout a yard that sports lots of leg-breaker holes.<br /> <p></p>sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-43724993193205330352020-09-04T17:35:00.000-05:002020-09-04T17:35:58.979-05:00Sad Summer Ends<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99RbKzvQWSY/X1K4HuRAC9I/AAAAAAAACTw/cVyXHbi7uBgn4shmClce9sFKYXSG9rgigCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/6A76659E-249A-496D-928C-44FA7A36D9E8.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99RbKzvQWSY/X1K4HuRAC9I/AAAAAAAACTw/cVyXHbi7uBgn4shmClce9sFKYXSG9rgigCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/6A76659E-249A-496D-928C-44FA7A36D9E8.heic" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Yup.....still here. Summer is over and it went too fast. The Covid fiasco has continued and all the resulting craziness. Here's pic of my favorite hen...Susie the Speckled Suffolk. She WAS the sweetest one of the flock. Followed me around! Let me pick her up! She evidently was "picked up" by a predator, as have most of the flock. Down to nine hens. No rooster anymore either. I'm just hoping the remaining nine are the SMART ones who will stay out of harms way. No more chicks until spring.....maybe. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnTlPyNbiNs/X1K5auiuo6I/AAAAAAAACT8/wW2N3GP6lDgTQrOLUi-2FGUgBYgOyZjuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/0493A4E6-DE1A-4E49-A00D-C37F6D2590A8.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="192" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnTlPyNbiNs/X1K5auiuo6I/AAAAAAAACT8/wW2N3GP6lDgTQrOLUi-2FGUgBYgOyZjuwCLcBGAsYHQ/w256-h192/0493A4E6-DE1A-4E49-A00D-C37F6D2590A8.heic" width="256" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpUvkh5dH8k/X1K5mTyHL9I/AAAAAAAACUA/eIoPbrcOxnAl6A3kKLz_V9uTrFImyRP_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/B510BD8A-9EC8-4DCD-89D2-8FA75BDF2259.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="192" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpUvkh5dH8k/X1K5mTyHL9I/AAAAAAAACUA/eIoPbrcOxnAl6A3kKLz_V9uTrFImyRP_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w256-h192/B510BD8A-9EC8-4DCD-89D2-8FA75BDF2259.heic" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then there was the cat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have prided myself as a cat whisperer; however, I met my match with this one. She showed up on Thanksgiving Day. The same day my good friend passed away. Said friend always commented if she came back she wanted to be an animal at Catfish Corner! My interest in this little refugee was keen. The food dishes were filled, and I did my best to make the new "outdoor" cat feel welcome. But, WILD, wow! This was not a friendly cat. I didn't even know if it was male or female! All I knew was it came, it went, it camped out here aaaaaaall winter through harsh conditions, tucked behind a big hay bale. No amount of kitty talk or coercing would get this feline to soften up and have a nicer life. Figured it had to be a male! The grumpy face, the battle scars. Yup, this cat is going to be called Roman. Roman the Roamer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Roman would absolutely NOT let me touch him. I got several scratches in the process even through gloves. Deciding discretion would be in order, I spent lots of time every morning and evening just sitting with Roman to no avail. He was feral and it was probably always going to be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Spring and summer arrived and Roman's mousing skills really came in handy. Since he was well fed he didn't always feel obligated to eat the catch, but would leave the bodies for me to bury. He started looking better! The fur was fluffier and when my friend, Sara, saw him she had another opinion. She thought he was a SHE! Could it be?! One day I got the proof when "he" was rolling around in the grass acting very.....receptive. OK. Now we have an issue. This is a kitty who needs an operation and she's so wild that I contacted the Pepin Feral Friends group to get her trapped so she could be spayed and returned to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe after going through that, the newly named, ROMA might become more tolerant.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Roma and I didn't get that chance. I found her body along the driveway. Claw marks on her back and side indicated a feathered predator had tried to take her! She would have fought like hell and might have been dropped. Who knows. All I knew was this white pile of fluff was lifeless. As I cradled her in my arms I found her tummy was round and full of tiny kittens who wouldn't get a chance at life. 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I got very used to nice days and took Phoebe out for some spring shed antler hunting. So far Phoebe has found one, and Ma has found three! I so lucked out with a set found in one spot. They were last year's and have been chewed on a little but that's ok! They fit me nicely.<br />
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<br />sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701290264228220261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530551262092056095.post-71101525876980888482020-02-16T07:16:00.002-06:002020-02-16T07:16:40.826-06:00Goodbye to FriendsAs the saying goes....time flies and events came and went for the past few months. Some very sad events, too. A dear friend from Luck died on Thanksgiving Day. MaryAnn Ormson and I were friends since the old "Nancy's Gifts" days which would have been about 1990. Many a good time was had at the Studio Works shop and at her home over the years. She was an excellent hostess and had a talent for decorating and entertaining. Her love of her family and friends was contagious. You just couldn't be around her without delighting in her grace and humor. She could draw people in and just made them feel special. Her son Jon and husband Al were already in heaven to meet her. I'm sure they had an exciting reunion where all her earthly pain was left behind. Many fond memories were left to us.<br />
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It set the tone for Christmas which was decidedly low key for us. As per usual the Etsy shop crescendo of the season had me swamped. This has been the case for years of being in retail and it goes with the territory. However, I had another member of our Catfish Corner family who was failing as well. My dear Samantha the Siamese was in trouble. Being 18.5 years old was the problem. She had been with me for so long and had been in perfect health for so long she was like the Energizer Bunny. Her recent weight loss had been treated as a hyperactive thyroid so she got a bit of medicine each day which helped, but as she became thinner and more frail the inevitable could not be ignored. We made it through Christmas and by New Years Day I knew we had to take the one-way trip to the vet. Our vet, Barb, checked her over and gave her an X-ray that revealed several large tumors on her lungs. It was a hard one, for sure. She had an extraordinarily good long life I had to keep it in perspective. </div>
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Phoebe, almost 4 months and nearly 35#. Yes. I have lost my comfy chair!</div>
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That's OK, as I didn't have an opportunity to use it on Saturday. A rare day off from glass work has to be used wisely. I'm stoked up about getting so much done! Very cold weather is ahead next week so it's the last chance to work outside and not freeze.</div>
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There were hoses to drain, pumpkins to pick, and tractor work. The big box stall got cleaned and the hen house was shoveled out, fresh hay in the nesting boxes and the dreaded rat runs were filled with water, gravel and wadded up chicken wire. Phoebe found a dead rat and while gRoSs.... it was reassuring that the underground rat poison was placed in the right spot.</div>
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The young chickens are huge now and are just beginning to lay eggs. Unfortunately, they aren't keen on laying in the hen room so it was an Easter egg hunt to find their hidey spots. One of them held the motherlode of 10 eggs! They will probably like their clean nests now.</div>
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The horses enjoyed the walk to their green pasture and it was a productive day, but, it didn't all get done so maybe I'll have another "day off" tomorrow.</div>
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This has been a "do for me" project that is part of the University of Wisconsin-Madison study on the effects of yoga on the aging population. The idea is to prevent falls and that seems like a good idea for all. Our group of 15 has been at this twice a week for six weeks which puts us half way through the study. </div>
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Born on the 4th of July! Our little "Red Girl" (as she was named at the breeders with a pink collar!) came home on Labor Day Monday. Life has been VERY active since then and my eye bags now have eye bags with the late night trips "out". But no complaints here. She is adorable and growing like a weed.<br />
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Speaking of weeds, this is what happens when you don't cut the grass for a month! But they are pretty. Spotted Lady's Thumb has little pink dots of flowers and the Little One took to them right away and finally settled for a pic with a very serious face.<br />
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The dark curly back on the Chesapeake is starting to bloom. Lots of changes to come! I'm just enjoying having a little 20# bundle that I can still carry around and snuggle while I still can. While she won't be as big a Maggie at 125#, she won't be able to continue lap sitting at the computer with me much longer.</div>
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Mr. Fuzzy Bear finally got a horse of his own! The Kioti ATV is just the ticket. He's wanted one for a while since the legs are letting him down. It gets him out of the chair and down the trails. Fresh air! Sunshine! Just the right food for the soul. It's got a nice bench seat with room for Mom (me!) and our soon-to-arrive Chessie pup.<br />
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The whole pup search has been long and circuitous. There aren't that many litters around without going out of state. We do have our limitations! We had one little girl waiting for us who, four days before I was going to get her, was emergency hospitalized with a serious intestinal problem. She died the same day. We were crushed and sad, but thankful it didn't happen on our watch!<br />
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The search continued and has us planning for a trip to Tomah on Sept. 2nd to pick up our new best friend! A baby pic of Maggie before she came to Catfish Corner......<br />
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