Category Archives: Home Life

This summer’s first gaillardias

Summer

I love gaillardias. More will follow and provide a large patch of vibrancy, as they have each year since we planted them. They outlast the sunflowers, and display their sunny brightness at the edge of our driveway.

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We of Effieland salute you!

I have to admit it wasn’t easy, holding Effie and holding my camera, composing the selfie, and tracking her squirms. . . .

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Effieland’s taste-tempting treat sensation

Suspended between grapevine support logs in Effieland is a sturdy shelf, and on the shelf is perched a large flower pot, and the flower pot is filled with rich potting soil. Growing in the rich potting soil are the most tasty catnip leaves in the whole world. I know this only because Effie is a connoisseur of such things. I feed her a couple of leaves a day as a treat. I am fortunate to still have all my fingers.

The catnip leaves grow here

. . .and they go here.

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Happy Effie’s Dad’s day!

Effie and her Dad, my dynamic duo, in front of a grape vine in Effieland

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Spiritual and other reasons we fish for trout

Since last Saturday, weather and work squeezed out any fishing time for my husband and me until today. This morning we finally had time to go to the nearby pond. The legal limit for trout there is five per day per person. I caught the limit in less than an hour. None seemed to want to hitch on to Vic’s line, though we were using similar lures.

One trout rode my hook, and I reeled him in to shore, only to have him jump back into the water. After a brief time, he evidently regretted his escape, and swam back to the shore and stopped there. I reached in with my grippy glove and lifted him from the water. He was passive or exhausted. I handed him off to Vic for dispatch. He discovered the source of the trout’s passivity. In a previous encounter, he had swallowed a hook and escaped with it. The hook was lodged in his stomach. How sad; but I suppose he appealed to us to end his misery. Vic has read that fish have no nerves in their mouths, but that is not to say that a hook in the stomach doesn’t hurt.

We returned home with the five and Vic prepared them for canning. They filled three quart jars.

Fishing is such a blessing. I’m violently allergic to fish, but I love fishing. My husband also enjoys fishing, and fish is a healthy component of his diet, as well as a food he finds very agreeable.

Our Lord shared fish with His disciples after His resurrection. Fish is a Gospel food, and all we catch is thankfully consumed.

Preparing fresh-caught trout for canning

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Effie at the ready

A toy on a string suspended overhead has Effie fully attentive and ready to spring. . . .

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Sexers of chickens are not always right

Mistakes in sexing chicks happen. We wanted four hens. They were little chicks when we got them in March. They all looked alike. The second from the left has a large comb, but that isn’t always dispositive. He crows. His cocka-doodle-do goes off at 5:00 a.m. and off and on throughout the day. Worse, he’ll never lay eggs. But he’ll make good chicken stew.

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