kettle corn for lunch ( a hand full of kettle corn and then one of wool)

  scene (seen) from my wheel

  comments on this ranged from ‘should have won the blue ribbon’ to ‘why wasn’t the restoration finished’.. and ‘he sure wouldn’t need cloride in those tires’

Just two things:

• on Berry Picking.. don’t try to pick yesterday’s berries today (they can really get ahead of you)

• this morning it was 44 F when I got up.. unreal!

Basic Rules for Berry Pickers:

• Never pick tomorrow’s berries today.  Only pick the best, the ripest.  Berries that are ripe will roll off in your hands, no pulling at the fruit is necessary.

• Put some in the baskets, not just in your mouth.  This assumes that the berries are plentiful (are there ever enough). Berries right of the bush, still sun warm, are the best (this is my opinion, but it’s my blog, right… C thinks they are best cold and puts his right into the fridge to chill ’em up).  Squirrel some away, come winter that taste of summer will be mighty special.

Raspberry Stash:

• Tuesday  1 qt. (Day One)
• Wednesday  2 qts.
• Thursday  2 qts.

 

The afternoon was perfect temperature for working on the deck; at least while the shade lasted.   I brought the Joy out with some Shetland I’ve been meaning to tackle and dialed up a book I had loaded on the ipod.  I LOVE having someone read to me!   It’s taken me nearly all of the first disc to warm up to this book: “Holy Cow”, a love / hate relationship with India, read with an Australian accent.  Then I made a wine spritzer (only in hot weather when I have the remains of a bottle) and settled into work.

  Lovely…

After dinner and a paddle around the pond, I got back to work on Tivoli.  The decreases are done. It’s time to put it back on two circs and check the sizing.

 

Hi! I know it’s been
a couple weeks since I said ‘hey’.. so hay (that’s a little joke), but I’ve
been really busy learning lots of new tricks things and playing with my
friends. Here’s what I’m up to..

Mom, my sister and lots of the other ‘barnyard’ animals
moved away toNew York a week
ago. Most of them didn’t like me and
would butt me away whenever they got close to me. Maybe that’s why they went away.. I don’t know. I’m here. And so is my
buddy. He’s a Jacob lamb, too.. only
he’s a couple weeks older than me. When
we first started hanging around together he had FOUR horns. He bruised one of them when he fought to stay
with me (instead of moving away with the others) and after awhile it fell
off. Now he has only three. We have SO MUCH FUN together. Everyday we explore new places and play new
games. Grandma thinks I’m too old for a
bottle now, I disagree. At breakfast
time, I used to climb through the bottom rails of the fence, walk over to the
house, climb the back stairs to the deck and wait at the door for them to wake
up. Usually I tried to help them wake up
by calling to them real loud! Grampa
made the fence in the barnyard before he knew me and knew how smart I am. I get up earlier than they do, so Grampa
closed up the spot where I climbed through. That’s too bad for them; now they will miss the best part of the
morning. Grandma still gives me a
bottle and cuddles me though, but mostly she just puts water in it. I don’t care. I like being with Grandma.

My
bottle looks just like the kind Grampa uses. Sometimes I get really excited when I see him drinking from his. That’s when I follow him around asking him to
share. I would. Time to go, I’m pretty busy. I’ll talk to you later, okay?