From King Arthur this morning. I wish it had been here in the house so I could eat it for breakfast. But I have the recipe and can bake it. Looks like each person got their own small bottle of ice cold milk with their cake. I think I had this picture on the blog many years ago and said the same things??
I started the morning on warp speed. I have eaten breakfast, been in the Attic, transplanted, fertilized, searched, trialed different fabrics with the cloth I am working on, been in the Attic a second time, considered doing a load of wash (no), searched for a fruit fertilizer spike for the Fig Tree (found), sorted thru the box of old linen Goodwill clothing for plain cloth to make borders, removed pockets from two pairs of linen pants and considered a cloth with appliquéd pockets, realized that I had over watered the petunias so had to go looking for a wire shelf unit for them to sit on and drain. Spent time with Jude's Lion Quilt. It's only 10 am.
I added Fritos and Splenda to my shopping list. I am going to add thin sticks of fried carrot and ribbons of collard greens to my leftover Vegetable Lo Mein for lunch. I found Crisco in the pantry so I can make my normal pie crust and not try to make one with butter.
I really need an outlet for all this excess energy. I am going to need a nap.
Yesterday.....G wanted to mow the grass but after doing only one strip he had to stop. So I got up out of my porch chair, waved him off and cut the grass front and back. He thinks it's man's work. He was never home- I cut the grass for 20 years. Walking mower because it just looks better. Sharp blade. And G loves a really good looking lawn. And, when I finished, lawn looked like green velvet- and I give partial credit to TruGreen. And I agreed to go to DQ for a hot fudge sundae.
I read a very funny Jane Austin era romance book yesterday. Big fancy rich Duke is hiding out in a Squire's stable (sent by his grandmother to hide for a month) due to some "misunderstanding" with a woman and the Squire's daughter sees the Duke's big gorgeous horse in her father's stable. Falls in love. With the horse. Not the Duke (who is pretending to be a horse trainer living in the Squire's stable) but she does say she actually has visited the Duke's stable and loves it as well.. And the handsome rich Duke is having a hell of a time adjusting to that. Of course, proper ladies are not allowed to ride big racing stud horses. Guess how that worked out. This is another book that would translate into a VERY entertaining movie with the right actors. The Squire's Daughter- she was not your usual Jane Austin heroine. And that isn't the title of the book- the book is Man of My Dreams which is totally not the right title. Of course Horse (Stable) of my Dreams wouldn't have been published. laughing.
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Wow you’re not kidding you’ve gotten a ton done!! I’ve done a bunch of weeding and transplanting, read blogs, sorted images into albums on Flickr (for what it’s worth), searched email (again) to see what happened to White Flower Farm order, made avocado cheese English muffins, and tweeted some. Oh and walked the dog while listening to Pod Save America, which I haven’t done in a while. I think my basement is equivalent to your attic (one of your attics). I went down there to get beads for a magic pouch I’m making for C and envelopes to mail recent masks. I can easily get lost down there but didn’t today.
Rhubarb Custard Pie just out of the oven and I did it right this time-- bubbling juices.
Watering my seedlings and really need to just start moving them to larger quarters but the Sun is hot today and they will wilt.
first Day in 2020 with no furnace running.
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