Friday, July 31, 2009


Little Blossom is growing! I had a chance to visit her the other day (and my friend, Bobbie, of course) and snapped a few pictures as she poked her head out for a little snack of cherries and grapes. I know some of you don't think possums are cute, I didn't either until I got to know one real well. I mean, ya love dogs, right? Are all dogs cute? I don't think so... But once you learn about possums, they really aren't so bad. In fact, I have always found them to be downright lovable! Anyway, I had a nice visit with Blossom. And Bobbie, too!

"Whaddya mean, wake up? Its the middle of the day! If you wake me up, you gotta feed me. Possum Rule Book, page 4. Where's the food?

Food? Food? I don't smell any banamies... Whatcha got? If I come out there, there'd better be food...
Whatcha got? Whatcha got???? Jerries??? Mmmmmmmmm, I wov jerries, (munch, munch, smacking of lips....)More? More? Got more? Add Image Oh, a new hand... Hmmm, guess it smells OK... Got food?
An' Gwapes! Ooooo good gwape... (munch, munch, more smacking of lips.)
I wov gwapes... "

Thursday, July 16, 2009


To Be 6 Again...
A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday.'I'd like to be six again', she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day!
He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster RollerCoaster, everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.
He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, 'Well Dear,what was it like being six again?'
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. 'I meant my dress size, you dufuss!!!!'

The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.
Funny, but when I got this in an email a little while ago, I thought of one or two specific fellow bloggers... I bet they will recognize themselves here, too!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Getting a hairdryer through customs...

A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the PriestBeside her, 'Father, may I ask a favor?''
"Of course child. What may I do for you?"
''Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic Hair dryer for myMother's birthday that is unopened and well over The Customs limits, andI'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way You could carry it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?'
"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I Will not lie."
'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.
The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have Nothing to declare.
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do youhave to declare from your waist to the floor?"
''I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused.'
Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father. Next!'

Monday, July 13, 2009


The Stand Uppity Garden

A couple of months ago, one of my favorite neighbors built a Stand Up garden for me. It was an interesting experiment… I have never seen one this far off the ground – so, we just put it together and figured we would learn from trying. Pat and his wife brought all the parts here and assembled it on site. It was on a bit of a slope, so I put bricks under the low side. Then he mixed some peat moss, vermiculite and chicken manure (this is serious chicken country – might as well bag it and sell it, right?) and I set in some plants already started in little pots. I planted string beans (Blue Lake), spinach, and some purple Basil. Bambi soon discovered these delicious morsels were right at chin level, so I needed to put a bit of netting up around the garden. Next year I will do it differently, but like I said, it has been a learning experiment. The netting was a problem for me, so I switched to nylon fencing. Much easier to work with! Ugly as sin, but easier! I was so amazed when I actually saw first the blossoms, then real little beans. It is kind of fun watching plants grow from bunny level! If you don’t know my gardening history, my other wonderful neighbor has plowed and cultivated my ground level garden for 2 years, and I have planted and replanted string beans in said garden for 2 years, and have never had more than a couple of meals worth of beans, and the few yellow wax beans were never particularly pretty. So imagine my delight when I picked my first crop of beans from the stand-uppity garden (as a little friend calls it) and have continued to harvest beans for over a month. I have had as many Blue Lakes from my 4 plants in the Stand up garden as I had from the dozen plants in the ground. And there are still new ones coming.
I put about 8 yellow wax bean plants in the stand-up and have harvested and harvested and there are still more out there to be picked in a day or two. The beans are absolutely perfect, not a blemish on a single bean! Here is one little basket full. Punkin is supervising from the shade of the Adirondack.
I also have 4 Italian flat bean plants – my favorite green bean – that have given us 2 baskets full so far.
One mistake I made… I did not support all 4 legs of the garden. The side NOT on the bricks has been slowly working its way down in the ground. Well, for several weeks, we had a lot of heavy rain, the ground got soft. But, hey! I did not have to water anything!
Next year I will plant the same number of plants but will space them differently. I think I will skip the spinach and will stick with the smaller green basil. I like the purple basil. It is pretty, and it keeps the mosquitoes away while you are picking because you then smell like basil, not a person! What mosquito wants to bite basil?
It has been great to harvest beans standing up. The bending over part in the old garden is very painful. Even tho I planted with a ground cloth in the ground level garden, the crab grass managed to get in there. Planting hurt, harvesting hurts, and weeding is almost impossible. And, in the Stand up garden, being this far up, I have not had that many weeds to worry about, or my worst problem, grass. Crab grass!
Thanks Pat and Dorothy!

Saturday, July 04, 2009


Sometimes My Little Corner of the World is a bit further north than most of the rest of the year. This is the country I grew up in as a small child and again as a teen, going into my college years.
We managed to take part of one day to run down to Rockport, one of my favorite spots. I don't care how hot it is in YOUR yard, it is always cool next to this stream. Just a little beyond this, maybe 50 feet, the creek drops down another falls into the river.

The river is the Lehigh and flows about than 800 feet from our house. The Pennsylvania (?)railroad built their tracks along the river which used to be navigable up as far as White Haven and some say even beyond. Now the old RR bed is used for bikers and hikers. They bring 'em in by the bus load from the camps and resorts. Just up the road a piece is this house... I had to take that pic from the road while driving - no place to stop... See the guard rail? Talk about a "white noise" machine to help you sleep! Can you imagine? But my favorite sleeping sound is still the surf and a fog horn. Oh well. Maybe once again before I die... But, until then, waterfalls will do.

Never let it be said -all play and no work (sorry!)- what is a vacation without work? Or what is an OLD house without work? I found this nasty place on the front porch. That is a 9 foot drop to the cellar level porch. Ouch. Does it look like a rotten board to you? It looks like a law suit in waiting to me - so - off to the lumber yard and a sheet of plywood nailed over the hole until my brother can get up there to put in some new tongue and groove. Not very pretty, I know - but at 3/4 an inch - nobody can go thru that hole without pulling up the plywood. So between that and the poison sumac that has been allowed to grow into the yard and driveway up back, I was pretty busy, and pretty lucky to have a chance to take a quick drive down to the river. That sumac is well over 6 feet tall. This is after I cut some of it, and the grass, back. This little opening used to be wide enough to drive my van thru. Some of the grass has not been cut this year at all. In fact, it looks like it wasn't cut last fall, either.

Sigh... Anybody wanna buy a house in the Poconos? e-mail me, make me a deal.