On March 30th, my eldest turned 28. She and her boyfriend came down from Brooklyn to celebrate last weekend.Here’s birthday girl, Lauren, with our formerly feral cat, Brippy. This picture was taken in the middle of a party. Brippy has adapted.This is my youngest daughter, Laney, and Brippy. Laney is the one who tamed her with love and attention and time and treats. When Laney comes home from college, Brippy will often play hard to get – punishing her for her absence. But Laney is the only one who gets this melt down head-on-the-shoulder hug. This is my son, and Laney’s twin, Patrick. Oh, and Riley. Riley knows how to seek out the best sofa/pillow experience.Here is a quick shot of some family members at the party. I don’t usually include family photos; we’ll see if I get the business.My brothers in law made this amazing onion bread for the party. Spike and Daniel recently moved up from Florida and we are so happy to have them so close!Here’s my new favorite thing – the cutting board Spike and Daniel gave me. It’s a cut from a tree of theirs. Pretty awesome. Oh, and those rosemary bar nuts? Amazing!
It still goes well below freezing every night – so I can’t put out my bird baths or hummingbird feeders (they’ll freeze and break.) But the sun has been shining bright. And that’s enough to get me out in the yard for spring clean up.
And this happened!
It snowed again last night. We haven’t had any huge snowstorms this year, but we have had plenty of snowy days.
This chickadee found the one feeder with seeds not covered in snow.
Riley and I went out to investigate the back yard and see who had paid an overnight visit. Riley can tell by her nose, but I need the snow to see who’s been around.
I think these are bunny tracks. * sigh * I hope to NOT have a repeat of last year’s adventures. backyard nature
Then it was time for breakfast.
It’s the gifting time of year, and no matter how many items I check off the gift list, I never feel right until I include something home-made in the mix.
Over the years, I have made and given:
I hope someone will get some ideas for making some hand made gifts of their own. Let me know if you have any questions about any of these. Happy Gifting!
My vegetable garden is in full production this time of year, and I’ve come up with some strategies to not waste a bit of it.Tomato pie is a favorite. It gets a layer of goo over it before I cook it, but that wasn’t a pretty picture.Green beans, daikon, and cucumbers all get thrown into the same brine. I don’t trust my canning skills, so I just put them into the fridge. I also toss hot peppers into an empty jar of pepperoncini (save the brine). This preserves them until we get around to eating them.I make pesto out of the basil and freeze what I don’t use.
I keep a big bowl of salsa in the fridge all season long. We eat it with pizza, eggs, pasta AND Mexican food.Lastly, I just chop it all up to add to salads, sandwiches & cooking. Whatever’s left over gets frozen and added to soup in the fall. What do you do to manage the produce?
I wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember, and I have been blessed to be a mom for more than 27 years. I desperately wanted to be the best mom in the world, but I didn’t know how. So, like every mom, I did the best that I could.Luckily, my best was good enough. These three people are all stellar human beings.This week, my youngest moved out.Our spice jars sent him on his way.
EDIT – FOR DERRICK
Every year I look forward to lily time, and these are my favorite. I don’t know their real name. In our family, these are Grandma’s Tiger Lilies.
This is Grandma in 1930 at age 18. I see my mom in her.
This is Grandma and Grandpa holding a baby me in 1963.
And this is Grandma with her siblings in 1978. They are all gone now.This picture was taken on Grandma’s farm in Fawn Grove, PA. This is where the tiger lilies came from. My mom took some (as she is wont to do) and made them a part of her yard. When I moved here 22 years ago, she shared, as she is also wont to do.
They are tall; many of them are well over my 5 feet 7 inches.
I’ve planted them everywhere.
I want to have plenty to share with my children. And grandchildren . . .
So far, so good with our baby bunnies.
They are still little, as you can tell by this photo by a coneflower. (Gee, Riley, how did that lovely coneflower get trampled on to the ground?)
About a week after the bunnies left the nest I got up at 5:30, which is earlier than usual. I saw an adult rabbit and a baby together. They were grazing near the herb garden and when the adult hopped into the herb garden the baby immediately followed. I like to think it was the mom hanging around with her kids.I’m not seeing them as much; I think they are making their way to greener pastures. It’s been an interesting experience, but with a bunny-hunting dog in the family, I won’t be happy if I find another nest.
Remember the little bunny from my last post? BUPDATE bunny update I kept an eye on him and he didn’t move from that spot all day. When his mom showed up that evening, she didn’t sit around eating for hours as was her habit. She hopped right up to where the baby was, hopped inside the fence and started nursing him. I had never seen her even near the nest in the daylight.
I am now thinking that he was the LAST to leave the nest, not the first, because there are baby bunnies everywhere and they are all bigger than he. They all have claimed a garden, and when Riley gets too close they shoot out the other side.
And here’s the most interesting one:This bunny chose as his special spot the area under our upside down kayak. He’s been there for two days and never runs away, even we walk within 6 feet of his hiding spot. Riley has yet to notice him.
My daughter, Laney, was the first to see him. This little cutie is the first to emerge from the nest. In backyard nature , I explained that I was afraid the mother had been killed. But, as you can see, all is well. This little guy is only a foot away from his nest. He likely got impatient waiting for mom to come and feed him at dark.
We’ll have to keep the dog on a leash for a while – at this point the little fellas could be anywhere.
Do you see the white mark on the top of his head? I hope he keeps it forever.
My policy concerning nature is to never interfere unless I must. Often I must. When our first nest of bunnies this year was found by our dog, my husband yelled at her to drop the (unharmed) bunny. I searched for an hour to find the nest and put the baby back where he belonged. I checked for a few days to be sure the mom was coming and going. Now there are tiny bunnies in every garden
The most recent bunny nest is out in the middle of the yard.
I found this nest before the dog did, and put a few layers of fence around it. Again, I checked for a few days so I knew the mother was visiting and feeding her babies, and I hadn’t scared her off with the fencing.
But this afternoon, we saw an adult bunny that had been killed by a car. We’re really hoping it’s not the mom of any babies.I put this marking over the nest, so I can tell tomorrow if mom has been by. I’m really hoping she has, because I don’t want to be faced with a nest full of hungry babies.
THE NEXT DAY: When I first checked the nest this morning, the X of straw was still there and I was crushed. I assumed that the mom hadn’t been there. But then I checked the picture I had taken last night, and nothing was the same. The X wasn’t at right angles, as it is in the first picture. There was no visible fur, and that brown and green leaf was nearly buried. So if anyone ever is faced with a similar situation, taking a picture is a great idea. The changes are subtle.
We have a bird house full of baby house wrens, and they are the noisiest baby birds I have ever heard. As they have gotten bigger, their noise is nearly constant and is audible from all over the yard. I Googled “noisiest baby birds,” and house wrens were often listed. So it’s a thing.
There was one baby who clogged up the exit hole. His is the voice most often heard.
Does he look a little grumpy to you?
Do you remember this?This is a photo from my post creativity 2 – make mistakes , nearly two years ago. Despite heroic efforts on my part, I was never able to overcome the effects of gravity, and the plants kept falling out of the frame. But I liked the idea and I persisted.I replanted the succulents into the garden so they could growand thriveand establish roots.And then I tried again. I found this weird little box at Goodwill for $1. I thought it needed some succulents. So, far, it’s Gravity: 1, Jodie: 1.
About a year ago, my biggest (75% of my annual income) client retired without notice. What ensued was what I can only call “The Year of Work.” When I wasn’t working, I was searching for other clients, jobs, etc. I gardened and created very little, and I missed it terribly.
The garden missed me, as well. This is my vegetable garden today. Riley is quite disappointed in the weeds and the chaos. All I can do at this point is to dig up the good stuff (asparagus & strawberries) and start over. It’s mostly weeds and I don’t have the gumption to fight them.
And then there was the winter: The heavy, wet snowfall in March was too much for my evergreens.
Branches snapped right off.
And a whole tree toppled over.
It was a hard year on my garden, and, I have to admit, it was a hard year on me, as well. But no more.
This year I will continue to work hard on my business. But I will make the time for those things that make me happy. That means relaxing with my family, gardening, and creating. Thus begins The Year of Jodie.
My newest sewing article is out, and I thought it might be interesting to explain how the process works.
Almost a year ago, I sent Sew News an email with the picture above. I said I’d like to write an article explaining how to make these 3 pillows I was working on. After 3 weeks or so, they got back to me and said yes, I have the assignment. At that point they sent a contract detailing what they wanted (process photos, instructions, patterns, etc). They also gave me a due date and told me what they would pay me. I got to work.
Prior to the due date, I packed up the pillows and mailed them to the Sew News office for a photo shoot. I sent the article, patterns, and photos of the process via email. Months later, I got paid. Months after that, I got the pillows back along with the latest copy of Sew News magazine with my article in it.
It’s on sale now in bookstores, sewing stores, and craft stores.
I am a wage earner, and a gardener, and a runner. None of these things are enhanced by snow.
But isn’t it pretty?
Ever since my kids started moving out, I’ve been thinking of ways to lure them back. Not permanently, I love that they are off living their own wonderful lives, but I do like lots and lots of visits.
My latest project has been a “guest room” in the space in the attic that was my former office. I cleaned it up and used what I had to try to make it cozy. I guess it worked; my daughter’s boyfriend liked it enough to take a picture.
Then my daughter put it on Reddit last night and almost 30,000 people liked it. Cozy Spaces
My grandmother’s rug anchors the space. It was a real treat hauling that up from the basement. Old pillows and pieced-together fabric scraps make comfy floor pillows. The sturdy felt bin is great for blanket storage.
I recovered a chair the cat had ruined. Then I layered on a quilt and another pillow. I use the old shutter and clothespins to put up pictures and notes.
An old milk crate is the night stand.
I didn’t want to block any light with curtains, so I made a “valence” out of embroidery hoops and fabric scraps.
My husband built this bookshelf years ago. It’s great for storage and keeps people from plummeting down the steps.
One of the great things about having adult children is the people they bring into our lives. After a while the friends and boyfriends and girlfriends start walking in without knocking. The dog knows them and stays on the sofa and wags her tail. (Instead of going ballistic like she would if a stranger came into the house.)
I decided this year that my daughter’s boyfriend and son’s girlfriend needed their own homemade stockings. An official welcome to the family.
Enjoy your holidays, everyone.
My husband spotted two Luna Moths the other day. They had just emerged and were drying out.
I’ve only ever seen one before, despite that fact that we have cherry, willow, and persimmon trees (all of which are host plants), on our property.
Note the grape-sized persimmon for scale. This is a BIG moth.
They don’t have mouths and will live only one week.
I’ve been given 54 years already: what riches. It makes me embarrassed to squander even a moment. I like how Mary Oliver said it: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
I’ve been thinking about my favorite vegetable to grow, harvest and cook, and to my utter surprise, it’s swiss chard. It’s super good for me; it has vitamins K, A and C, and it is anti-inflammatory & has anti-oxidants.As a plant, it’s easy. It always grows; I’ve never had one die on me. It forgives me if I don’t pick it at just the right moment. It keeps growing all summer, and it’s pretty. It’s simple to prepare. I rinse the leaves off, pile them up, slice them lengthwise 3 or 4 times, then chop it up. I saute it in olive oil and water with onions, garlic, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes (because red pepper flakes are good with everything). It’s tasty just like that. But I make a ton of it and keep it in the fridge to do this:
- add to eggs and omelets
- spread over sautéed chicken & top it with swiss/parmesan cheese
- spread on top of pizza
- add to any kind of pasta
- add to soups and beans
- toss into salads
- spread onto toasted bread (with or without cheese – oh never mind – WITH cheese)
So I have to give an A+ to swiss chard: healthy, easy, simple, delicious.