Sunday, June 28, 2015


                  CHERRIES! From our tree.

  And CHERRY CRISP.................not one of my favourite things in the world. I prefer the fruit just the way it is.  But not enough cherries to preserve this year, because the trees were pruned hard in the fall.

4 cups, or more ( I just kind of fill the 13x9 pan with pitted cherries)
1 cup sugar
4 tablespoons flour

    Combine in baking pan. Turn on oven to 375 degrees. Swish a slosh of wine over the cherries.

 COMBINE: 1 cup old fashioned rolled oats, 1 cup brown sugar, 1/2 cup marg or butter, or not, depending on what you prefer. It's fine without the butter, etc.
 Toss together. Then pile on top of the cherries in the baking pan.

                     Bake in preheated oven for about an hour.

                 Needs some extra baking if the cherries are a little firm.
                       Cool. Serve with or without ice cream.
                        Then go back outside and pick the rest of the cherries.  Yum.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Wednesday Collage

          You're probably getting tired of my garden posts.So many things growing.
                                       But it being officially summer. At last.
             I just can't help  it. It's that lazy time when you just want to sprawl across a hot tub cover
                     ( like Spencer) and listen to the sprinkler.
                                     Or  be like Cordelia, and peer over the fence.
                                       And decide which lovely lush thing to snooze under.
                                            To admire the repurposing of household things.
                                    Be amazed at how many butterflies are flitting around these days.
                 Sometimes peering over the the fence is not quite as effective as peering between the slats.
                                     To stop and smell the roses. Something that is hard for most of us.
                 Watch the cat trail become even more dented with the pad of soft paws.
                                  And even on cloudy days................
                                                     There's time for tea. And smell those roses.
                                              As long as you don't have allergies....
                                          Or to watch those butterflies.
                           ( New cat. Comes from the hill. Pudgy, friendly Siamese.)
                                             And maybe relax under the grape vines. In the shade.
                                           Wondering just how big the sweet peas will grow.
                                           Did you give them enough fish fertilizer?
                                            Do they have enough water?
                                  Even though it is very dry out, you water when restrictions allow.
                                     Knowing that for now, at least, things will grow and be green.
                                            And the butterflies will still come.
                                              And land for the perfect photo op....
                                              The ferns, at least, under the trees are lush and wild.
                                           And in the early morning and early evening there is time.....
                           To smell those roses. No matter how the day has been, or will be, tomorrow.
                                              To be able to find sanctuary in a crazy, busy world,
                                And watch the sunset. And know you have had a moment to renew.

Monday, June 22, 2015


                         I've inherited a lot of roses. Some were gifts. Some just showed up .
                                                  I hardly know the names of any of them.
                                               They just bloom every year.

                           Kind of like the cats that show up in the garden.

                I know a few of them . Like the yellow lemonade  rose.
                                  And the Black Bacarra. Smells like chocolate.
        Oh, and....hello....where did the Cosmos come from. A rose wanna be............

                I douse everything with sea soil. And a good dollop of fish fertilizer.
                       No sprays, no chemicals.

              Except for some Bobbexx deer repellent. Otherwise  there would be  no roses.
                                     The deer will eat the roses .
                                        As if they were gummie bears.
                                         Or candy coated jelly beans.
                                           Of which the deer make plenty.

             And the roses seem to thrive. For some reason.
                                    Even though I don't fuss over them.
                               Except to take their pictures. And marvel at how beautiful they can be.