Nope you read it right - Gruel. Watery paste that has little or no taste. Our family history seems to have several versions of food related stories. Let me start with the oldest ones first: Grape Jelly: A delicious concoction made from grape juice and sugar. Or honey. Cheap and with home made bread a … Continue reading Gruel… and other family history.
Some of you may know that my coffee is the first thing I reach for in the morning. That and coffee creamer. This morning was no different until I found that I was OUT of coffee!! Stop the presses and rewind, yep - OUT OF COFFEE! Call the national guard or someone! As I was … Continue reading Coffee…
I just saw a cute post on Facebook. It had a Halloween themed picture of a witch riding a broom. Captioned "Why, yes I can drive a stick!" made me chuckle and of course reminded me of a story. Several years ago my brother Harvey and I decided that we would go to my Aunt … Continue reading Female fools
Remember when the back yard dirt pile and a vivid imagination was all it took to build an entire city? The little tractor a good push and boom, the road was instantly made. Living on the ranch/farm means taking care of the land. Hard work but it keeps us off the streets! There is a … Continue reading Real life Tonka Toys
The shadows are long, and the chore list is short(er) than it was this morning. Ok unless you are living in a cave or just not reading my blog you might not know that I am trying to "Grow where I send thee!". So I am trying to be countryfied. This means that a lot … Continue reading Weening Day 1 & 5
Well, once more I sit down and take pen in hand. Well, how about keyboard on lap? What ever I have new things to write about! The ranch is getting a face lift. How about an up grade? Well, anyway something is going down out here! What is it I can hear you ask. (NO, … Continue reading Solar Power Update! At the bottom….
Not sure if I will post this or not. But I just have to write it down. When I was in about 7th or 8th grade I had an English teacher that I thought was really nice. She was a little Irish woman with an accent. Every St. Patrick's Day she would have a big … Continue reading Writing