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If anyone has read my earlier blogs then you will be familiar with the saga of the missing poo. If not, then in a nutshell: Poo promised, not delivered. Poo promised again, not delivered, repeat two or three more times and that's the story. I never did get any of the much needed organic cow manure. Nor have I set foot in his place of business again. That being said, this stubborn Aries decided to just grow her own. Florida may have the reputation as "The Sunshine State", but the soil by and large is nothing more than "blow sand" or "sugar sand" and you have to amend the heck out of it to grow certain crops. So, my winter chores consisted of dragging the tarp to the edge of the woods, raking leaf litter and very decomposed organic matter onto the tarp and dragging it back to the garden and spreading it out. I did this four or five times over the months of January and into February. I also added compost from the kitchen scraps and found a source for black worm castings. Last week I went out on my day off to turn all of this and shed tears of joy. I grew some bona fide dirt! Dark and rich and with that unmistakable good dirt aroma. A pox on the poo man. Who needs him. Now, if the weather would cooperate and inch it's way out of the 20's and 30's I might just be able to grow something this year! Speaking of which. Like all good impatient gardeners, I have oodles of stuff seeding in the house. Yellow squash, yellow pear tomatoes, a new tomato I've never grown before - Yellow Sun, Limas, Burgundy Bush beans and some potted stuff I bought at the Farmers Market in High Springs. I brought home a new blueberry bush, some Sage, an Australian Tea Tree bush and some gorgeous Dianthus. Warm weather please get here soon!
On a different note, since I'm working 6 out of 7 days, I don't get to spend as much time here on GG. I see lots of new names but sadly don't see as many of the old familiars popping into the discussions and forums. Maybe they are like me, too busy to be on line as much.
"Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are. " ~Osho
Happy Gardening to all.
As I drive an hour each way to work, six days a week, I really start to wonder if getting back on the hamster wheel was the best idea. I start each day around 6 am. Feed the animals, drink some coffee, on the road by 7. I get to work at 8, sometimes 8:15. I open up, read the micro-managing e-mails, jump through the hoops, put out fires and on a good day I'm out of there by 6:30. Home by 7:30 pm, feed the animals and stare into the darkness where my garden is. I say hello, how do you grow and take my flashlight out to water. I miss the dirt terribly. On my day off, I'll do the bare necessities in the house, laundry, bathroom, kitchen and then rush out to see how things are progressing. I CANNOT wait for daylight savings time. 3 extra glorious hours of sunlight to play in the garden. Time to sit on the deck with Squeak and ponder life's mysteries. Soak up some Vitamin D and get some good air in the lungs.
Not all is lost though. Even after the 18 degrees killed just about everything green it touched, I pulled my very first ever potatoes out of the ground two days ago and cooked them for dinner last night. They tasted so good. Will definitely plant more in a week or two. The broccoli that I thought were goners are doubled in size and doing very well. The garlic and onion are getting bigger and more beautiful with each passing day. So, there is such a thing as a prospering Neglected Garden.
Got home this afternoon (my day off), parked the car and checked the rain gauge. 3.25 inches. I slogged to the garden and could hear everyone singing with delight. I filled the bird feeders and before I could get on the porch the finches and cardinals had flown in for their dinner. Which made me think, what am I having for dinner? I have some frozen peas and left over chicken. Maybe add some pasta and call it good. Then an old rhyme my Mother used to say popped into my head;
"I eat my peas with honey, I've done it all my life. Some people think it's funny, But it keeps them on my knife." And with a grin I walked into the house.
Happy Gardening Everyone.
One for the cutworm,
One for the crow,
One to rot,
And one to grow...
I love old garden ditties and sayings. I was surfing the web, looking for some ideas, seeds, etc. and came across this on a discussion about corn. I think we are going to try our hand at growing some. The only problem is that neither of us like sweet corn. There are a kajillion "sweet" hybrids and very few old fashioned field corn types. We will keep looking. I pass some really interesting looking country feed and seed stores on my trek to work. I'll just have to squeeze in an extra 30 minutes to make a pit stop and bend the old timer's ears.
The garden fared pretty well during the last freeze. Lost a couple of tender baby brocs, but the others will make it. The onion and garlic are troopers and are standing tall and ready for the spring. The potato leaves took a beating, and since I've never grown them before, I have no idea how things are doing underneath.
I've just about convinced Jay that we need to rent a tiller. I only have one day a week now to putter in the garden so any extra help would be appreciated. Still haven't gotten any poo fertilizer and I've not set foot in that jerks place of business since.
Not much else going on. Dreaming of spring and longer, sunnier days. Stay warm everyone and happy gardening.
We can walk upright, have prehensile thumbs, understand reason, can make complex decisions, have the capacity to love, have figured out the clock on the microwave and the dvd/vcr, can communicate on multiple levels so we should be considered superior, intelligent, worthy of others and due a little respect, Right? Nah, throw all that out when it comes to those beautiful balls of fur called the cat. Prehensile thumbs? Big deal, just shut up and use them to open that can of food and put it in my bowl. Yes, now. Feed me now. Me now, me eat, me now. Good human. Now I must play. What? I can't do that? Says who? Oh, you? Hah! It's fun, I like to chase Squeak up that tree. Look at how high he can climb! It's simply amazing. What? You are upset with me? Wait, look at this. I can fall down on the ground and roll over with my legs sticking out all cute. And hear the purr? That's it, walk over to me and pet my stomach. Forget that you are upset with me for chasing that other cat you like up the tree. Let me squirm a little to the left, you're missing the place that itches real bad. There, that's it. Good human. Are you still mad about Squeak up the tree? Oooh, I know, see the hickory nut on the ground? Watch this, I'll go spastic in a split second, lift completely off the ground (including legs) and flip in mid air and absolutely smack that nut all the way across the path. See? I did it, you're smiling. What cat up the tree? That's good. Now, I'll crouch down all hunter/lion go for the kill and chase that nut some more. Was that a laugh? It was! Good human. You are learning. Now, I've worked up an appetite. I'll use the "I'll walk over and walk between your legs and rub up against you" message to feed me. It's worked before. But, you are not moving toward the food room. Hey, see the bowl here. You remember. It's the one you filled this morning. You don't understand? Here, let me help you figure it out. I'll walk over and put my nose in it. Do you understand now? No? How dense! It's empty, you foolish human! You are still standing there, just smiling like a moron and cooing some stupid baby talk. Feed me! Feed me now. Me eat, me now, me eat, me now. C'mon. We've worked on this for months. You'd think it would've sunk into that thick human skull by now.
Really now, who trains whom?
I decided this year that I wasn't going to make any New Year's resolutions that I've made before. So, I sat down and starting making a list of all the ones from year's past. Lose weight, quit smoking, get organized, write letters, get rid of all my "junk", get rid of all Jay's "junk", keep my car cleaner, etc. I've promised them all it seems and have failed miserably at most! Especially the junk and clean car thing. So, I settled on one that seems simple and easy, at first. I resolve to appreciate more. Appreciate the sun rise, the rain, the cats that bring me joy, the love that fills my day, the rewards of my efforts, the smell of food, the smile from a stranger. I'll even appreciate the bad things like the grasshoppers mowing down my broccoli and cauliflower, the gophers eating all my sweat peas, the cats fighting for dominance of the porch, the blow sand that Florida calls dirt and all the grouchy people that we run into on a daily basis. I don't know how long this resolution will last, but so far I've done well (hey, 4 days is a start!). Each morning I wake up and the first thing I do is appreciate that I HAVE woken up. Once that realization sets in, all the other "appreciates" seem like a walk in the park!
There was a fellow I knew back in Houston who had a favorite response to the typical, How ya doing? question. He'd say that any day he wakes up looking down at the ground from above instead of up at it from below is a good day in his book.
"nuff said.
The garden expansion is moving along. I picked up 400 more pounds of organic topsoil and Jay is coming in to help me turn it into the beds. I layered the squash and tomato beds with lots of organic matter from the nearby woods and that has been composting "in ground" for about 3 weeks. I want to add another 5 x 20 stretch of garden area, so maybe he'll be up to a little more shoveling, hoeing and turning. My potato, onion and garlic are going great guns and am excited that we have found something that will grow and not become food for the grasshoppers. The lemon grass desperately needs a haircut as she is starting to get lots of new growth. I can't believe she was only a foot tall when I planted her last spring. She's at around 5 feet now. Maybe, I'll separate her a little as well and plant some in the front of the house. The blueberries that I thought were goners have started to swell and bud a little. There is hope. Today will be a busy, satisfying day. Nothing but work in the yard, yay!
Everyone take care and happy gardening.
It's been a very, very good past couple of days. I went to Jacksonville to visit Jay and the house there. I was greeted by Bougainvilleas gone wild. I snapped some pictures with my phone but somehow they got lost. They are as tall as the house and covered in blooms. There is one on each side of the steps leading to the front door. Better than a burglar alarm! Those things are thorny! But, absolutely gorgeous. Then I went to the back yard to check on the grapefruit and tangerines and the trees were full! I knew the grapefruit would be there but I've yet to find a tangerine on the tree that hadn't been sucked empty by some varmint. Anyway, I barely said hello to Jay before I was out picking fruit. I got a bag full of tangerines and one of grapefruit. Now the sad part, I can only eat them in limited quantities. My stomach and citric acid do battle every time. It's just not fair. Kind of like Jay and ice cream, but, we won't go there. LOL. I want to save some seeds to start trees out here in the country. Maybe I can get some words of wisdom and advice from a good citrus grower, hint, hint.
I got a phone call while I was there about the possible job. We talked for about 20 minutes, but nothing was settled. The "e-mail of resignation" might still be a problem. Well, I found out today that I am in! And, I'm being hired in as a Manager in Training instead of a regular associate. Yippee! I did all the paperwork online and barring anyone having stolen my identity (again) and committing felonies, I'll be starting on the 20th. I am so relieved and happy and thankful. I know every one's good thoughts and wishes helped out too.
There may also be news on the poo man. I "dropped" by his store the other day. He just about fell over himself being apologetic, even showed me his broken phone. I was totally nonchalant about the whole thing and let him do all the offering. If he does come through, I will have poo tomorrow.
Found a cute little volunteer pine tree on the back forty. It's about 4 feet tall. Was able to dig him up, tap root and all and have placed him in an oversized pot. Jay was sounding a little sad about maybe not having a Christmas tree this year. I haven't told him I did it yet. He's coming out tomorrow, so it will be a surprise. It sort of reminds me of Charlie Brown's Christmas Tree, which makes me smile.
Thanks to everyone who sent those good wishes to me about the job. Happy Gardening and a Merry Christmas to all.
It's been a particularly difficult last four months. I, along with millions of others, have been hit very hard this year. I lost my job back in August and have been pounding the pavement and hitting the keyboards everyday trying to find something, anything. I am very happy and fortunate to say that I have a possible job offer. The manager wants me, I have the experience they are looking for, we are just waiting for "corporate" to give the okay. This is a "rebound" job. One that I had when I lived in Oklahoma City, only in a lesser position to begin with. And, I have to get past that stupid "e-mail of resignation" I sent in anger and frustration. I was honest with the store manager as to what I had done, so there will be no surprises on his part.. Word to the wise...always have someone you love and trust read those stupid things BEFORE you send them. The company has undergone a lot of internal and higher level changes and I'm comfortable that the abuse of man hours will not be happening again. And, in my defense, I was one of 15 or 16 managers that resigned within a 6 month period. There was also a class action lawsuit, so my actions are defensible, to a certain degree. I should have final word by Tuesday or Wednesday.
In (hopeful) celebration, Jay is taking me to dinner tonight in Jacksonville. We're going to Carrabba's. They have this pasta tagliorine (sp?) dish that I just love.
Have got the house ready for my absence, the cats all tucked away, cooed and loved on. The gardens are all watered and the suitcase is packed.
Meant to mention that we picked up some organic topsoil last week for half price. About 200 pounds for 5 bucks. I amended the new part of the garden with two bags, put one on the compost and am holding off on the others until I figure out where the tomatoes will go this spring. Hope that everyone has a fantastic weekend and that the first of the week will bring a good news blog to share.
It's snowing in Louisiana, there's mowing in California, we have squirrels in the chimney and a case of the missing Poo. We have families reunited, holidays alone, loved ones lost and new ones bringing joy. We have seasoned veterans, first time gardeners and a host of expertise all strewn between. You know something, Garden Guides is a pretty interesting place to be. Seriously, where else can you find mystery, drama, intrigue, hope, love, laughter, heartache, heart break and sadness with nary a cussword, no nudity, very little actual violence (some implied, but I'm the guilty party in that one) all for free? Not to mention all the good advice, kind words, loads of encouragement, inspiration and community. I really don't know where I would be if I couldn't pop in during a break in the day. Catch up on all the comings and goings. Sit down and type a word or two. Read the blogs, find out about all sorts of things I would never have known about before. I think we have (I have) just sort of taken for granted that Garden Guides is here and we (I) forget those behind the scenes who make this baby work. Hats off to all the moderators for keeping us in line LOL and all the "secret IT folks" who work their magic and keep this site free of nasty, bad and virulent things (herbicide for the garden guide). Stand up and take a bow. Thank you for allowing all of us to enjoy this wonderful place.
Chapter Two
When we last visited I was upset because the manure man had been a no-show. In today's chapter we will pick up after the phone call to the manure man in which he responded: "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't call. I dropped the phone and the screen broke and I didn't have your number written down to call back. On top of that, a fuse went out in the truck and I'll have to fix that before I can drive home. I should be home around 6:30 and by the time I get done loading the truck , I'll call. I said , "Oh my, what a rotten day. Why don't you write down my number and keep it in your pocket so you'll have it handy when you call.? The manure man said. "Okay, thanks, I'll call you this evening." It's now 5:45 p.m. Jay and I sat down to dinner, the phone placed at the left of my fork, in case he calls. I didn't want to miss it. We finished dinner around 6:45 p.m. "Let's go for a walk", Jay says. I respond, "Okay, but I'm bringing the phone, just in case, you know, the manure man calls". We got back from our walk at 8:00 p.m. At 10:00 p.m. I turned the phone off.
Fast forward to the next morning. "Jay, should I call the manure man to see if he's okay?" Jay says, "Better you call than me, I wouldn't be as nice". So at 10:00 a.m. I call. The phone rings and rings and then the voice mail kicks in. I am in the middle of leaving a message and the manure man picks up...He says, "Uh, hello?" I respond, "Hello, this is the lady you were going to call back about the load of manure?".. The manure man responded, "Oh man, I am so sorry, My boss kept me late at work and by the time I got home I figured it was too late to call". I'm thinking to myself, well, why didn't you call when you found out you weren't going to be able to do this tonight...anyway, I said, "Well things happen sometimes. It's okay. What about delivering the manure this evening. He says, "That would work out great for me. I'll call you when I'm leaving work." I say "Why don't you write down my phone number so you'll have it, since your screen is broken on your cell phone?" He says, "Good thinking" So I give him my number (for like the third time). Jay and I stay busy doing little chores around the property. Hours pass and it's time for dinner, so we go in. We sit down around 5:30 p.m. I put my phone to the left of my fork, I really don't want to miss his phone call, you know? We finish dinner, pour a glass of wine, go to the T.V. room. We watch a couple of programs on TV. I keep picking up the phone, flipping it open to see if maybe I just didn't hear the phone ring two feet from me. At 10:00 p.m. Jay looks at me and says, "You know, he's a jerk". I say. "Yeah, you're right". Jay left this morning and his parting words were: "I don't think there is any shortage of manure where that man is concerned!" I agree.
My conclusion? If a person says he or she can get you a truck load of manure for 20 bucks, the only manure you'll get is what's coming out of their mouth.
Hope everyone has had a good last few days. I'll be spending the next few trying to find a legitimate source of poo.
Happy Gardening everybody.
There I sat, anticipating, restless, pacing the floors. Excited at the thought of a dump truck full of manure. 5:00, 5:15, 5:30, 5:45, 6:00, 6:00, 6:15...still no phone call or rumble of a dump truck up the driveway. At 6:30 I decided to call him, you know, the Manure Man. He answered on the second ring. I said, "Hey, this is the lady you are delivering the manure to, is everything still on schedule?" He said: "Oh...yeah, I'm just now leaving work, let me call you right back." I said okay, but please remember that if this isn't a good time for you or if something has come up, it's okay. I'm very flexible with my schedule, so if another time is better, that's just fine with me." He said: "No, tonight is just fine, I need to close up the store and I'll call you right back". All together now....He never did call, or come up the driveway in a big dump truck loaded with poo. There are so many different levels of disappointment going on right now. In him, in no manure, in me for being so Pollyanna...in me, again, for giving him an out instead of setting expectations of a delivery last night and in people in general because stuff like this is so pervasive in our society. And now I'm stuck with agonizing over, do I call him this morning and be mad?, do I call him worried that something may have happened, or do I just not call and chalk it up to "that's life"? I see this guy at least twice a month at the local hardware store in town. Oh bother.....and the biggest harumph is that where else can I get a load of organic poo for only 20 dollars?
The garden expansion doesn't stand a chance of not happening today...all that anger will be channeled through the shovel and mattock and fortified with at least two ibuprofen. Damn you weeds, damn you root masses, damn you sand!
The grasshoppers ate all the Flowering Sweet Pea. Not even a a hint of a sprig, anywhere. I have another packet. Guess I'll get that done as well.
Jay will be here this afternoon. We have a "date" to watch the Cowboys on Sunday and he wants his favorite dinner..."Wham Bam Pork". Lots of garlic and gravy and terribly bad for you. But we only have it once a month, so no biggie. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'll update on the manure man later. Take care all.
Today is the big day. Just as the sun starts to set behind the trees and the clouds release the rain drops they've been holding onto all day, the manure will arrive. Ah yes, a truck load of it, delivered at dark and in the rain. How much better does it get!!! No wait, I can't jinx things. What if the dump part of the truck breaks and we DO have to shovel it all by hand? Nah, no more bad luck and bad things at this abode.
The porch enclosure seems to be working. There was only one unfortunate incident night before last. I had locked things up for the night, turned lights out, said goodnight to everyone and was curled and ready to snooze when I heard this loud, strange thump/kaboom noise. I unfurled myself, put on the robe and slippers and went to investigate. The "gate" part of the fence was down. I'm thinking, stupid dogs, then I see Hoover hiding under the table and I see the new white kitty just beyond the pathway to the porch. He/she was just yowling and carrying on. I didn't see Squeak. I calmed Hoover down and went ever so slowly towards the white kitty, just talking and cooing to it. White kitty just starts meowing back and walks to me. Apparently, she was hungry and had come up on the porch trying to find food, not realizing that the porch had been enclosed. Somehow she knocked things down and scared everybody. I set out a bowl of food for "it" and started looking for Squeak. Well, that great and grand master of his domain was 20 feet up the oak tree, scared silly. That just tickled me to no end. He acts like he's the biggest, baddest, toughest cat that ever walked this green Earth when I'm around. I finally talked him down from the tree and we walked to the porch and he took his place in the chair closest to the door. I don't know if his dignity got stuck in the tree or not.
Got about a third way done with garden expansion before my back screamed no more. I don't have a tiller so this is all done by hand. A shovel, a mattock and some aspirin! While I was out there I noticed that 2 more garlic sprouts and 3 potato sprouts have emerged. There is hope! The onions are really looking good. However, the grasshoppers have just about mowed down the broc and cauli. I did another dusting with Diatomaceous Earth, hopefully that will slow them down enough for the plants to recover. I wish I could afford that stuff that kills those damn grasshoppers or even some guineas for the garden. Next year WILL be better and I won't have to scrimp so much.
Need to run into town. Jay is coming tomorrow. Boy, what good timing on his part, eh? After the manure, after the digging and after the porch enclosure. I want his schedule!
Hope everyone has a great day. Take care.
I have decided since I am getting a truckload of manure, I am going to expand the garden area. Right now, it's only about 10 x 20. I want to double that size and then put in a smaller area just for squash next year. Plus, the area where I put in the vining okra got shady way too early in the day. So, I guess that's another thing I'll need to think about. The weather folks are calling for warmer temps for the next few days, so, now is the time.
Had another run in with those damn dogs. One is a pit bull, the other is a motley mix with a 3/4 tail. I had been sound asleep when the inside kitty started doing tears up and down the hallway. I woke up, threw on my robe and slippers and went running. I didn't quite know what was up at that point, but when I got to the kitchen door I saw them on the porch. I slammed the palm of my hand against the door frame and scared the heck out of them. I was too asleep to grab the shotgun so I grabbed the big maglite and went out. The pit took off but the yellow motley one started towards me. Why didn't I grab that shotgun! The closest thing I had was the lid to the stainless steel can for the bird seed. I grabbed that and started whomping on the porch post like a mad woman and making noises I never thought a human could make. That dog stopped dead in it's tracks and just stared at me. I made a lunging motion towards it and that did the trick. It took off with that little tail trying to tuck. Spent most of yesterday building a fence to enclose the porch. It's not very pretty. We had found some discarded fence sections on a walk a while back. So I gathered those, some 4 x 6's, some cinder blocks and chicken wire. As I said, it won't win any beauty prizes, but it will sure either keep those dogs off the porch or at least slow them down.
I know I have said before that I would kill those dogs, but last night made me really think, Do I have it in me? Could I really pull the trigger and then witness what I've just done. Or maybe the philosophical part will go out the window next time I come face to face with those things and it will happen. I guess the biggest part of me just wants them to not come around here anymore. It makes me angry that the owners of those dogs are putting me through all this questioning. If they would just be responsible, then none of this would matter.
Anyway, enough about that. Going to pour another cup of coffee and walk out to the garden and decide which way the expansion will go. Maybe Squeak and I will find a nice sunny spot and flop down together for a few.
Hope everyone has a wonderful day. Happy Gardening, even if it's in your daydreams.
Finally. I went into Alachua and hooked up with the guy I met at the hardware store who does organic gardening. About a month ago he had offered to deliver a dump truck full of organic dairy cow poo. I didn't have any extra cash then, but have managed to sock away $20. So, the poo is being delivered on Friday! And, the best part, drum roll, it will be in a dump truck which means no climbing in and shoveling out!!!!!! I never thought I'd be this excited about a load of....well, you know. There is hope for this blow sand of a garden now. The poo is coming from the University of Florida's organic dairy farm. No pesticides, herbicides, antibiotics, growth hormones or other stuff that may end up in our bags of manure. He also says it's been sitting out for a couple of months so the composting process has already begun. I'm going to have him off load it uphill from the garden so that I can get the run off into the area before spring. My good neighbor is coming over on Saturday and we will do a "bucket brigade" over to her gardens. I just have to share the wealth!
Pulled up the last of the Limas. I have turned over a new leaf and can say now that I do like Limas. Although I prefer them raw, freshly shelled. I used to do that with the with other beans I've grown. They'd be half gone before I got to the house. And I especially love fresh asparagus, right from the field. I did manage to save enough Limas to cook Jay a small bowl for Thanksgiving.
The cats are learning to play better with each other. They just stand and growl now instead of launching into the full scale attack. I swear, they are just like kids fighting for someone's attention.
We got a little more rain last night. That makes 1 3/4" for a two day total. If it would just do this more often I wouldn't worry about watering the well dry.
That's all for now. Everybody stay busy and warm and work off those extra turkey pounds!
The rain is falling heavy now. It started this morning with the low rumble of thunder and thickening clouds overhead. The wind is blowing from the west, pushing the rain almost sideways. It has been a month since we've had any rain here. Maybe less than a tenth of an inch two weeks ago. On my way home from Jacksonville I was noticing patches of burned grass on the roadsides. Grass fires scare me, hello California. And being so far out in the country there are no fire hydrants here. So, the rain is a blessing not only for the gardens, but for the fields and grasses all around us.
Thanksgiving was wonderful. Very quiet and low key. Just Jay and me. I found a small turkey and cooked it in a different way. Jay had seen something in his internet travels about cooking the turkey flat, and it would only take 45 minutes. Hmmm...3 1/2 hours to the electric company or only 45 minutes? No brainer. I'm cheap, frugal, a penny pincher and unemployed. I watched the video on how to do it . Easy. Cut the backbone out of the turkey. (Need big, sharp knife). Lay flat, and you have to press really hard to break the bones to do so. I actually used a heavy skillet and whomped the fool out of it. Season as usual. Place in a roasting pan with no lid. Preheat the oven to 450. Cook for 20 minutes. At this point, turn the heat down to 400 and baste the turkey. I actually had to cook mine for almost an hour. But, I've never calibrated the temp on my oven...so, I could've been off temp wise. It really turned out beautiful.
The kitties missed me while I was gone. However, that was soon forgotten with all the turkey treats they've been getting! Squeak is completely over his injuries and is being a butt to Hoover. Hoover, I have determined, is a "gelding". Squeak is still a "stallion". They are fighting for dominance of the porch, and my lap. Once while I was sitting there!
Am going to sit here and enjoy the rain. It is falling more gently now. Almost asking me to come out and walk in it. And, that is a very tempting invitation.
Hope everyone is doing well, enjoying the remnants of Thanksgiving and dreaming of their spring gardens!
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