A much cooler Wednesday at this little place here today. The wind is kicking up, and the forecast for the next several days definitely looks like October weather.
I'm joining with Ginny and the Yarn Along for a peek at what everyone is knitting/crocheting and reading this week.
As you can see, I've been working on my Ups N Downs dish towel. I think it's about half done. The directions say to 'knit to desired length', so I'm going by the how long most of the dish towels in my kitchen are. Which makes this project about half-way finished, or perhaps slightly less than half. Depends on if I stretch it as if blocking, or just measure as is. I'm leaning toward measuring as is, because I'm not going to block it after every wash once it's off the needles and in use.
Reading-wise, I just finished (and returned to the library, so no picture!) Beverly Lewis's latest book: The Photograph. It was wonderful, and I devoured the book in about three days.
Regular readers of this little place here may have noticed I tend to read a lot of Amish fiction. What can I say? I've always been drawn to their simpler lifestyle (uh, look around this little place here and see how differently my family lives compared to your typical member of American society 2015. ..), plus the books themselves are in line with what I prefer to read: no violence, no graphic sex scenes, very little political anything, no chasing after status or material things in order to determine self-worth, and certainly no following the latest trend or social media 'must do'!
Anyway, that's my contribution to the yarn along this week.
Random thoughts and experiences on my little piece of earth. Kids, gardening, chickens, heating with wood, hunting, food preservation and much more!
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Blackberry Moonshine Update
My "moonshine" is finished! If you haven't the slightest clue what I'm talking about, first read this post.
After my berries had steeped in Everclear for three weeks, I strained out the berries, and put the liquid back into my half-gallon jar. Then I added a sugar solution I had made earlier in the day and let cool to room temp (4 cups boiling water and 3 cups sugar). I put the lid on the jar and sloshed it around a few times for good measure, before setting it back into the cupboard to continue 'processing'.
Two weeks later, time was up! Unfortunately at that time I had a roaring sinus infection and couldn't taste a darn thing. But, the trial 'sip' (okay, a medicine measuring cup dipped into the jar) did seem to kick a hole in my cold--seriously, I started to feel better that same night, reminding me of how when DH's father was still alive we'd take a hefty shot of his homemade wine to get rid of a head cold.
That was about two weeks ago. This past weekend, I shared some of it with my extended family. The taste has mellowed somewhat, getting a little less sharp on the alcohol and a tad sweeter. Not quite as sweet as cough syrup, nor as thick, but somewhat like that. I have the feeling that I'm going to be making more of this in future years (especially since the family I shared it with is all ready hinting about getting my blackberry 'shine for Christmas and birthdays).
Next year, if the berries are abundant enough, I'll make my next batch. I'm thinking instead of using table sugar in the sugar syrup (like I did this time), I'll get some corn sugar, which is what we use when brewing beer.
After my berries had steeped in Everclear for three weeks, I strained out the berries, and put the liquid back into my half-gallon jar. Then I added a sugar solution I had made earlier in the day and let cool to room temp (4 cups boiling water and 3 cups sugar). I put the lid on the jar and sloshed it around a few times for good measure, before setting it back into the cupboard to continue 'processing'.
Two weeks later, time was up! Unfortunately at that time I had a roaring sinus infection and couldn't taste a darn thing. But, the trial 'sip' (okay, a medicine measuring cup dipped into the jar) did seem to kick a hole in my cold--seriously, I started to feel better that same night, reminding me of how when DH's father was still alive we'd take a hefty shot of his homemade wine to get rid of a head cold.
My finished 'shine',
When, a few days later, I'd gotten my sinuses cleared enough to have recovered my sense of taste, I poured out another little slug of my blackberry moonshine. It was pretty good. Not overly sweet, like some people reported who had previously used the same recipe I found online. If anything, it was a tad dry for my palate. And it didn't taste quite as strongly of blackberries as I had hoped it would; yet it definitely is good enough that I'll drink it!
True color, just what leeched from the berries--
no food coloring added!
Next year, if the berries are abundant enough, I'll make my next batch. I'm thinking instead of using table sugar in the sugar syrup (like I did this time), I'll get some corn sugar, which is what we use when brewing beer.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Fall Craft: Dipped Leaves
Early last Spring, I saw, somewhere in Internetland that I have not been able to find since, (and so cannot properly credit for the idea) a picture on a blog of some very lovely fall leaves that had been preserved by dipping them in melted wax.
The leaves were so pretty, their colors so perfectly saved, that I decided I was going to collect leaves this Fall and then preserve them in wax. There are so many possible uses for leaves that won't dry out and crumble away to dust: strung together as a garland and hung across a window or wall, made into a wreath, just pretty bright spots on a table or mantle (not that I have a mantle, but hey, if I did I could put leaves on it!). . . I can't even begin to imagine all the ways I could decorate with leaves. I mean, decorating is something fairly new to me--most of my adult life has been spent raising a houseful of kids and there wasn't money or space (or time!) for many objects whose sole purpose was to look nice; no, things had to be functional rather than just pretty.
But, as my kids grew up and moved away and money got slightly less tight and my time got a little freer, I have begun to dabble in decorating. All as cheaply as possible, of course. I still can't bring myself to spend a load of money on something just because I think it looks nice. Form to function is still my mantra. Anyhoo. . .
I present to you, mysuper cheap, (no, let's say frugal, because that sounds better), my frugal Fall decorating project of wax dipped leaves.
First, I collected some leaves while out hiking in the Keweenaw Peninsula this past weekend when DH, DS2 and I went to visit DD2 at her college (and DS2's alma mater). DD2 and I were really getting into it, finding all sorts of leaves that were just starting to change color. Since DD2's major is Wildlife Ecology, she has many outdoorsy types of classes and this semester one of them is Trees. I'm sure it has some more impressive sounding name, but pretty much it is a class in tree identification. Now, plant identification has always been a hobby of mine, so she and I had a blast 'finding' different trees by looking for a variety of leaves for my leaf project.
Once our hike was done, I knew I needed a way to keep my leaves 'fresh' so they didn't end up dried up and crushed before I could get home and find time to dip them in the wax. I always pack a variety of reading material when I go on a car trip, and I happened to have the latest issue of Taproot magazine in my travel bag. Putting my leaves between the pages of Taproot seemed an excellent--and fitting--way to transport them home.
They actually looked kind of cool just hanging out in the magazine, as if they had been put there by some graphic designer. Okay, that's a stretch, but they did fit the theme of the magazine, anyway.
But, I knew they wouldn't stay nice forever just tucked away between the pages, so when I was ready to melt the wax, I took them out.
In order to melt the wax and not sacrifice any of my cookware, I used the same sauce pan that I dissolve the fels naptha in while making laundry soap. That became the 'bottom' of a double boiler I rigged up by washing out a large can (from baked beans earlier in the week) real well and using that can as the 'top' of the double boiler: water went in the sauce pan and a couple slabs of paraffin went into the can, then I put the whole thing on medium heat on the stove.
While the wax was melting, I put down a few layers of newspaper on the kitchen island to lay the leaves on once they had been waxed. I didn't want to have to deal with scraping wax off my butcher block when done, you see.
Then, it was time to start dipping!
The leaves were so pretty, their colors so perfectly saved, that I decided I was going to collect leaves this Fall and then preserve them in wax. There are so many possible uses for leaves that won't dry out and crumble away to dust: strung together as a garland and hung across a window or wall, made into a wreath, just pretty bright spots on a table or mantle (not that I have a mantle, but hey, if I did I could put leaves on it!). . . I can't even begin to imagine all the ways I could decorate with leaves. I mean, decorating is something fairly new to me--most of my adult life has been spent raising a houseful of kids and there wasn't money or space (or time!) for many objects whose sole purpose was to look nice; no, things had to be functional rather than just pretty.
But, as my kids grew up and moved away and money got slightly less tight and my time got a little freer, I have begun to dabble in decorating. All as cheaply as possible, of course. I still can't bring myself to spend a load of money on something just because I think it looks nice. Form to function is still my mantra. Anyhoo. . .
I present to you, my
First, I collected some leaves while out hiking in the Keweenaw Peninsula this past weekend when DH, DS2 and I went to visit DD2 at her college (and DS2's alma mater). DD2 and I were really getting into it, finding all sorts of leaves that were just starting to change color. Since DD2's major is Wildlife Ecology, she has many outdoorsy types of classes and this semester one of them is Trees. I'm sure it has some more impressive sounding name, but pretty much it is a class in tree identification. Now, plant identification has always been a hobby of mine, so she and I had a blast 'finding' different trees by looking for a variety of leaves for my leaf project.
Once our hike was done, I knew I needed a way to keep my leaves 'fresh' so they didn't end up dried up and crushed before I could get home and find time to dip them in the wax. I always pack a variety of reading material when I go on a car trip, and I happened to have the latest issue of Taproot magazine in my travel bag. Putting my leaves between the pages of Taproot seemed an excellent--and fitting--way to transport them home.
But, I knew they wouldn't stay nice forever just tucked away between the pages, so when I was ready to melt the wax, I took them out.
In order to melt the wax and not sacrifice any of my cookware, I used the same sauce pan that I dissolve the fels naptha in while making laundry soap. That became the 'bottom' of a double boiler I rigged up by washing out a large can (from baked beans earlier in the week) real well and using that can as the 'top' of the double boiler: water went in the sauce pan and a couple slabs of paraffin went into the can, then I put the whole thing on medium heat on the stove.
While the wax was melting, I put down a few layers of newspaper on the kitchen island to lay the leaves on once they had been waxed. I didn't want to have to deal with scraping wax off my butcher block when done, you see.
Then, it was time to start dipping!
Holding each leaf by the stem, I dipped them one at a time into the melted wax. Since the wax didn't fill the can (that would have been way more than I needed), I had to tilt and roll the can a little in order to coat some of the larger/wider leaves all the way.
Once dipped, the leaves went into a single layer on the newspaper until cooled, which didn't take but a few minutes. When I was all done, I found that some of the leaves had kind of stuck to the paper, but I was able to remedy that by grabbing my frosting spreader out of the drawer and using it to slide between the leaf and the newspaper to release the leaves that were stuck. I could have used a knife for the same purpose, but the frosting spreader was closer to where I was working.
After all the leaves were cooled and loosened I took a picture and sent it to DD2.
I love the way the leaves turned out. The wax really brightened up their colors so they actually look like the day DD2 and I found them rather than dried leaves pressed in a book (or magazine).
This would be an excellent craft to do with kids of all ages. All you need is some wax (paraffin aka Gulf Wax or other 'clear' wax), a bunch of leaves, some news paper, and a makeshift double boiler (pan+water+clean tin can).
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Yarn Along 2015.37: Finished Petty Harbour
Another beautiful September Wednesday in progress. I'm joining with Ginny's Yarn Along again today.
Over the weekend, I finished the Petty Harbour socks I'm knitting for my Dad. I'm glad to be done with them; while socks are my favorite item to knit, men's socks seem to take forever. It's just 8 more stitches per row, and an extra inch or two on the foot, but boy, I find myself getting anxious to just get to the toe and be done. Same thing happened when I knit DS2 a pair of socks last year, so I'm pretty sure it's the men's versus women's size difference and not the pattern that makes me get tired of knitting.
Originally, I had planned to cast on a pair of socks for DS1 after finishing Dad's socks. DS1's birthday is in November, so logically he would be the next person to knit socks for. And if I couldn't finish them in time for his birthday, I could always give them to him as a Christmas gift instead. But now. . . now I'm dragging my heels on starting them. I mean, he does wear a size 14 shoe.
If I got tired of knitting a pair of size 10's for my Dad, will I find myself just so incredibly tired of sock knitting if I attempt a pair of 14's right now?
While I debate that dilemma, I will focus on finishing my Ups N Downs towel.
Over the weekend, I finished the Petty Harbour socks I'm knitting for my Dad. I'm glad to be done with them; while socks are my favorite item to knit, men's socks seem to take forever. It's just 8 more stitches per row, and an extra inch or two on the foot, but boy, I find myself getting anxious to just get to the toe and be done. Same thing happened when I knit DS2 a pair of socks last year, so I'm pretty sure it's the men's versus women's size difference and not the pattern that makes me get tired of knitting.
Originally, I had planned to cast on a pair of socks for DS1 after finishing Dad's socks. DS1's birthday is in November, so logically he would be the next person to knit socks for. And if I couldn't finish them in time for his birthday, I could always give them to him as a Christmas gift instead. But now. . . now I'm dragging my heels on starting them. I mean, he does wear a size 14 shoe.
If I got tired of knitting a pair of size 10's for my Dad, will I find myself just so incredibly tired of sock knitting if I attempt a pair of 14's right now?
While I debate that dilemma, I will focus on finishing my Ups N Downs towel.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
So, Hay
It's the second half of September. It's also just about the best hay making weather we've had all year. After rain, heavy dews, and thick foggy mornings for pretty much the first half of the month, we suddenly got clear, breezy, warm but not humid weather. Everyone around has been making hay in the last week or so; the last hay of the season.
I'm included in that 'everyone'. Last Monday, the wife of the family who cuts my hay asked if I wanted mine done this week. Heck yes, I wanted mine done! Who can resist a perfect forecast like that when they have a field tall enough to make a decent number of bales out of?
So I played the farmer's gamble and cut hay on Monday afternoon. Gamble because even though the weather forecast looks decent, that can change in any given twelve hour period. Especially with the wet summer we've had, you take a dry forecast with a grain of salt. Or maybe an entire shaker full.
Monday night, clear skies and no dew. Tuesday was sunny and beautiful, extremely low humidity. Tuesday night, just the slightest dew. Wednesday, warm, warm, warm, and breezy. When the hay was tedded late morning on Wednesday, it was dry all the way through.
Which meant we were baling!! Oh the joy that phrase brings when the weather is good and the hay is just right. "We're baling". Happy faces, happy smiles.
It also meant sore muscles and itchy sweaty bodies once the hay was put in the barn on Thursday. But happy smiles and a feeling of security. Hay is done until late next spring. The loft is full. I have plenty of hay for my animals. And plenty of hay to sell, too.
A barn full of hay going into winter is a wonderful thing.
I'm included in that 'everyone'. Last Monday, the wife of the family who cuts my hay asked if I wanted mine done this week. Heck yes, I wanted mine done! Who can resist a perfect forecast like that when they have a field tall enough to make a decent number of bales out of?
So I played the farmer's gamble and cut hay on Monday afternoon. Gamble because even though the weather forecast looks decent, that can change in any given twelve hour period. Especially with the wet summer we've had, you take a dry forecast with a grain of salt. Or maybe an entire shaker full.
Monday night, clear skies and no dew. Tuesday was sunny and beautiful, extremely low humidity. Tuesday night, just the slightest dew. Wednesday, warm, warm, warm, and breezy. When the hay was tedded late morning on Wednesday, it was dry all the way through.
Which meant we were baling!! Oh the joy that phrase brings when the weather is good and the hay is just right. "We're baling". Happy faces, happy smiles.
It also meant sore muscles and itchy sweaty bodies once the hay was put in the barn on Thursday. But happy smiles and a feeling of security. Hay is done until late next spring. The loft is full. I have plenty of hay for my animals. And plenty of hay to sell, too.
A barn full of hay going into winter is a wonderful thing.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Yarn Along 2015.36: Just a Little
Joining Ginny's Yarn Along on this beautiful sunny Wednesday. You know the kind of weather: sky the most perfect shade of blue, just enough breeze to tickle your scalp, and temperatures that don't chill, but don't bake either. Ahhh, that kind of September day.
Just a little knitting going on for me again this week. More cross stitching, more weeding of the garden, even more reading and a little sewing. But just a little knitting. Somewhere between a dozen and twenty rows added to the Petty Harbour sock. Which brings me about half-way along the foot for sock #2. Not an astounding pace, but a satisfying one. No hurry. This sock will be finished in plenty of time for Dad's birthday next month.
As you can see in the picture above, I got my hands on the first book of the Amish Village mystery series. I enjoyed Murder Simply Brewed almost as much as I did Murder Freshly Baked. The story itself is very engaging, there were just a few spots where I felt the writing was a little weak but not so weak as to make me stop reading. If anything, it showed me how the author has improved from book one of the series to book three, and I'm planning to read book two as soon as I can.
Just a little knitting going on for me again this week. More cross stitching, more weeding of the garden, even more reading and a little sewing. But just a little knitting. Somewhere between a dozen and twenty rows added to the Petty Harbour sock. Which brings me about half-way along the foot for sock #2. Not an astounding pace, but a satisfying one. No hurry. This sock will be finished in plenty of time for Dad's birthday next month.
As you can see in the picture above, I got my hands on the first book of the Amish Village mystery series. I enjoyed Murder Simply Brewed almost as much as I did Murder Freshly Baked. The story itself is very engaging, there were just a few spots where I felt the writing was a little weak but not so weak as to make me stop reading. If anything, it showed me how the author has improved from book one of the series to book three, and I'm planning to read book two as soon as I can.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Keep Your Eyes Peeled
A friendly reminder to always keep your eyes peeled while driving. You never know what might be lurking at the side of the road.
Sometimes it's an animal that might jump out in front of your vehicle. Around this little place here, the deer are starting to get more active, the rut will be on in a few weeks, and bucks will be chasing does all over creation paying no mind to traffic on the roadways.
Other times, it might be children you need to watch out for, playing on neighborhood streets, or running after a ball that got kicked or thrown out of the yard accidentally.
Or, it might be other drivers you have to watch out for. People texting instead of looking where they are going. People going the wrong way on freeway entrance or exit ramps. Drivers under the influence of drugs or alcohol who are endangering others with their delayed reactions and less than clear thinking or vision.
Once in a while, it is because something really great is sitting at the side of the road with a "FREE" sign attached to it. I can't begin to recall all the neat and useful items DH and/or I have picked up from the edge of some one's yard for the unbeatable price of absolutely nothing. . .
. . . a wooden dresser in perfectly usable condition if you overlooked all the graffiti scratched into it by generations of college students (presumably this was dorm furniture once upon a time). . .
. . . a bathroom vanity. . .
. . . an end table. . .
. . .and this week, a wooden rocking horse in near perfect condition!
Sometimes it's an animal that might jump out in front of your vehicle. Around this little place here, the deer are starting to get more active, the rut will be on in a few weeks, and bucks will be chasing does all over creation paying no mind to traffic on the roadways.
Other times, it might be children you need to watch out for, playing on neighborhood streets, or running after a ball that got kicked or thrown out of the yard accidentally.
Or, it might be other drivers you have to watch out for. People texting instead of looking where they are going. People going the wrong way on freeway entrance or exit ramps. Drivers under the influence of drugs or alcohol who are endangering others with their delayed reactions and less than clear thinking or vision.
Once in a while, it is because something really great is sitting at the side of the road with a "FREE" sign attached to it. I can't begin to recall all the neat and useful items DH and/or I have picked up from the edge of some one's yard for the unbeatable price of absolutely nothing. . .
. . . a wooden dresser in perfectly usable condition if you overlooked all the graffiti scratched into it by generations of college students (presumably this was dorm furniture once upon a time). . .
. . . a bathroom vanity. . .
. . . an end table. . .
. . .and this week, a wooden rocking horse in near perfect condition!
Being in great condition, and being the perfect size for my grand kids to use, and retailing somewhere over the $75 mark brand new, it was something too good to pass up. I stopped, backed up, jumped out, and threw it into the back of my suburban feeling all the while like I had won a prize.
Yes, always keep your eyes peeled while driving. You never know what might jump out at you.
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