wordsfromanneli

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Whoever Said Life Was Fair?

Look closely and what do you see hanging out of Emma’s mouth?

She had just been over to a stack of landscaping ties that she had been visiting constantly over the last few weeks, and I saw her lunge at something.

She got what she lunged for, but then stood there not knowing if she should swallow or spit.

Whoever said that life was fair?

Didn’t I catch that mouse? 

Good clean catch was fair and square.

Snatched her by her house.

Meanwhile Maisie Mouse was cast into darkness. I couldn’t see what she was doing in there, but I feared the worst.

Oh my goodness! It’s so dark,

Wet and warm with slime,

That black dog is like a shark,

Got me good this time.

 

But Emma is so obedient. She knows that when I say, “Thank you,” she should give up what’s in her mouth.

After many, pleading “thank yous” Maisie was dropped onto the grass.  I had to then protect her from another onslaught of Emma-attacks. Maisie ran up onto my shoes and then onto the cuff of my sweat pants. Luckily they are elasticized and she had no access to my bare leg (or anywhere else). I took a tissue from my jacket pocket and picked her up – not an easy task with her skittering here and there. But as soon as I got hold of her, the ungrateful girl sank her chompers into my finger.

Did I let go? You’d better believe it. I had to quickly distract Emma while Maisie made her way through the grass to the edge of the trees and disappeared.

 

Tiny little needle knives

Sank into my skin,

Thanks I got for saving lives, 

What a fool I’ve been.

 

I’m glad Maisie survived, but I’m still waiting for a Thank You note from her. It could be a while. Oh – wait! Here’s Maisie.

 

 


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Pileated Woodpecker Visits Again

Folks, I want you to know that this year it has been great to visit Anneli’s garden. It’s quiet (she’s hardly ever out here), and it’s so-o-o-o … shall we say, to be polite … it’s “au naturel.”

She thinks it’s a mess, but to me, it looks better than ever. Bugs are hiding everywhere, under weeds she hasn’t cleared away. A smorgasbord for me!

As a matter of fact, I think I might have one of those little critters on me. “Well, surprise, surprise, little bugs. There’s no free ride on me! You will be on my dinner menu. Heh, heh, heh, haaa-hooo!”

Messy garden, 

Perfect place,

I have dinner,

Leave no trace.

 

Bugs that crawl

Look fine to me,

On the ground

Or in the tree.

 

When the garden’s

Gone to h—,

I see bugs 

That suit me well.

 


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Apple Time

It’s apple time again.  If you’re lucky enough to have an apple tree, it’s practically your duty to make a pie or two.

Here we go:

Peel and cut up the apples into a big bowl. Save your peelings for the compost.

In a small bowl, mix up some brown sugar (maybe two to four tablespoons – depends on how sour the apples are), two tablespoons of flour, and a generous sprinkle of cinnamon.

Add the sugar/cinnamon mixture to the apples and stir to coat the apples.

In a food processor, put two cups of flour, a cup of butter, a pinch of salt, and a quarter cup of sugar. Pulse it a few times to blend.

In a measuring cup put one egg yolk and add cold water to make about 3/4 of a cup.

Mix the egg yolk and water with a fork and add to the food processor. Pulse it just a few times to mix it and then put the dough onto a board for rolling out.

Put the egg white in a dish and add a dash of half and half cream for brushing the top of the crust before baking (so save that for a bit later when the pies are almost ready to put in the oven).

Handling the dough as little as possible, press it into a big lump. Cut it in two (for two pies) and cut each piece in two once more (for the bottom and top of each pie – so, four pieces).

Roll out the pieces of dough, doing the bottom layer first so you can put half of the apples in each pie dish. I’ve found that an easy way to move the dough from the board to the pie plate is to fold it in half, lay it on half the dish, and then unfold it.  Don’t worry if the rolled out dough has rough edges. Those will be trimmed off after the “lid” is put on.

Brush the top of the pies with the egg white mixture. Cut some slits into the pie crust to allow steam to escape while it’s baking.  Have the oven preheated to 450. Bake for 12-15 minutes until the top crust begins to brown. Turn the oven down to 350 and bake for another 30-35 minutes, until you see juice bubbling as it tries to get out of the crust.

It’s best to let the pie cool a bit before trying to cut it and putting it on a plate, but once it has cooled slightly, it will hold together better. That’s the time to serve it up and enjoy!

 


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Thirsty Squirrel

Lincoln’s grandson, Crispin, was as small as a Coffee Crisp bar when I first saw him. He has moved into the woodshed and gets fed most mornings. Unsalted sunflower seeds, hazelnuts, and walnuts are some of his favourite foods.

But in these weeks of drought we’ve had, the most important thing is to have water handy.

I thank you for the sunflower seeds,

Its flavour none can match,

But now my throat is parched and needs 

Some liquid down the hatch.

I think there’s water in that tub,

Enough for several sips,

No need to dive in like a sub,

Just need to to wet my lips.

 

I’ll take one long last look around,

To watch for owl and hawk,

To be scooped up if I were found,

Would be an awful shock.

 

So quickly now, I steal a slurp ,

Then check again for trouble,

Another slurp and then a burp,

And head out on the double.

 

But first I have to greet my gal,

Who brings me all this stuff,

I’m lucky she is such a pal,

I can’t thank her enough.


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Mystery Bug

I took this picture a few years ago and had forgotten about it. My white phlox plant still had a few flowers then, but later, most of the white flowers got eaten by this grasshopper and his friends.

I’m not crazy about insects, but this grasshopper had rather pretty markings. I tried to find out what kind he was. The closest I could find was a two-striped grasshopper. It looks to me that this guy has only one stripe but maybe they are counting the identical stripe on the other side of his body.  Any ideas for an accurate I.D.?

 

I recommend “The Phlox” for lunch,

With seating for a crowd,

Delicious food on offer here,

So far, it’s not too loud.

 

I’ve stuffed my face with flowers white,

They’re delicate to chew,

If you don’t join me soon, I say,

That’s just too bad for you.

 

 

I thought she grew these plants for us,

Perennials you  know,

And yet she shoos us all away,

“Get out! It’s time to go!”