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Another Lady
Another strong, lovely lady.

Miss Potter, the recent movie with Miss Zellweger as Beatrix, is charming and delightful. We watched it twice, the second time with my parents.

The movie opens in London in 1902. What struck me was the near total constriction of this adult woman. She could go no where unattended. She was still a dependent child in the eyes of her mother. Her aspirations as an artist, writer, business woman were slighted and mocked. She was in her 30’s! What a contrast to the aforementioned Sarah Prine! Sarah and Beatrix were of an age and their experiences could not have been more different. Yes, Sarah is a fictional character. She is based on the experiences of Ms. Turner’s great-grandmother, however. I do not doubt there were many women who had lives as interesting. And this movie is a fictional account of Miss Potter’s life. so there.

In the dark past I read a biography of Beatrix Potter. This movie spurs me on to read one again; it will be Beatrix Potter, A Life in Nature Was she as lonely as the movie indicates? Was there a romance there that death interrupted?

Jay and I saw some of her paintings of insects at the

Victoria and Albert Museum last year, but none of her children’s work.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 24 2007 at 9:00 am
One comment:
Hello! I’m so glad to read that you have asked such good questions about Beatrix Potter and discovered my new biography of her . (the paper edition will be out in March). In the eight years it took to research and write this book I was so excited to learn how many assumptions about her life were simply wrong, and how much her brilliant “second chance ” at happiness as a wife, sheep breeder, country woman and land preservationist had never been known. I hope you’ll have a chance to review it on your very nicely done blog. Potter was much more than a children’s writer and artist — though she has become the world’s favourite. She had a really triumphant life. Best wishes, Linda Lear, author, “Beatrix Potter : A Life in Nature”
Comment posted by Linda Lear (ip: on 11 / 25 / 2007 at 9:37 am

Linda Lear’s website:

Reading Ladies
As I was cutting pieces of venison liver for the beasties’ breakfast this morning, the similarities and juxtapositions of a few books recently read, or being read, were in my thoughts. That and not again cutting myself.

These is My Words –The Diary of Sarah Anne Prine, 1881-1901, a novel by Nancy Turner

strikes me as an American Frontier version of Eliza Bennet. Sarah lives a hundred years after Eliza and Jane in the just being settled Arizona Territories rather than the genteel English countryside.

She has a tougher life and different skills than they. Rather than a hypochondriac mother, her mother retreats into mental exile after her father is killed in an Indian attack. Her travels are through desert territory by wagon train instead of through Kent by coach. She is a crack shot, but does not play piano. But, given the different circumstances, her diary shows many similarities with the women in Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. She want to be a “happy bride” and marry for love. She thinks soldiers are not appropriate husband material. She makes friends with other young ladies and other families and comments on them and their interactions. She loves to learn, read, and write.

In one way she is more similar to Charlotte Bronte’s heroines–she recognizes God has a hand in her life and puts hardships in her way to help her change. Oh, and it is a love story of the best kind.

Jane Austen, A Life by Claire Tomalin is a biography of Miss Austen. I have not yet finished it and like it so far. I see there are those via the link above who are more widely read who disagree. Vehemently.

Nevertheless, it is very interesting that infants in middle-class Victorian England families –clergy even–would farm out their children to lower class wet nurse women and their families until the child “reached the age of reason”.That is, about 18 months of age. She never had her likeness painted or taken.

Jane came from a large family with brothers who became successful soldiers, navel commanders and clergymen. Her family loved reading and writing.

It is also noteworthy that Mary Wollstonecraft’s writings on women, and various “edgy” novels (Tom Jones) were written and read by Jane in her late teens and early 20’s. She seems to have been a spunky character in her own right–at least in letters to her sister Cassandra. But it amazes me that she never went for a walk alone in the countryside until she was 22. She would have found the Arizona Territories a tough life.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 24 2007 at 8:39 am
First Deer Here
Jay was up in his stand less than ten minutes this morning when this doe and a large fawn came hurrying by. He had to yell three times to get them to pause. The doe stopped broadside on and he dropped her. He spent the next two plus hours keeping warm by gutting and dragging her forty yards and then resting for twenty minutes or so. Hurrah!

Meanwhile, a half mile away in another stand I saw grey squirrels, a flock of eleven turkeys and three different groups of does and fawns, ten total. I could have shot a turkey or two. But the deer were all just to my left in hemlocks and there was no clear shot. If I had been on the ground a clear shot would have been presented. When I climbed down because my toes hurt and the shaking made me wonder if in many more minutes I could safely get down, three deer bedded beneath those same trees ran off. They were no more than fifty feet from me. Ah well.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 17 2007 at 10:45 am
Creature Comfort
A recent snap of Isaac and Banner. Notice she has developed tiger stripes on her forelegs.

The voles did not survive even with tender loving care. For which I am thankful.

However, yesterday Isabelle found this poor one in her verboten store of pokeberry juice infused water she had stored in her outside house.

She dried Mr. Mousie off and spent quite a time reviving it. Who knows how long it had treaded water. She was playing with it when I went out wondering what she had been up to for a long while. She took it up to the hedgerow, seemingly no worse for the whole experience.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 14 2007 at 8:40 am
Homegrown November Salad
The raisins and Cotija cheese are store bought.

But the lettuce, red pepper and Gold Rush apples are all from our property here. Cold frame lettuce, one of the last red peppers which have been in the refrigerator and the first harvest apples from the the tree from the NYS agricultural station in Geneva thanks to Angela.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 14 2007 at 8:34 am
To Kill a Mockingbird
Did you know Harper Lee recently received the Presidential Medal of Freedom?

Neither did I until I read an editorial comparing her book, its characters and their experiences with Clarence Thomas’ memoir My Grandfather’s Son.

As it happened, I had just that week picked up To Kill a Mockingbird at the library. I have been reading it aloud to the children. I do not think I had ever read it in my childhood. What a great, literate book about meaningful ideas and issues! And very funny, too. Especially if, like me, you have an audience and like to give each character their own unique voice with a southern drawl. Ham it up, in other words. We are enjoying it immensely.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 13 2007 at 10:58 am
Gypsy Music
Sunday afternoon we went to hear an “afternoon of Gypsy and Hungarian Music”. It was a faculty recital at IC by Wendy Mehne on flute and Diane Birr on piano. They played pieces by Christopher Caliendo, (Concerto No. 1), Bela Bartok (Suite Paysanne Hongroise), Albert Franz Doppler ( Fantaisie pastorale hongroise). Ms. Mehne occasionally slid, almost like an elision, from one note to another in the Doppler piece without using any keys, something I had never heard done on flute. Those moments it sounded more like a Uilean pipe than a flute.

They were then joined by Michael Galvan on clarinet for seven dances arranged from J. Brahms’ Hungarian Dance Suite No. 1. I liked very much the interplay between the flute and clarinet, especially on the No. 5 Allegro. You probably have heard that dance–it is used to suggest cossacks on occasion. You can hear a midi file of it from this page. Scroll down to Brahms.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 13 2007 at 10:16 am
Now is not the best time of year for a squirrel to be expecting
Banner was around yesterday and again this morning. She is hungry, she is grouchy. She really is not interested in being stroked, or spoken to; just fed. Lots. And quickly. She is tugging at clothing in an effort to take bits of them for herself. We hope she is not pregnant at this late date, but the only time she acted so in the past was when she was with young. And she was wrestling with a strange squirrel a couple weeks ago…

News flash: Banner was tugging so hard at the rope binding one of the feeders to a limb that at someone’s insistence I took out some pieces of old cotton mattress pad, ripped up. She made many trips, stuffing them in her mouth. We followed her on the first trip and have determined she is nesting in the tall spruce in the front where she moved her kittens this spring when they were two months old. She is currently ripping up cornhusks from the bunch hanging on the back doorway.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 13 2007 at 8:52 am
Indian Baskets
Last Friday Miss E and we drove down to the Rockwell Museum of Western Art to look at Indian baskets from the Lauren Rogers Museum of Art in Mississippi. From their site: “The Catherine Marshall Gardiner Native American Basket Collection was LRMA’s first collection.”

The best ones were smaller and used fine materials and had high numbers of twining, braiding, or coiling stitches per inch. Three in particular I remember. One was a small bowl shaped woman’s hat from the northwest made of pale gold hazel shoots whose intricate wise zigzag decorations were of something medium brownish red (sumac?) and punctuated with very dark maidenhair fern stem.

There was a cylindrical basket a little more than a handsbreadth across and a whole hand’s height to the fingertips high made of grass twined in a regular, open kind of rectangular lacework or netting. Inside the base the bottom started as a finely woven basket of the usual sort, except there was a sizable nipple rising in the middle. This basket was also from the Northwest.

There was an incredibly finely woven basket of grass, also cylindrical, but smaller which used some sort of fine stem–of grass, I think–as the spokes around which to weave. All the materials were so fine that the finish of the basket was just the tiny tips of the stems left rising above the last row of weaving. So small and delicate was the work we had to look hard to determine just how the basket was finished.

I lied. I remember many more. The baby basket of spruce roots and bark finished with a finely braided edge. Who knew roots and bark could be so fine and shiny, straight and lovely? The round flat basket of colored strips of yucca woven to resemble a sunflower. Both of these were from the Southwest.

In general the baskets from the Southeast were larger, more clumsily woven and more colorful. Less impressive as works of skill and artistry. There were no baskets from Northeastern areas. Maybe because we have the Indian museums at Cooperstown and in NYC.

Miss E knows a lot about baskets. She said that where the Indians had a good, relatively easy food supply–as in the Northwest– basketry was more highly advanced. As opposed to here in the Northeast, where food production, processing and storage determined whether you would live through the winter and there was less time for artistry.

Plant materials listed on various baskets: redbud, hazel shoots, willow, sumac, cedar bark, yucca, grasses, spruce roots and spruce bark, martynia. Alder juice was mentioned as a dye. Twining, braiding and coiling were techniques listed. Though that one cylindrical basket with openwork might have used another technique.

Also notable: Mrs. Gardiner did not catalog the individuals who made the baskets. They, it seems, were of less import than their creations.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 13 2007 at 7:53 am
Planaria, youth, voles
On the walk down to vote we moved sixteen planaria out of the sidewalks and roadways. They were all in the village. Do planaria like to live close together or is there something special about sidewalks?

Last night before bed Isabelle said “I hope I don’t wake up too much younger.” Upon investigation, she informed me she had used a sample package of some beauty product on her face that indicated “makes you more youthful looking”. She was afraid she might look six years old in the morning.

The voles lived through the night. Their caretaker enthusiastically reports that one of them has just eaten a few drops of milk. She was concerned earlier since they did not seem hungry this morning.

Pounce prowls around the vicinity of the feeding process, hoping one rolls off the table.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 06 2007 at 11:17 am
Fusion Food
I have read about fusion cuisine. Fusion cuisine is where the chef adds or substitutes ingredients from other cultures to make a dish that surpasses the original. The food becomes a new intrepretation of a ‘classic’ dish, becoming a dish in its own right. I think I practice this mode on a regular basis. Take tonight’s supper as an example.

Start with a recipe for beef bourginon.

No beef? Use venison.

No brandy? The whiskey is the fullest bottle in the cupboard, and the least sweet, so add a half cup.

A whole bottle of burgundy, huh? We don’t have that particular wine on hand, so I used the quart of quince juice that has been in the cellarway for over five years waiting for me to make jelly. It has a tang, it is made from a fruit, it has been aged– right? Sounds good to me.

No bacon? Butter instead.

We have onions and the garlic, carrots and herbs are fresh from our own ground. While gathering the thyme, parsley and celery I note that the wretches (deer) have come through and recently mown down the swiss chard. All thought of not hunting this year dissolve in a moment.

I never got to the store today so instead of boiling onions and mushrooms I threw in a small container of our frozen edamame. Since it is still kind of watery, I cooked up a batch of quinoa to serve under the stew.


Entry posted by jpm14 on November 05 2007 at 5:38 pm
Vole Babies
While doing a chore for her father, Isabelle recently discovered a vole nest. The three infants are now on the dining room table, being drawn. They are resting on rabbit fur.

I told her she could try to keep them alive. We have already read about how to care for a baby vole.

She has shooed Pounce to the basement. He was showing an uncomfortably high level of interest in them.


I think Zeke needs a snack.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 05 2007 at 2:07 pm
Mako’s visit
A half dozen groups in Ithaca and Cornell campus worked to bring Mako Fujimura to Ithaca. He gave two talks about art, beauty, and being children of Hope creating the world as it should be. He has an impressive resume; his ability to be eloquent and insightful impressed me. And what little work I have seen of his is beautiful.

His paintings are made using Japanese medieval era Nihonga techniques to produce contemporary abstractionist paintings. Ground gold, silver, platinum, malachite, azurite, hide glue and all the reflective and refractive abilities of those elements and stones make his work luminous.

Reflections is the name of Mako’s blog. Access it from his home page.

He and his family live and work in New York City only three blocks from Ground Zero and he is still coming to terms with what happened there September 11th, 2001.

His philosophy of art has been influenced by Jacques Maritain. A quote from Mako’s blog:

“Maritain’s “Creative Intuition in Art and Poetry,” one of the A. W. Mellon Lectures in Fine Arts, given in 1952 at the National Gallery of Art, has been a seminal work for my journey of creativity and faith. I have carried it around with me since college, and this French philosopher/theologian has sown seeds of faith and an integrated view of art and theology into my life and my work.”

He also spoke about Elaine Scarry’s ideas from her book On Beauty and Being Just.

From Friday afternoon: “Choose to live in the imaginative ecosystem of hope.”

Friday night Mako spoke of his maternal grandfather who was a top scientist in Japan and who was the one told by the government to go evaluate the areas after the nuclear bombs fell. His grandfather was a Christian and spent much of the remainder of his life trying to reconcile what he saw in Nagasaki and Hiroshima with what he knew about the god of the Bible. He read parts of Romans 8 and spoke of the transaction between heaven and earth which leads to transcendent freedom and how being a child of God places us in a position to see suffering as eternal hope; we can handle this truth and mediate it via imaginative activities.

Some quotes: “The bedrock underneath all reality is hope.”

“Learn to understand our sufferings and have hope.”

“Intellect and creative intuition are not separate. The core of the intellect is creative intellect. We can not know something deeply without experiencing it deeply–a poetic core.”

“The Bible is a creative book about creation by a creative God creating in love. Art is not exempt from the Commission.”

When asked, Mako named Mother Theresa as his idea of the greatest artist.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 05 2007 at 2:01 pm
First Prize to the “Turkey Caller”
The small private research institute where Jay works does a hearty job of encouraging congeniality and a sort of community spirit amongst its employees. There are an astonishing number of informal get-togethers on company time–all of which include food and drink.

The last day of October provided yet another excuse for jollity. If that is a word. Costumes were encouraged. Jay decided on the spur of the moment to take his turkey hunting camo and wooden box call and stand dressed in that garb in the shrubbery in the atrium, primarily as a humorous addition to the festivities.

He came home last night with a tale of a foreign post-doc asking in all seriousness if the box call was “a new type of cell phone?”. He produced turkey calls on it to assure her it was not.

He also came home with a $50 gift certificate to one of the fancier restaurants in town for winning the costume contest. He was one of only two persons to wear a costume and thinks it is because so many of the people at work are foreigners and Hallowe’en is foreign to them.

Entry posted by jpm14 on November 01 2007 at 12:46 pm
Knitting after The Trip
Two weekends ago, Miss E., Jean, the girl and I drove over to Kinderhook for the New York Sheep and Wool Festival . We drove there in torrential rain, but the rest of the weekend was gloriously sunny, mild and the trees were at their peak in the Catskills.

There was also a rock and gem show on the grounds. The girl used her spending money there.

We watched sheep dog trials– the highly trained, intelligent dogs, listening to their owners whistled and occasionally spoken commands, are able to deftly thread a small flock of sheep through various gates and obstacles quickly and cleanly. The sheep are very attentive to the dogs as the dogs surely have all the mannerisms of consummate predators; head and tails down, skulking, intermittent bursts of speed, eyes constantly on the sheep, coming right at them at angles designed to drive them where they will.

One of the most interesting aspects of the vendors for me was marketing techniques. Some vendors had no technique at all. If you are well known for your product, maybe marketing is not so important. But I was impressed with two businesses enough to buy their product. The first, Morehouse Farm, sold the vast majority of their wool only in kit form. The wool is processed, dyed, spun and packaged with patterns that are unique to their business. Many are very beguiling. This alligator, in particular,

had to come home with me and be made up for a little boy I know.

The second was Philosopher’s wool. Lovely sweaters and an owner who was adamant about not wishing to make money as his first priority–although he sold to us readily enough. He also has an interesting background. He now buys 5% of the wool clip in Canada and has the wool washed, spun and dyed in the States since so many of his customers are here. (I bet we have better processing facilities, too).

Victorian Lace Today had arrived just a week before the trip, so what I was really shopping for was lace yarn. What a lovely book! A Touch of Twist has merino and silk laceweight yarn called “Zephyr” in luscious colors and a very reasonable price. I bought colorway ‘Chanel” which is a dark bluish pink raspberry color . I have only just started a shawl–and ripped out about as many stitches as I have knitted so far. Lace knitting is not to be done with several other things all at once.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 30 2007 at 10:44 am
The Young Huntress
Since her birthday, the girl has become a huntress. She shot a squirrel far enough away from home so that no one was concerned about its being a close relative of Banner’s. That squirrel was a consolation–she and her father were after turkey. She ate it for lunch one noon.

She has been out turkey hunting three times now–seeing and hearing then, but no opportunity to shoot. Typical turkey hunts!

Last Saturday she rose early and went with Jay and a grad student out to hunt geese. It poured rain. The geese had changed their pattern after two weeks of doing the same routine each morning. But, thanks to Uncle Daren who chased the geese repeatedly off their new feeding grounds, the geese did finally come to where the hunters were waiting. Both novice goose hunters bagged a bird.

Isbelle also made a lovely wildlife card “The gang all wish you a Happy birthday” for Uncle D.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 30 2007 at 10:13 am
A Screaming Meany Memory
One of my friends has a son who just had his first screaming meany fit.

Today is the day between our girl’s Gotcha Day and Birthday, and since she now thinks this is a hilarious story it is apropos.

Any one who knows the person in question is aware she has a strong will. Back when she was about three logic held no appeal for, or to her. Back then, her stubborn self will overruled her soft heart many times.

On the day in mind I took her grocery shopping. She rode in the little seat area of the shopping cart.

As usual, a couple of old men stopped and told us how pretty she was, what twinkling eyes, what hair, etc. She has more hair than the manes of most horses, I think. Horses don’t have dimples either, or smile. Somewhere along the way, not too far in, she saw something she wanted and was not allowed to have.

In response to ‘no’ she escalated to yells, then to crying screams as we trundled along. I told her she would stop the yelling and screaming or we would have to leave. The minutes dragged by. She did not stop. Finally, I picked her up out of the cart, left the groceries behind and carried her to the truck, put her in the back, near her seat, told her I would return immediately, locked her in and returned to the store to find an attendant to put the groceries back. She was still furious, but subdued. That we actually left the store without any groceries shocked her a bit, I think.

Returning a couple minutes later she greeted me with “I peed, mama” in a tone which indicated “This will make you feel sorry for not bowing to my will. Now you will obey me!” Indeed, there was urine running out the door when I opened it. Thank heavens for plastic truck flooring. I laughed and put her in her seat. She got upset that she was wet.

“Well, what did you think would happen when you peed you pants?”

She did not go grocery shopping again with me for quite a while.

“What was it I wanted”, she wants to know now. I have no idea.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 18 2007 at 8:39 pm
One comment:
At the time I imagine what you might have wanted was to spend a day with the creature you have NOW, rather than the 3-yr-old. hehe.
Comment posted by anja (ip: on 10 / 20 / 2007 at 12:44 pm
Why you should keep your old washing machine
I have discovered one disadvantage of a front loading washing machine.

One can not wash wool fleece in it. My old top loading washing machine was ideal for this purpose. I ran a load of hot water, turned the machine off, added a cup of Sunlight brand dishwashing soap, then carefully put the fleece in to soak. Make sure the machine does not agitate!

During the day I would go down and visit the fleece and dunk it a little in the soapy water. NO agitation by the machine! We do not desire pounds of lumpy felt.

Hours later–say the next morning, or late that night, when the water had cooled down, I would switch the machine to ‘spin’. The spin where no extra water came in. Then repeat the hot water with no soap, letting the fleece sit until the water was cool with only occasional dunkings, spin the water out a final time and air dry.

This past week I got out the last two unwashed fleeces I have carefully hoarded for years–maybe as much as a decade–you would think I would remember sheep grow fleece each year, wouldn’t you?

Anyway, not having a top loading machine anymore, I washed the smaller part of a fleece, the remains of a 4.5 pound lamb number 475 fleece from Mary Stepney (a lady famous from the Fingerlakes down into Pa for the fine and clean fleeces her sheep grow) in my dye pot on top of the stove.

I cheated. I am impatient with a pot of hot wool on the stove. I let it sit for a couple hours and then drained off as much liquid as possible and refilled the pot with water as hot as that I had drained. After the final drain I wondered if I had felted the whole lot. But no, it is OK.

But I could not spin the water out! The wool sat outside in a chair for days, getting rained on and squeezed occasionally. Then yesterday the sun came out and the metal of the car was very warm. Warm enough to dry most of the fleece and for me to start pulling it into locks.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 17 2007 at 5:01 pm
One comment:
When I went washing-machine shopping two years ago my first stipulation was “top-loading only”. Top loading, and very big. We go through incredible amounts of laundry around here. Not much fleece-washing anymore, but plenty of sweater- and sock-washing.
Comment posted by Abby (ip: on 10 / 17 / 2007 at 7:27 pm
October Harvests
This is half the cold frame:

There are four kinds of roses here–the yellow is in the back.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 17 2007 at 4:47 pm
Squirrel Tails
Banner still comes by every week to ten days.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 17 2007 at 4:43 pm
ND Wilson interview
A blog called Novel Journey has an interview with the author of Leepike Ridge. We all liked Leepike Ridge and look forward to his 100 Cupboards series.
Entry posted by jpm14 on October 16 2007 at 10:34 am
Music Reviews Anyone?
Playback Magazine is a new internet based magazine chock full of wonderfully written reviews on all sorts of music. More music than I knew was out there.

I have my eye on Chopin Preludes.

There are great articles about and news of the music industry at large–not primarily top-40 stuff, either, thank you very much.


is a column that interviews persons in the recording industry. The interview with Mark Waldrep of AIX Records is just great, getting him to describe in detail just how and why certain recording and sonic choices are made for the music his company records for release. I love reading about mic placement, room and instrument acoustics, sound textures and what results.

Chris Martens, the editor, happens to be a good family friend.

Check out Playback!

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 15 2007 at 7:52 pm
Columbus Day
Hope you had as much fun as we did. Angela came for a visit! I had already planned on sushi for lunch. She brought a lovely large bag of apples (Jay says he can’t remember Cortlands tasting as fine as these do), three cans of homemade dulce de leche, and a package of smoked salmon to augment the ‘jello fish’–her name for the fake crab sticks used in sushi.

The sushi contained either said crab or salmon, lightly cooked greenhouse grown petite cabbage leaves (from an experiment), and garden carrot sticks, also cooked. It was very delicious. Then we had apple slices with dulce de leche.

Suzanne (who you may notice does not blog much anymore) came down and watched us eat while she blew her nose.

And a starter before of bread dipped in some great Spanish olive oil and Dukkah–the nut and spice blend.

We went to the Book Sale. I found a biography of Jane Austen and a few children’s books–don’t you like Frances the badger. too? Isaac got some fiction involving terrorists and Isabelle some more horse stories. Angela bought two games: Password and . We had fun playing both.

Angela went to get her hair cut. I made supper: leftover wild turkey stew and quinoa.

Then she and I went to see

Kekexili: Mountain Patrol. Filmed in the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region, it is a harsh story of harsh happenings in a harsh environment. The rare Tibetan antelope, the men who kill them and the men who try to protect them.

It was our nod to the Dalai Lama’s visit to Ithaca, I guess.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 09 2007 at 7:53 pm
It WAS fun, wasn’t it?! 🙂
Comment posted by anja (ip: on 10 / 11 / 2007 at 11:41 PM
I forgot to mention all the work you did on the computer.
And the Horrorgami book that you left here. Isabelle was looking at it and some of the descriptions creeped her out.
Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 10 / 12 / 2007 at 4:07 PM

Herself’s website:

Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region??????!!!!!

I am soooo jealous!

Want to watch it some time with you……

Comment posted by Kiny (ip: on 10 / 15 / 2007 at 8:20 PM
Next Weekend
Margaret’s studio is part of the Art Trail open studio weekend.

She makes beautiful, delicate incredibly detailed glass pieces.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 07 2007 at 3:32 pm
Quilt Show
Today after making tomato sauce, pumpkin muffins, pizza dough, and getting the rest of the day straight in my head, Miss Ellie and I met at the Tompkins County Quilters Guild 16th Biennial Quilt Show.

There were so many quilts it almost made me dizzy. Some were astoundingly fabulous. Ones that remain in mind are an incredibly intricate Baltimore Album quilt made over more than a decade, a Double wedding ring quilt on a cream background with rings that each varied in ordered hue using almost white to a dark blue prints,and an original quilt of song birds by locally well known quilt designer Elsie Dentes, whose husband died suddenly last year. Here is a photo of two of her older designs. And there was a Dutch pinwheel quilt in red and white fabrics from the Netherlands that had fabulous stitching. Many of the quilts were sewn by one person and quilted by another.

There was a section of dolls. The best (I thought) was a dwarf miner (male). He was oafish, winsome and hardy, much different than all the gypsies, fairies and other assorted females trying hard to impress. There were a few clothes. I liked the jacket where the designer had started with a Bali print which she used as the lining and using cut out pieces of the same print turned them into appliqued cherry blossoms, buds, twigs on the plain jacket front/top side with lots of nicely done machine stitching.

We sat in on a discussion on how to make fabric postcards. There are all sorts of new textiles, glues and oddments I had not a clue about. We walked around the vendors obtaining fancy horse socks for someone whose birthday is coming up soon and likes horses and a glasses case made by the Hmong in Laos which has four multi-colored cross-stitch designs on it. We both bought a couple fabric postcards individual guild members had made. The money was donated directly to a charity of maker’s choice.

We ran into quite a few ladies (and a couple men) we knew. Very fun. Then Ellie had to scoot to supper and the book sale and I had to run home and make pizza for Isaac and his friends.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 06 2007 at 9:25 pm
Draft Horse Sale
Friday two of us went to the NY State Draft Horse Club sale.

You can guess which two went. There were about 50 Amish and 250 others of us around the ring watching and bidding for the horses at auction.

What an interesting variety of people and animals. All the way from little Amish boys riding full grown grade Belgian work horses in fancy harness into the ring to obese elderly (non-A) men leading in two puzzled, middle-aged registered Percheron brood mares in foal.

You could have bid on a three month old foal still tied to his mammy’s harness strings who would be weaned from her that very day. Or an older, thin, extremely strong, extremely well-trained gelding Belgian work horse.

I bought two Butternut squash for a dollar each.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 06 2007 at 9:01 pm
That made me laugh!
Comment posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) (ip: on 10 / 06 / 2007 at 9:40 PM

Valerie (Kyriosity)’s website:

?What? You already have enough horse? You don’t need more? 🙂
Comment posted by anja (ip: on 10 / 07 / 2007 at 7:29 PM
Baby House
OK, O you my friends still young enough to be having babies. I think what you need, if you have a yard, is a baby house.

My mother had no such wonderful building. She simply ‘aired’ us outside under the trees.

And then when no more children are coming, just think, a ready-made rabbit hutch!

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 05 2007 at 8:48 pm
How Texas are You?

You Are 36% Texas

You’re as welcome in Texas as a skunk at a lawn party.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 05 2007 at 10:20 am
This is pathetic, considering I’ve had 4 years to get it right, but I’m only 32%. You outclassed me.
Maybe the key to my low score is in the quiz item about Austin.
Comment posted by Jeni (ip: on 10 / 05 / 2007 at 11:40 AM
Maybe the extra 4 pts are because I have favorite recipes for venison.
Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 10 / 05 / 2007 at 8:19 PM

Herself’s website:

You Are 12% Texas

Damn Yankee! You think the sun comes up just to hear you crow.

Figures, since I’m not only Northern, but originally Northern Californian.

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 10 / 06 / 2007 at 11:12 AM
Anja, Anja, if you want to boost your score up into the much more impressive 30s, come and visit me in the capital of this “other country.” I’ll give you as thorough an orientation to Texas as an Austinite can give, then you can take the test again and not embarrass yourself. : )
My guest room is your guest room.
Comment posted by Jeni (ip: on 10 / 07 / 2007 at 9:33 PM
More birds
Jay shot these yesterday. You will have to get the long sorry tale from him direct. It includes upwards of forty birds and seven shots to bring these two home.

And this bird showed up one day saying she and her friend were from Bolivia. The skirt, bought in Mexico City almost 30 years ago and found in the hunt for the fabric mentioned in the previous post sparked her appearance.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 03 2007 at 8:30 am
Looking for something?
Isabelle and I want to make dolls. And fairies. And who knows what else. But I needed to find the basic materials.

About three years ago when I painted the office/library I remember moving the bolsa containing real wool felt from Magic Cabin and the cotton knit fabric I had dyed three distinct skin tones (pale cocoa, olivey and peachy) to be used for doll skin to the upstairs landing where fabric lives.

And I distinctly remember being disgusted with myself since that time and cleaning up the overflowing piles on the landing–including that bolsa–or its contents alone–and putting them somewhere else. Somewhere logical . Which now seems to mean some magical place like Narnia that can only be got to when some factors unknown to me are in alignment. I have thought and thought. I have looked and looked.

I found the knitted hats and mittens I could not find last winter. They were in a box on the front porch with moth crystals and other wool, spun and unspun. Logical, huh? Took me almost two years to find them again. Shows you how often certain particular strains of logic zip through my neurons. Not very. Or maybe it indicates my creative nature that so many places could be the logical place to put such items. Yeah, well. This is a downside to that kind of a mind, as my husband will attest.

I have looked every place that seems logical to have put that felt and that fabric now several times.

I have put up a reward for finding either group.

Then this morning during devotions I publicly humbled myself and asked Father to help me, admitting I was foolish and it was frivolous to ask. We had read part of an A.W. Tozer discussion on effective prayer along with some proverbs.

This afternoon I found both the felt and the fabric in separate, logical places I had searched before.

“Surely the God who presides over history knows how few things matter. But he knows also what things do matter; and if we are spiritual enough to hear his voice he will lead us to engage in the kind of praying that will be effective.”

What mattered in this instance, I think, is that my children heard me ask and God answer.

Entry posted by jpm14 on October 02 2007 at 4:29 pm
The Pickup
Well. Each year Cornell now chooses a book all its entering freshmen must read and discuss. And the rest of us in the county are “encouraged” to read the book also. Many hundreds of copies of whatever book is chosen are available at the main library and if you happen to sit on a board having to do with the main library you get given a book. So by one means or another, I end up reading what someone at Cornell thinks would be a wise choice for an entering freshman to read this year. This year it is The Pickup by a woman named Nadine Gordimer.

If I were more in tune with reading and writing trends in the worlds of novels, I would have known she is a big book prize winner. A _______ winner in fact. But I learned this from the cover, since novels of the modern, popular sort rank quite low down on my list of felt needs.

Anyway, Ms. Gordimer’s novel distinguishes itself by not using punctuation in a sense you or I would call ‘normal’. My children would have to redo their work if they wrote like her. But, as so often is the case in our day, if one wins a prize or is considered very good at whatever, or maybe because of age, then you are allowed to bend the rules since you are so experienced at knowing what the rules are, and It will be OK. Or maybe even more than OK. You will be considered a genius. Or novel.

Sometimes following this does not work out in real life, however. Say, for instance, if you are driving home late at night in the old red pickup and since you know the rules and all you don’t think about them you just drive. But then, a mile or so down the road after a turn, there are lights and action from behind and a police car pulls you over. What on earth could that be about? Did you know that now days policemen shine a big light strategically in your rear view mirror, and then their high beamed flashlight as they walk towards you in order to, I assume, blind and confuse you? Which it does and if you close your eyes and turn your head away you are startled when a man appears at your window.

The officer is very young and looks almost as startled as you and as your feeble attempts at conversation move along there is a dawning realization on your side that he did not expect to see a nicely dressed with lipstick even woman his mother’s age in the driver’s seat of this old red pickup late at night. He becomes solicitous, even, and wonders if you are tired. Do you know why I stopped you? Well, no. Why were you driving on the edge of the road he wonders? Because I do not like driving in the middle, you reply, thinking also the light from the oncoming cars bothers my eyes but I will not confess that to you, young man and yes I probably am maybe even older than your mother if I had gotten married just out of college and had children. He turns down your offer of license and registration. He hopes you will drive safely home. He lets you go. Which is some sort of relief, since now you will not have a large fine to pay when you admit what happened to your husband. But the whole encounter has been a jolt, a slap to your self-image. This policeman did not act towards you as an officer towards someone he thinks just committed a crime. He spoke like an adult son chiding ones’ aged parent. And you have found out that in driving, at least in current standard practice, as opposed to writing a well-regarded novel, without having any medals to exhibit proving you know very well thank you what you are doing, one must still come to a complete stop and use a turn signal even if you know the rules and have been driving for longer than this police officer has been alive.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 29 2007 at 3:46 am
New plants and animals discovered in Vietnam
At least 18 new plant species, a snake, a couple butterflies.

Science Daily has an article.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 27 2007 at 7:08 pm
Within a week I have seen three ruffed grouse killed on our road. The one Suzanne alerted me to was newly hit. I was able to salvage not only many of the feathers, but also most of the breast.

Jay took the remainder of the cooked breast to lunch yesterday and had the guys he eats with, most of whom are construction/plumbing/assorted tradesmen, guess what kind of meat it was. Many of these men hunt. But I guess there is a new guy this week. When Jay confirmed it was ruffed grouse breast, the new man was incredulous until the others confirmed that “if Jay says it is ruffed grouse, then that is what he is eating.” Jay related to me later with something approaching smugness that he believes there is a certain wistfulness amongst the guys that their wives don’t bring home interesting roadkill for supper occasionally. He added that he did not tell them, though, that on coming home that night he had found his daughter and wife huddled outside over the carcass pulling feathers with me admonishing Isabelle to “keep the flies off!” By then, of course, the breast was removed and washed, waiting to be cooked.

As for why ruffed grouse are exposing themselves to sudden death just now, Jay and I think it may have to do with fermenting fruit–either berries or apples. It tends to be a seasonal hazard. Many year ago now I had a ruffed grouse fly right into my car on the way to work one morning. It was this time of year. Its breast also was wonderful. We cooked it in aluminum foil the lab kitchen and shared it out amongst those of us working in the lab.


Last night we had Canada goose livers and hearts pan-fried with onions. All the livers and hearts were quite large.


Another chipmunk removed from circulation. This is only the second this late summer/early autumn. At the home of Jay’s mom and brother they have trapped over 40 between their garage and barn.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 27 2007 at 11:17 am
Ah…the sweet smell of roadkill.
I can just see Jay with the other guys envying him over his lunch.
It is “green” to eat roadkill, I suppose.
I wonder if the local-food-promoting Ithaca restaurants might catch on to the green possibilities of having local, “free-range” and almost certainly organic, roadkill on the menu.
Comment posted by Jeni (ip: on 09 / 27 / 2007 at 7:24 PM
What a marketing concept! Perfect for Ithaca.

This grouse was fresh. No smell at all.

Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 09 / 28 / 2007 at 10:05 AM

Herself’s website:

Banner Update
The last photos and description went missing from the blog. Banner did, too. After her return the day before her one year anniversary of coming to us, she kept away for ten days. Then did not come back again for another ten days–which was last Saturday.

Doesn’t she look lovely? Is it true that squirrels and their surrogate mommies tend to look like each other over time? Jay is starting to think so.

Have you ever had your pocket picked by a squirrel?

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 25 2007 at 11:05 am
One comment:
And Banner came to visit again this morning, too!
Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 09 / 25 / 2007 at 11:06 am

Herself’s website:

This Morning
The guys went out Canada goose hunting again up back in the harvested corn field. There were a lot of shots.

They came home with a baker’s dozen. Take note, Brian!

Also, here is what the cold frame contents look like at present.

Jay had the great idea of just laying the frame where it was intended, marking the edges, then removing it. I then had free access to plant the rows of winter crops. After the seeds sprouted we moved the cold frame back over the rows.

Today I opened the cover completely as it may get into the 80’s. Crops include lettuces, a leafy broccoli, kale, herbs, mache, a greens mix.

In the garden proper I planted beets, onions, and swiss chard. Two are primarily for greens. The onions are an experiment. The seed is from a named variety plant (bought as sets from Johnny’s) I missed harvesting last year. I hope the seedlings get large enough to dig up and set out in the spring.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 25 2007 at 10:55 am
Fall Flowers
Anemone Japonica, Ranunculus family:

The mauve pink petals have the texture of velvet on one side. I think the initial ideas for many of the textile textures we associate with comfort and luxury were derived from flowers and other plants. I think perhaps the idea of weaving threads into plaids originated while watching the play of light off ripples on water.


This is a wild plant. You can see why wild-type asters are now sold in pots for gardens.

Autumn crocus:

One of the earliest varieties.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 25 2007 at 10:42 am
What’s Up Here
We noticed Fall started here a week earlier than the calendar. The hummingbirds were last seen Saturday, Sept. 15th. That is the first mark of summer’s end and autumn’s start.

Another is

Fall Cyclamen!

As well as Autumn crocus–the first ones are in their glory now.

The first successful goose hunt was held Sunday morning:

Isabelle went out and waited with Jay and his brother for the last half hour or so. The geese had been shot before that. And they have not come back since.

Jay says “For a bird with a brain the size of a walnut, they are pretty smart!”

The second warp has nothing to do with fall. But here it is:

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 24 2007 at 5:42 pm
Recent Good Reads
Life is too short to write about books I would not recommend, so from here on out, anything I note is, in my opinion, worth the time you will spend reading it.

Firstly, Mrs. Lincoln and Mrs. Keckly by Jennifer Fleischner

American history through the lens of the lives and relationship between the President’s wife and the mulatto dressmaker who became her closest friend. Really interesting and illuminating about the region and times in which these two women were raised, matured and lived. A whole different perspective on the Civil War and the politics surrounding it.

Vow of Obedience by Veronica Black. V. Black is the pen name for a British writer better known for another genera of writing. I have not read the newer books in this many volumed murder mystery series.

Sister Joan, reminiscent of Brother Cadfael, joined her order late (in her 30’s). Unlike B. C., she lives in the present and wrestles with her spiritual shortcomings. Takes place in Cornwall. I like some volumes better. I wonder if all the specific religious disciplines/observances are accurate. Sr. Joan is in a ‘new’ order but even so it seems very strict–almost stricter than B. C’s back in the 1100’s.

Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin

After a failed K2 climb Mr. Mortenson was found and cared for by villagers in remote Northern Pakistan. He found his calling in the time he spent with them. His private organization–Central Asia Institute– has helped build schools and educate children, especially girls, in the desperately poor Muslim regions near the highest mountains in the world in Pakistan and in Afghanistan. What impresses me most is summed up from the website:

“Central Asia Institute also believes in the power of local sponsorship and self-sustainability. “If you give a man a fish, he will eat for a day. If you teach a man to fish, he will eat for a lifetime.” All CAI projects are community-initiated and consensus oriented. Villages approach CAI to request a school or other project, match CAI funds with land and free manual labor, and are responsible for the day-to-day maintenance of the project. CAI aspires to complete self-sustainability and local control for all CAI projects.”

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 23 2007 at 7:27 pm
Kitchen Fire
Up until tonight the largest disaster that ever occurred in my kitchen happened just months after I graduated from Cornell and was using, for the first time, the pressure cooker my Aunt Jane and Uncle Otto had given me as a graduation present. The directions indicated cooking beans was a straightforward process.

Hmph. No mention of the possibility of soybean hulls getting stuck in the pressure gauge valve. No, nothing about that. Nor about the possibility of the safety plug popping and a volcanic spew of partially cooked beans erupting over , covering and sticking to our ceiling and floor. Poor Lisa, my house mate. Poor me.

I have never touched a pressure cooker again.

And now, 28 years later, the tortillas which were being carefully monitored (but not carefully enough!) under the broiler to be used in and with the tortilla soup burst into flames that would not be subdued immediately.

Flames were licking out of the oven door–even with the door closed and oven off.

I told Isaac to get out of the house–the dog and Isabelle were already there–and then used a fire extinguisher for the first time in my life.

It worked, thank heaven. But oh, what a mess. And what a smell. A large fan pointing out helped. Jay arrived home and vacuumed out the oven. But there is a lot of cleaning to be done.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 17 2007 at 7:20 pm
I am grateful it was no worse than it was. Thank you for fire extinguishers in the kitchen. I wish everyone had them.
Comment posted by Ellie (ip: on 09 / 19 / 2007 at 9:46 AM
Oh, what a close call. Broilers are tricky–it’s so easy to go from toasted to immolated, then to flaming.

Hang in there with the cleaning. When I burned a pot of black beans on the stove, there was greasy soot all over the walls, cabinets, woodwork, etc., and it felt like I’d never get it all. But eventually, it was conquered. Conquered or ignored!

To this day I sometimes drive back to my house from blocks away to just MAKE SURE I turned off a burner under whatever it is I’m simmering for later. It feels a little O-C-D, but better that than a burning house.

Comment posted by Jeni (ip: on 09 / 21 / 2007 at 12:02 AM
Judy’s Day
Sunday afternoon the kids and I ventured over to the Plantations’ Judy’s Day. This year it was about trees.

To get into the event we walked ‘through’ a tree–layers of fabric and strings of straws showing the different layers and vascular parts. A great idea.

We all made “fossils” from Crayola sculpting material and springs from dawn redwood trees.

We saw lots of friends. Isabelle made a model of a flying squirrel. My friend Kathy was there with hand spun dyed in different kinds of tree wood saw dusts.

We got pencils made from recycled blue jean fabric. There were two orphaned gray squirrels–not in nearly as good shape as Banner was at that size–but then, as Isabelle pointed out, we would not have taken Banner to a large public event, either.

Came home and picked the basil and made lots of pesto. Then it didn’t freeze last night. Ah well.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 17 2007 at 7:05 pm
125th Anniversary
The Geneva Agricultural Experiment Station had its 125th anniversary celebration Saturday. The soccer match was canceled due to rain so Isabelle came came with me to meet my folks there for the festivities.

We got to do Thin Layer Chromatography similar to what is shown in the link to determine what other colors are in grape skins besides the ones we see. There is at least one visible under UV light.

Isabelle extracted DNA from a banana slab in a manner similar to this link. The ladies running the experiment table could not answer the question: “Why does the propanol have to be cold for the experiment to work well?” I am still interested if anyone know the answer.

We listened to the high-falut’in figureheads give their speeches. My father is a local politician after all.

We saw the brand new technology building, examined fungi, did a field ELISA test for Cucumber mosaic virus, were given organic seeds–of which the new variety of cantalope melon had been the MS work of an acquaintance of ours who is now working with farmers in Afghanistan, looked at several species of ladybugs, saw an actual gene gun, saw many, many varieties of apples and grapes, learned how certain diseases travel in plants (the organisms use the plant’s vascular tubes–just as diseases spread through the blood in our vascular system), tried samples of lots of different foods.

I bought two things at the very last stop, a tent with local farm vendors.

The first was Herbs au Provence Schuyler Farmstead Cheese from Fingerlakes Farmstead Cheese. Nancy and her husband were attending our church and will again when the cheesery becomes more self sustaining. Their cheese is very good. I was happy to see her there. And then I bought Dukkah from Allens Hill Farm. It is a very tasty spice and nut mix–check out their site.

We walked and walked and saw so many other things. But we did not stand in the very long lines to see the butterflies and insects.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 17 2007 at 6:53 pm
Chilling the alcohol (ethanol works best) improves the precipitation.
Comment posted by anja (ip: on 09 / 17 / 2007 at 8:03 PM
By “improves” I mean “speeds it up for the gee whiz factor.” Glad you had fun,by the way! Sounds like you spent time at the USDA activities.

Did you see demos of seed extraction? I love all the low-tech but effective devices: velvet rollers to remove non-round seeds, blowers to remove silique chaff, mashers and screens to separate tomato seeds from pulp, etc.

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 09 / 17 / 2007 at 8:07 PM
I should have gone with you and left Monte home. Darn.
Comment posted by Ellie (ip: on 09 / 19 / 2007 at 7:51 AM
Madeline L’Engle
has died at the age of 88. An article about her is <a href=”


Her “Wrinkle in Time” children’s book series is wonderful, and not just for children.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 07 2007 at 9:13 pm
Another Friend Gone Home
Christian died Sunday evening after a long valiant fight with a cancer that seemingly appeared out of nowhere last fall. He was a fellow Patrick O’Brian fan.

Hi obituary can be found


Entry posted by jpm14 on September 05 2007 at 1:43 pm

Jay insisted my cache of birds in the freezer be removed and dealt with. And the one in the fridge, too.

You would think there was something abnormal about them staying there until called on to be useful the way he carried on. He threatened to make them all disappear if I didn’t. So here is the lineup, from lower left across and then top row from right to left:

Carolina Wren, two female and one male Goldfinches, two Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers, a Yellow-shafted Flicker, a Blue Jay, a fancy pet finch (green wings already removed), a Ruby-throated Hummingbird and a Baltimore Waxwing.

These carcasses are mostly roadkill. The Flicker was a window kill from my Mom-in-law. The pet finch got sucked up in a vacuum cleaner.

Makes me wonder how many millions of birds are killed on the road each year. Audubon Club members: Forget power lines–work to ban cars.

Some feathers and feet were removed for future use.

I buried the remainders where I will be able to dig them up in a couple seasons for tiny little bones!

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 01 2007 at 9:26 pm
I can show you where Latte’s buried, if you want little cat bones…

Just kidding.

Your post reminds me of when I was doing field work in Colorado and living at a biological research station in a cabin with other students. Some of them were physiologists. It was often a good idea to ask before hunting in the freezer for the leftover lasagna, because otherwise you were likely as not to unwrap a roadkill being saved for future dissection!

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 09 / 02 / 2007 at 8:20 AM
Um, am I allowed to agree with Jay? If anybody put roadkill in my freezer it would not be allowed to remain long enough to freeze.
Comment posted by Abby (ip: on 09 / 04 / 2007 at 8:47 PM
Tree Surgeon: The Last of the Branches
Never a dull moment here. Tuesday Daren came over after supper to help take down the one remaining large branch which was a threat to the vehicles and which had lost 90+ percent of its support when the main leaders broke.

We didn’t want to wait for the first heavy snow to take it down.

He judged the twist of the fall just right.

Entry posted by jpm14 on September 01 2007 at 8:46 am
Besides the 50-60 pounds of lamb in the freezer, which was dearly bought in terms of emotion, we have harvested or are harvesting

-tomatoes: About 20 quarts canned and over 2 gallons of broth and a half gallon of paste. The broth and paste using the Meju-Maija borrowed from Suzanne. Still more to do on these.

-green soybeans, or edamame: the last were pulled yesterday. We (meaning Isabelle and myself) have eaten our fill and I have frozen a couple quarts unshelled and a few cups shelled.

-the Mexican Indian corn is now being harvested and much cherished by a young girl who has big plans for beads. Will have to get a few pictures of those. Some ears are spectacular.

-Tiger Eye dry beans: these are the first, more are not yet ready to harvest.

They are really lovely and some are being hoarded as future beads.

I see they are for sale dry here


-potatoes: I dug a half bushel of very large taters of at least four varieties, mixed. And a few pounds of smalls to use right away. The potato to most impress your friends: Vitelette, an oval purple skinned, bright violet fleshed potato.


-seeds of all sorts, flower and vegetable

Still to do: peppers, basil, chard, dig and re-pot the house plants

Finishing up: broccoli, dill, yellow squash

Soon to come: cantalope, pumpkin

Ongoing harvest: beets, carrots, tomatoes, herbs

Just up: fall turnips

Will plant lettuce and who know what all else today for the cold frame.


Entry posted by jpm14 on September 01 2007 at 8:38 am
Who are you?
For the second time in as many months some one who used to be well acquainted failed to recognize me. Craning of the neck, squinting of the eyes ensued when given my maiden and married names. “I never would have recognized you!”

Time and use have both marked my mortal form, I guess. If my immortal soul and character have changed, too, in proportion and for the better from that same time and use so as to be unrecognizable compared to what they once were then I would be content.

But my guess is my interior parts would be altogether still too recognizable.

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 30 2007 at 3:01 pm
Oh, dear, time to drag out some photos. You’re certainly still recognizable, and as the outer you has matured, so has the inner you! Since I’ve known you for 31 years (!), I think I can say something about this. Maybe your “old” acquaintance has suffered some memory loss. Ha!
Comment posted by jeni (ip: on 08 / 30 / 2007 at 11:01 PM
Ha. That’s just what happens when you stay in one place for so long. 🙂

If you were to move around the country every 10 years or so, there would rarely ever be an occasion to run into someone you used to know in the past!

(speaking from experience, of course)

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 08 / 30 / 2007 at 11:57 PM
You look just the same to me, although I’ve only known you, what, eleven years? Since the beginning spinning workshop Fall 1995. Closer to twelve. Wow.
Comment posted by abby (ip: on 08 / 31 / 2007 at 1:28 AM
Final Caspian Photo
Entry posted by jpm14 on August 25 2007 at 9:16 pm
“Final” as in “Caspian is headed for the freezer?

I thought of you when I read this post on Yarn Harlot’s blog today. Must be the combination of ssheep / fleece and squirrel.

Comment posted by Sora (ip: on 08 / 29 / 2007 at 10:03 PM

Sora’s website:

I miss him.

But his remains taste marvelous.

Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 08 / 30 / 2007 at 2:59 PM

Herself’s website:

The Old White Pine
Yesterday evening we had three terrific thunderstorms move through one after another. The incredibly wind started out of the west northwest then veered around to north northwest as it continually drove down sheets of rain. I stood watching and listening from the back porch. The hedgerow above us was barely visible in the deluge. When that wind shifted, I felt the other big leader of the white pine was doomed. Sure enough, it cracked and fell, taking the top of my red horse chestnut with it, missing the house and rabbit hutch. The vehicles had been moved out of the way.

The camera is inadequate on long views to indicate the magnitude of the leader that fell. But these give you an inkling.

Can you find the squirrel?

Entry posted by jpm14 on August 25 2007 at 9:09 pm
Total rainfall: 1.8 inches
Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 08 / 25 / 2007 at 9:10 PM

Herself’s website:

Oh, and no electricity for two hours.
Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 08 / 25 / 2007 at 9:34 PM

Herself’s website:

is this the pine tree that banner lived next to?
Comment posted by Nathan (ip: on 08 / 25 / 2007 at 9:36 PM

Is that all the leaders, or are there more, waiting to come down? 😮

Comment posted by anja (ip: on 08 / 25 / 2007 at 10:02 PM
This is the tree right next to Isabelle’s little house. It fell towards Banner’s tree, the rabbit hutch and the road.

This is the last big leader. It took two other branches with it. One more large branch right over where the car usually parks will come down with the first heavy wet snow–this leader was its main support.

Comment posted by Herself (ip: on 08 / 26 / 2007 at 2:35 PM

Herself’s website:

Violin Cat
Entry posted by jpm14 on August 25 2007 at 8:10 pm

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