Quiet on The Acre
Today the sewing studio is closed for the day. As of yesterday afternoon there are no UFOs in the studio . . . “unfinished objects.” I have a few ideas in the hopper, but nothing is going to be started this weekend.
This morning there was a load of laundry started in conjunction with dust bunnies being called out. Calling it a good start to “local effort” I headed out for my walk. My day seems to go better with a walk having been had in the mornings.
Yesterday a fellow down the way on Stauffer Avenue stopped and ask Dennis if there was any chance of having the bricks that have been piled next to the potting shed. In times past I had used them to outline flower beds. Dennis had convinced me that it made it difficult to mow around them as well as till the flower beds. Dennis gave him the nod and he began loading them up.
By last night Dennis didn’t know if he had taken as many bricks as he needed as there were still a goodly amount left. This morning the fellow was back. The bricks that he took yesterday were already cemented in to the front of his house, and he came back for the remaining ones. From our point of view it was a good neighborly transaction.
There had been broken flower pots that had been used as garden art around some of the hosta. Today the broken flower pots are no more. Tidy, tidy. Yes . . . this Grammie is serious about lessening the gardens. Perhaps if the deer keep coming back and doing the trimming in the far east hosta bed, they will have assisted me.
Dennis is making supper tonight. We are having smorgasbord via Dennis. It is fried leftover mashed potatoes, cut up Jimmy Dean pre-cooked sausages, diced onions that have been sweated and browned, topped with several eggs that are broken and spread over the fare . . . left just long enough to have them cooked gently. It is actually tasty. The Home Town Restaurant here in town started this on their Saturday Night bar menu years ago. They did the American fries. Dennis is using up leftover mashed potatoes. Hey . . . any night I don’t have to lift a ladle is great with me.
Tonight we turn our clocks back. It will take me a few morning to get used to it.
I think it will be quiet on the acre tomorrow as well. It’s a good thing.