When the Light is On
I am sure over time you have heard a phrase similar to “When the beer lights come on . . . ” When the red light comes on on my portable radio in the sewing studio . . . the sewing machine is working. That portable radio was a Christmas gift from Kevin almost three decades ago. It was first on the wall in the bathroom. When I started spending time in the basement creating a niche for myself, now known as the sewing studio, it has been right there tuned in to tunes, news, etc. Ya, the antenna needs to be given a tweak from time to time to get reception and I may not always get the same station, but it is reliable.
I started out in the sewing studio this morning, but in time the strong gusty winds dried out the acre so we could mow. Lush grass this time of year is unusual. Dennis tried out the Cub-Lo-Boy in the far east portion of the acre. First time mowing with it since it has been smartened up with paint and the blades have been sharpened. Dennis was surprised when he came closer to the house and saw that I was mowing with the push mower. I had promised myself if it started on the first pull, it was a go, otherwise I would have to wait until Dennis could start it. It obviously was a go.
Here we are in the afternoon and all has been accomplished that Dennis had in mind for the day. When the temps are in the high 50s with a brisk wind, mowing was actually enjoyable. With a lot of rain, there is still dust caught near the base of the shrubs. Maybe, just maybe this will be the last mowing.
On a gotcha note: this August I again tried the cherry and grape tomatoes for snacks. I had given them up for over a year as the acidity in them and what I had in me for acidity was not a playing well together. At first I thought I had been outside and gotten bug bites from no-see’ms or late hatching of mosquitoes. Then I thought perhaps there was a spider loose in the sewing studio as the irritants were on my legs. NOT! The few what was thought to be bites blossomed into hives . . . all over the ole gal. I had not had hives for a long, long time. There I was with a 2 lb. container of the lush beauties. When I looked up to make tomato jam, the recipe called for 8 cups of sugar for 2 lbs. of tomatoes. Dennis took the tomatoes off my hands and I hope the birds enjoy them when they run across them in the far reaches of the acre. The itching is subsiding and I have moved on to celery for a snack. What next!