Where Did I Put Those Keys?

Remember back in the spring, when I was going on and on about how much I adored spring?

And how I was enjoying so many spring things?

For instance, the daisies…


And the strawberries…

How my horses could smell the hay and were waiting for the first cutting.


And my garden. I tilled, fertilized and planted it.

Well, the daisies have bloomed and gone.

The strawberries are in the freezer, waiting to be made into something delicious.

They hay has been cut and put away for the winter.

Not sure if there will be a second cutting this year. The drought kept the hay from growing last year and there wasn’t a second cutting. If it doesn’t start raining here soon, there won’t be another cutting this year either.

All the hay from the first cutting is put up for the people who do the cutting, for their own farm use. So, finding hay to buy is not easy. Some people have it delivered by tractor/trailer loads from other states. Sad, but true.

And my garden…well…let’s just say…the weeds are coming along nicely.

I have not had time, this summer, to keep up with it. Shameful, I know!

Somebody smack me good once, will ya!

Would ya look at that mess!

I have had a few tomatoes. I had to dig through the weeds to find them, though.

I had one birdhouse gourd plant survive. If you ever decide to plant these, may I suggest, you plant them far apart. And make sure you have a large area for them to grow. Look at how this lone plant has vined out.

All across the “weed” garden. Out into the yard. Up a tree.

Look at what is growing in this tree.

Yep, that’s a birdhouse gourd, in case you’ve never seen one growing.

Since, I started back to work full-time, I’ve had a problem with organization.

I have never had this problem before. If somebody wanted something in my house, I could tell them exactly where to find it.


We turn the house upside down trying to find something.

Are my organizational skills slipping away with my youth?

Or, am I just too busy with life to care about where I put the keys to the shed?

What Makes Me Smile, part VIII

My favorite dessert.

Strawberry shortcake makes me smile.

Strawberries are my favorite fruit, so it makes sense for strawberry shortcake to be my favorite dessert.

And the fresher the strawberries the better the dessert. I can’t wait for spring each year for many different reasons, but one of the main reasons is …


 And when we go, we come back with a bunch. Not to mention the ones we ate while no one was looking.

This spring was especially fun strawberry picking. Cause I just started my site and I could take pictures and blog about it. You can read about it here and don’t forget the rest of the story, here. I promise, it’ll make you smile.

I really pulled one over on that Supervisor Man. Heh, heh!

I hope he doesn’t see this, cause next year he won’t let me outta his sight! I’ll have to remember to stop for ice cream on the way.

Most people buy those premade strawberry shortcake cakes.

I prefer to use pound cake instead. It doesn’t get soggy as fast. So you’ve really got something to sink your teeth into. And savor the deliciously sweet taste of the strawberries a little longer.

My Mom used to make homemade poundcake to go with the strawberries. I miss her poundcake, it was so much better than the store bought.

I’ve tried to make my own poundcake. It kept falling apart. Too dry, I guess. I got discouraged and gave up. Eventually, I’ll try my hand at poundcake making again.

But until then, I’ve got the store bought subsitute to rely on.

So, how about you…

What’s your favorite dessert?


What’s making you smile right now?

The Rest of the Story

I told you about going strawberry picking Saturday.

Now I’ll tell you the rest of the story….

So, we started picking strawberries.

And after awhile your mouth starts watering. You just can’t resist the sweet smell.

I, being the adult and totally in control of my temptations, resisted and kept picking.

Until I could not withstand the temptation any longer.

I carefully removed the stem, looked around, and….


Darnit, the field supervisor was looking straight at me.

I put it into my basket and I picked…

Until I began to feel the craving again. No matter how hard my adult person tried, the child in me kept thinking of how red, plump, juicy and aromatically, ripened to perfection these berries were.

Again, I found the perfect ripe strawberry, removed its stem, looked around, and….


You would think that with all those people picking strawberries he would find someone else to watch.


It was like he was reading my mind. He has been guarding this field for a long time. I wondered if he knew just how long a person can resist the aromatic scent of these sinfully delicious strawberries.

Had he been timing me?

Or was he just watching me cause I’m cute? As much as I’d like to think it was the latter, I honestly don’t think that was it.

I carefully placed it in my basket and I picked….but I kept my eye on that supervisor man until I saw this…

And it was on!

The first strawberry I came to, went straight into my mouth, stem and all. Let me tell you, my eyes closed, my taste buds stood at attention, my knees buckled and for a second I felt as if I had left the ground. It was pure heaven!

That’s right Mr. Supervisor man, walk away.

Walk away and eat your ice cream.

Ice cream!!!!

Where did he get that?

This is a strawberry field, not an ice cream stand. There are no freezers or coolers.

Ah hah, someone had to bribe him. They brought him an ice cream so he would look away.

Oh, yeah, and I’m gonna take full advantage of that! I ate another one and I dared him to look at me!

Go ahead, tell on me!

And I will tell how someone bribed you with ice cream to get you to turn your back! 

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Keep walking Mr. Supervisor man.

And I’ll keep picking.

 And I did. We picked 5 gallons of strawberries. And next week I think I’ll go back and pick more.

Maybe, I’ll stop and get some ice cream…..

Oh, and in case your wondering. I did spit out the stem.