Memorial Day

And I’m proud to be an American,
where at least I know I’m free.
And I won’t forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.
~Lee Greenwood
To tell you the truth, I wish no one had to go to war whether at home or in a foreign land to defend anything, ever.  In a perfect world, no one should have to lose their life to defend freedom and rights or protect us, sometimes from ourselves.  Our world is so far from perfect, or even sane…  so to the men and women who gave their lives, and also those who are living and have served and sacrificed for our nation …
  Thank you.

Well, well….

 This Old House had a well right in the courtyard next to the kitchen. Back in the 1800’s that was a good location so that the main water source was close to the residence for cooking, bathing,etc.  Because we made the decision to move the house back about 40 feet from the road onto a new foundation,  (it used to sit right next to the road)  the old well would have been obliterated.  So Mike dismantled it and moved it back along with the house.   It is now fully functional again…

   Here are before and after pictures… this photo shows you how far we’ve come with the house in a year and a half, too….

Tile we meet again….

 Remember the tile scene?  Well this is how it turned out…. and  I’m thinking it looks pretty OK.  Maybe I should e-mail this photo to the wonderful saleswoman who loved her job so much she practically gave it to me.

 The granite for the island has been installed, and I love it beyond reason. (that’s true)   Readers of my original blog might remember the granite warehouse expedition…  that day was nothing short of an arctic adventure, parka required  -and nobody told me that-  so I chattered and shivered my way through the isles and isles of slabs of stone for atleast 100 hours before we succumbed to frostbite  agreed on a slab.  It was worth it.

This is the pantry next to the kitchen, with a window from the old house now used as a pass-through.
Mike decided last week not to put in the garden this year because there was no way in hell we were gonna have time to tend it while moving in and settling down this summer.   Well , hell found a way…because when I came after work to see the day’s progress, there were two raised beds, ready to rock n’ roll.  Tonight we planted tomatoes,  eggplant, cucumbers, basil, mint and oregano.  The soil is rich from the back woods which used to be rich farm soil, but to start the garden properly we will rototill, lime and feritilze the beds the right way in the fall.  For now it’s a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants thing, because sometimes that’s how we roll.   I did mix in some organic fertilizer. 
I love a campfire, a firepit, a fireplace… wouldn’t be home without atleast one of these. The smell of woodsmoke on a cool evening is one of my favorite scents. Somebody oughta bottle that and make it a men’s cologne.    This is the firepit in the backyard, design courtesy of that TV show “Ask This Old House”.  Theirs was a more modern version, but the simple drainage system was easy and our simpler stonework fit This Old House better.  We have four Adirondacks that we’ll place around it.
….and THIS…. is my awesome antique find. $75. at a local antiques warehouse. It sits in the downstairs bathroom where it will be installed above the pedestal sink, which hasn’t arrived yet.
We’re getting there…

Blazing Saddles

  Baby, it’s hot outside.  Well it was yesterday.. .last night’s thunder and lightning storm dropped the temps about 20 degrees.  
  My daughter and I horsed around for a while and the ring felt like a dessert.  When we were done, Opie got a bath… as did we.  You can’t bathe a horse without wearing the water, soap and grime that accompanies it. 
Ben stayed indoors with his Teddy Bear most of the day. He’s still mad at me for taking away his manlyhood.  So are my husband and son… (not theirs, his!)   Men sure are sensitive about that particular subject.
 Lots happening at the old house, more later…

Home

  Wherever you hang your hat, whether it’s a condo, apartment, house or tiki hut… it’s a space you call your own. When you’ve had a bad day or you’re feeling less than stellar, where would you most like to be?  Probably curled up on the couch or in your favorite reading chair or under the covers in your bed… in your sanctuary.. your home.

   So can you imagine what it’s like if at the worst time in your life, when the chips are down and you’re most alone, there is no home.  No sanctuary, no place to hang that hat…. if you own one.

 Tonight I tagged along with my new neighbor, Carol, and her church group. On the last Tuesday evening of every month they come together at the Congregational Church kitchen and make a delicious hot meal using old family recipes. The food is then loaded into cars and taken to a nearby homeless shelter, where they serve approximately 40 people.

   I wanted to take them all home, especially the older gentleman who looked to be around 80 and in poor health. He was so grateful for that meal and a pleasure to talk to..and I thought  how does it come to this… why isn’t there a better solution for this man.?    There were also young men and women, all of whom look haunted. I don’t know their stories, but their pain is clear. And so is their need… our need… to take better care of those who have not been so blessed.

   Thankfully there are people like those I met tonight in the church kitchen.  I plan to join them on their next Midnight Run, a drive to the New Haven green and occasionally NYC to deliver blankets, food and toiletries to the homeless.   As I sit here typing out this post with all I need a stone’s throw away I realize it’s the least I can do, and I hope I remember to appreciate all that is good.  Every. Single. Day.

Misty Morning

    I’ve been walking this walk  for about 15 years.  It’s a simple country road and usually my mind is in high gear as I  walk or jog along… the worries of the day,   problems that need solutions, planning the day ahead,  fretting over what I need to get done or shouldn’t have done, said or didn’t say.  Yesterday I tried not to do that, because I’ve realized I never give myself a break from it.  Being “in the moment”  doesn’t come easy to me but change is always possible.

  It’s amazing what you see if you just let yourself  look.  I had my iphone with me, and although the picture quality is poor, the point is in these pictures. 

 It’s easy to  be absorbed in the problems of the day and lose sight of what’s right in front of us to enjoy, in that very moment.  Here’s to just “being”….

 This is a little cottage at the side of the road that years ago was lovingly attended to by an older couple who  used it as a summer retreat from their urban life.  It sits unused and overgrown and I wish someone would love it again… sad to see it abandoned.  There are still rose bushes from an old garden…
raindrops on a web….
A horse waits for his hay and grain…
And a boy waits for his bacon…

Don’t Fence Me In

 Actually, this particular fence is my favorite kind. A large portion of the back yard and into the field behind the house is being “split-railed” to give the dogs a big area to run without being able to run away.  A fine black mesh will also run the length of the fence so they can’t get through the split rail.  Sounds unattractive but it’s almost undetectable unless you’re right next to it.
In the above picture you can see the old well, re-installed and almost complete…
The backyard is shaping up quickly, Mike’s done a great job laying it out and getting it done.  He’s got significant motivation, you know….  he’s trying to avoid muddy dogprints tracked in from the yard and so he wants that grass to GROW… like YESTERDAY.  My transplanted perennials are still happy, so I think they’ll live.
Kitchen is coming together…..
A few more lights installed…
And today we start moving boxes over to the cellar….. ooooooh joy.

Aww shucks.

 Connie of Hartwood Roses  bestowed this lovely award upon me today. Thank you, Connie… for taking the time out of your more than hectic rose-growing, family raising, house renovation filled life to read my ramblings.  I guess I should let you know since we’ve become blog friends that I’ve been coveting your jeep for a while now.  *ahem*  
 I’de like to extend that thank you to everyone who reads and comments on occasion, I love hearing what you have to say and I especially enjoy checking up on your world too…
So.. I’m supposed to tell you 10 things that I love… hard to narrow that down! The given is my family.

I love spending time outdoors with my dogs…

I love walking along the beach on a cool summer evening…this is Elbow Beach in Bermuda a few years back…. it doesn’t get any better…. 
inhale devour candy apples during fair season…
I love old glass doorknobs on doors with more than a few coats of paint beginning to peel….
My favorite holiday is Halloween… some of my greatest memories of my children’s earlier years are the trick-or-treating walks in the evening autumn air, the smell of damp leaves,  giggles and flashlights…
 I love jeeps… this one would be really awesome. I had a jeep laredo for six years. When it came time to trade her in, we had to pull over about a mile from the dealership.  I cried.  And cried.  And my husband thought I was nuts.  Finally pulled in to the dealership to pick up the new vehicle – a 4runner – HATED IT… and felt like such a traitor.  I cried again as I handed over the keys.  There are some things you should never give up, I believe that jeep was one of them.  *sigh* 
Barn swallows are among my favorite birds…
I love Martha’s Vineyard… for a hundred reasons…
I love glass paperweights… have been collecting them for years… this is a Peter Raos, one of my favorite glass artists…
Horses have been a great love of mine since way before I lived anywhere near one.  This is my horse, Opie…  a trail ride with Opie is my therapist couch.
Now I’de like to bestowe this award on a few talented bloggers who I enjoy following…
Ms. Anthropy, Sarcastic Granny  (oh no, Ms. A… you’de better get busy.. bestowed twice!)

Blueberry Buckle

 One of my favorite foods in the whole world are blueberries.  My grandmother Elsie used to make the most awesome pies… blueberry when she knew I’de be there to share it.  On summer evenings we’de sit out on her back porch eating plump blueberries sprinkled with sugar in a bowl full of cream. 

One of my favorite childrens books…(wish I still had my copy)… Blueberries for Sal, by Robert McCloskey.
Some random facts about blueberries: 
Did you know…..that early American colonists made grey paint by boiling blueberries in milk.
The blue paint used to paint woodwork in Shaker houses was made from sage blossoms, indigo and blueberry skins, mixed in milk.
Blueberries contain significant quantities of both antibacterial and antiviral compounds, and have a reputation in northern Europe of fighting infections. They may also help protect against heart disease.
The blueberry is the official berry of Nova Scotia.
The blueberry is the official state fruit of New Jersey
Maine produces about 25% of all the blueberries grown in North America (1998, wild and cultivated combined) and is the largest producer of wild blueberries in the world.
Blueberries are literally bursting with nutrients and flavor, yet very low in calories. Recently, researchers at Tufts University analyzed 60 fruits and vegetables for their antioxidant capability. Blueberries came out on top, rating highest in their capacity to destroy free radicals.

 

The recipe below is Martha Stewart’s Blueberry Buckle.  Photos courtesy of google.
1 ten-inch round cake or 2 six-inch round cakes

1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature, plus more for pan
2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for pan
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup sugar
1 large egg
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/2 cup milk
5 cups wild or cultivated blueberries
Struessel topping (see below)
Directions
Heat oven to 350 degrees. Butter a springform baking pan, and dust with flour, tapping out excess. Set aside. In a medium bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, and salt; set aside.
In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream butter and sugar on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Reduce mixer speed to low, and add egg and vanilla, beating until fully combined.
Add reserved flour mixture, alternating with the milk, a little of each at a time, starting and ending with the flour mixture. Remove from mixer. Gently fold in blueberries.
Pour batter into prepared pan; sprinkle streusel topping over cake. Bake until cake tester comes out batter-free, 60 to 70 minutes. Transfer to a wire rack to cool for 10 minutes. Remove from pan; cool for 15 minutes before serving.
From Martha Stewart Living, July/August 2000
 
Struessel topping…
Makes enough for 1 ten-inch cake or 2 six-inch cakes

1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup packed light-brown sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons unsalted butter, room temperature
Directions
In a medium bowl, combine flour, sugar, cinnamon, and salt. Using a pastry blender or fork, cut in the butter until fine crumbs form.

Using hands, squeeze together most of the mixture to form large clumps.

No man is an island…

 It took many men to put this house back together, and while it’s true there have been glitches and bumps and fist fights  disagreements along the way, there has also been a fantastic collaboration of real talent among these men to make This Old House what it is becoming. I see the weariness in their faces now… many long months of working on top of and around and underneath each other, and when the going got tough, sometimes the tough got psychotic   coffee!…  but look what they’ve done.  I hope they know how good they are….how well their talents are coming together.  

Jeff working on trim …

and island issues….there were a few.
The Klausen crew in front of one of their works of art…
Steve Seeley on top of his work of art…. he’s almost through the roof!
Pete, Mike’s right-hand man ….
Mike S. is new on the job…here he is installing shelving in the kitchen pantry.  Hey Mike.. a word to the wise… don’t move Steve’s rocks, like..ever… or ask Jeff to move his truck. 
Just sayin.
We’ve tried to find fixtures that were vintage looking….
Floor grates…