Saturday Again

It really is.
I had a friend visit Plume Gables for a week and it seemed like the time flew past faster than I could blink. Amber is 8 months pregnant but it didn’t stop her from helping me out at the homestead. She must be from pioneer stock.

She harvested veggies for me, helped me can a surplus of jams and jellies. We zipped zucchinis through my food processor (sigh…love) and stocked my freezer with a heavenly host of food stores. I drove her to the airport yesterday morning at a truly ungodly hour and spent the rest of yesterday and today:
1. Cleaning.
2. Yardworking.
3. Answering emails and convos (still working on that).
4. Running around town buying groceries.
5. Realizing that there’s hardly anything as nice as buying really pretty bras for half the original price at Victoria’s Secret (actually, there are a LOT of things nicer than that, but in the moment, it felt quite nice).
6. Dealing with the harvest.
7. Trying to figure out what to do for RW’s 30th birthday on October 8th (I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW IF HE’LL BE HOME FOR IT SINCE HIS CREW WAS SENT TO OREGON THIS WEEK). Any ideas?

As usual, everything has ripened all at once (including that plump, red Penelope). If you garden, I’m sure you’ll bear witness to the fact that September is a mad rush to deal with all the fruit, vegetables and other things that turn red, purple, green, orange or yellow all at once. I’m eating tomatoes faster than I thought humanly possible. I spent last night and this morning dealing with my beets:
Sort according to size.
Boil for a half hour.
Quench in cold water.
Skin should slough off easily.
Remove ends, chop, grate or slice
and freeze.

Of course, I made sure I made a COUPLE of treats for you last week. This is one of them:

At any rate, I need to take Farley up into the hills. There’s a thick cloak of smoke over Pocatello, Utah is burning and sending her grey air up to us on the tail of a brisk wind with a cackle and smirk (thanks Utah). I’m going to claw my way through it for 8 miles. Up into the spruce stands and through the aspen groves in their gentle yellow. I won’t stop to sneeze at the sage and as I cover ground, fast, the pheasant will burst out of the brittle grass at my feet and I won’t know time.
I hope your Saturday has been happily squandered
and if you’re dealing with your beets, you’re not the only one with purple hands!
Love,
Jillian Susan

I Bought New Clothespins Yesterday


If Farley will quit using them as earrings,
I will hang my wet laundry up to dry.
1. Coffee.
2. Studio.
3. Perfectly blue Idaho sky.
4. Black bean salad for lunch:
2 cans black beans
1 tomato
1 avocado
1 pepper
1 cob of sweet corn
1 juiced lime
2 tbsp olive oil
salt and pepper to taste
5. Wool sweater.
7. Looming weekend.
8. Telly call from RW this morning.
9. White Grape Jelly batching this evening.
10. Oh, You.

Morning Habits

Include but are not limited to:
-cutting fresh flowers (as you saw HERE)
-watering the veggie garden and hanging flower baskets
-turning on the pickle in the studio
-feeding Mister Pinky and letting him out of the studio
-checking for red in the rhubarb patch as well as tomatoes, zuchs, cucumbers, beets and string beans

-feeding the dogs
-feeding the self
-saying hi to Sue
chatting with Burda as she strolls by with her pooch
-deadheading the roses

-consoling Farley

He happens to be terribly depressed.
Bird season opened yesterday in the great state of Idaho.

…and he didn’t get the chance to fetch me my dinner.
Poor fellow.
Poor me!
There’s nothing half so tasty as a freshly harvested, freshly baked, entirely organic, happy little free ranging Ruffed Grouse. There’s nothing half so happy as a bird dog with his quarry in mouth.
Hang on Sequoia’s Fleet Farley. Hang on. We’ll get you doing your business before you can say jackrabbit.
PS I’ll be updating the Etsy shop tomorrow morning as soon as I have new work photographed and ready to roll! See you there!
PSS On a totally unrelated topic, isn’t THIS amazing? I actually spent part of my childhood near Dauphin, Manitoba, Canada when my family was stationed in Riding Mountain National Park. We had interesting wildlife scenes similar to this, rather often, in the front yard. Spotting lynx is very uncommon. Seeing an entire posse is downright amazing!

Plume’s Precocious Penelope Pie…

…that IS her papered name you know.
(thought her friends call her Piepie, Penny, Penny-Pie or Toots)
Well, she’s been through quite the ordeal.
While I was on my climbing trip last weekend she had a little accident. I didn’t want to alarm you, but while she and Farley were off gallivanting on the rocks something happened! I think she fell off a granite cliff into a cactus patch because she returned to me looking like a pin cushion…

…full of cactus spines with a bleeding nose and one eye swollen shut.

It was a Sunday and I couldn’t do much about her injuries since I was in the middle of nowhere. But I washed her face with clean water, removed the cactus prickles I could see and washed her eye and rubbed it free of horrid goobers with the palm of a clean hand, repeatedly, over the weekend. I had hoped that she would recover quickly on her own…with the aid of a healthy immune system.

But yesterday when I looked down at her face I noticed a cloud in her left eye. It looked like a small cataract of sorts. I decided to make an appointment with a new vet here in town (I have yet to find one I like).

So I took her in to see the dog doctor this afternoon (whom I like very much) and after all sorts of prodding, numbing, thermometers in butts, eye staining, poking around her inner and outer eyelid with a pair of tweezers and a few biscuits, I am happy to say that Plume’s Precocious Penelope Pie is healing just fine though she might always have a little smudge on her eye (who knows what the heck managed to get into it in the first palce).
I love her.

And she was so good at the vet clinic that they gave her a golden star on her forehead. She ran five miles with it there before nightfall, with Farley and I up in the hills. It’s still between her little smudgy eyes. I love that little dog. She’s tough as nails and tender to boot. A perfect combination, if you ask me.
She gets to sleep in my bed tonight. So does The Great White Beast.
Because when the man is away, the mice do play (plus there’s more room in bed
without him….).

The Snow Leopard & The Weenie

Yes.  You just heard the famous kitty call.  I’ve been doing this cat call, “KITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYKITTYYYYYYYYYYYKITTYYYYYYYYYY ever since I was a youngin’. It started with Coco, my first cat EVER, who came to live with me at the warden station in Riding Mountain National Park, Manitoba.  If you sing the cat song each time you feed your kitten, they will learn to come to the call no matter what or when.  
This was quite a subdued playtime.  Pinkerton usually acts like one of the lions attacking the elephant in the Planet Earth documentary series (if you know what I’m talking about, you KNOW what I’m talking about).