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I better not say the word any more, lest someone throttle me, but the you-know-whats on the second you-know-what tree are finally ripening. I gathered enough from the ground to peel and slice four dehydrator trays worth of dried treats.
Zoomer called, and we'd been on the phone for a while, when I asked, "You know what I'm doing with you-know-whats right now?" although I said the word to her, because she loves me, and she'll put up with me saying it in a measure equaling the harvest poundage. "I'm dehydrating them." Zoomer did that last year and shared the tasty results with me. Yep, she mailed a generous portion of dehydrated you-know-whats to me, along with other of her harvest fare. I don't know if I would have thought to dehydrate any of our fruits, had it not been for tasting Zoomer's. I'll give her the credit ... if I must.
I can't recall how the cat got out of the bag, but I think I said something about how sweet my you-know-whats are, "...but of course, they would be."
"You didn't put sugar on them, did you!?" Zoomer's all about eating healthy, and I'm mostly about healthyNOT.
"C'mon, you know me. Why would you even ask?"
Son4 and I had quite laboriously dipped each and every little slice in a pool of sugar. I must say that there was an awful lot of intensive labor resulting in a mere bowlful of dried, candied you-know-whats. Candy. Mmmm, candy.
Zoomer, sorry but I won't be able to share with you. You know I would -- I WOULD -- because I'm such a generous person, always thinking of others before myself. I wouldn't wanna go making you sick or anything. (You buying any of this? ºÜº)
The secret of the Lord is with them that fear him; and he will shew them his covenant. ~Psalms 25:14
Yesterday.
It was an accident.
Just thought you should know.
Too much information?
Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith: these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone. Ye blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel. ~Matthew 23:23, 24
I swiped it.
Exhale, exhale. I mean the photo. The peeler is currently attached to the dining table in the living room, and if I turn on the light in order to take a picture, it may wake the sluggabeds, because it's pret-ty early in the morning.
I can thank Kandi for my acquisition of this little gem, because she told me she has one and (finally) convinced me they work. She even offered to loan me hers, but I was thinking about lots of apples and dulling blades and years of use, Lord willing.
We peeled a gazillion apples, which became sauce, butter, diced, pie, and cake (with caramel sauce and so lip-smackin' good, one might skip dinner and go straight to dessert, insisting this is "a fruit" on the food pyramid, and one hasn't yet met their daily fruit requirement). The peeler may even serve us well with round two of the pears, which are a different sort than those on the first tree: firm and thusfar refusing to ripen. They taste like strawberries, but that's off-topic and sort of a weird thing to be saying.
Now, I can peel an apple by hand and keep the peel intact, if I've a mind to, but I'm rarely bored enough to seek that sort of entertainment, and note that I was not of a mind to peel a single apple in the first place -- entertainingly or otherwise. I cannot, however, do it like this:
Favorite thing -- apple peeler.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea. Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah. ~Psalms 46: 1, 2, 10, 11
I'll tell you mine, and you tell me yours.
Some of us just don't dink around with astrology. Okay, we shun it like the plague. But we do have signs. I was on the computer when I saw mine. Hey, that's my sign! I've spent 55 years earning it, so I decided to wear it.
What's your sign?
There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch, or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer. For all that do these things are an abomination unto the Lord: and because of these abominations the Lord thy God doth drive them out from before thee. ~Deuteronomy 18:10-12
Last year, I wrote about the annual "Our Village Days" parade and included, amongst others, a photo of my favorite entry, the speckled ox. That ox didn't make it this year, and the parade was smaller, but it was the best village parade, because the SugarPlum went with us.
Here she is, waiting for the parade to begin:
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She got a little tired of waiting, so she busied herself with further disassembling a pen some car had crunched:
Positioned near the end of the 3-block parade route, we could see it coming, and the Plum got a little anxious. Time for a Nana-squeeze:
She was on the ground again, when the first entry passed: Veterans of Foreign Wars, men who honorably served our nation. We clapped -- all five of us ... loudly ... and alone. We weren't in an ocean of onlookers, because our village just isn't that large. But we were in a pond of people, and we were clapping, and the rest of the crowd was silent. Pregnantly silent. How odd.
There were only two marching bands this year.
One seemed a little bit loud for munchkin ears.
There was no shortage of tossed candy to be gathered.
Very few of these next ones even made it into the bag. I suppose we now know what SugarPlum's favorite sugarplum is.
Who did this child's hair? Me thinks I've read too many Dr. Seuss books.
My friends, this is toilet tissue, and while it appears she's offering it to the horse, she is not. No horse presented need of tissue, and she had other plans for it.
Toilet tissue was a first. Being pelted with candy is a time-honored tradition all over the land, makes pretty good sense to me, and you've seen I came prepared with a Ziploc bag for storage. But what's up with the tossed rolls of toilet tissue? Is this about the precariously and artificially propped-up economy and some parade entrant's desire to see to it that everyone has what they really need? I have to admit, it was sort of fun to see streams of toilet tissue fluttering through the air on this slightly breezy day. And SugarPlum thought the tissue a prize ... to bestow on Nana. I lost count of the number of tissue lengths she chased across the ground and delivered to me with a pleased, "Here, Nana!" Umm, thanks? You can be sure I wasn't offered a Tootsie Roll. And the minute she turned her back, I'd stick my hand behind my own and release each prize to the breeze ... for some other parade viewer's use. I bought a 24-pack just last week.
It was the best parade.
Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound: they shall walk, O Lord, in the light of thy countenance. ~Psalm 89:15
