Frost is Coming Soon for our Flowers. Boo.

Chances for frost are increasing, so I wanted to get a final photo of our garden doors before the end of the season. The zinnias looked much better a month or so ago, but that's ok. 

George and I made all the decorations. All had been in our shop at one point. The butterflies we made from old tin corrugated roofing were a great seller, as were the various chair planters we had through the years. We had fun making birdhouses and decorating them with old junk. As for the garden angel, we did sell several of them, but we kind of got in on that trend a little late. They were starting to fade in popularity by the time we started making them. Ah, always a dollar late and a dollar short. We ended up keeping a few of them, and I sort of rotate them in and out of use. 

This is the view we see of them from our house.

And this is the view our neighbors see:

We want to make it look nice on their side too. Although I do have trouble remembering to water the flowers in the little wagon. They aren't looking so hot at this point. Actually, I thought they were dead once, but I went ahead and gave them a BIG drink, and they came back. Then we got a little rain, and dewy nights, and they managed to stay alive despite me neglecting them. 

We had bought the wagon to sell in the shop, but it never made it there. I rarely kept things without even trying to sell it, but the wagon spoke to me. "Keep me, keep me!". So I did. 

Same with this red one:

I can't remember for sure if I ever had this wagon in the shop, but I'm thinking it also told me to keep it. When a wagon speaks, you have to listen. Hee hee. 

Look at those plants! This is a first for me! That coleus... I can't believe it got so big. The sweet potato vine just kept going and going. The impatiens did pretty well, and the sweet alyssum... Wow! This is the first time I even kept it alive. Honest! 

I watered frequently, and fertilized with Miracle Gro a few times, and by golly, I got rewarded big time. I hate to lose them to the cold, but I guess that day is coming.  

I may fool around and learn how to be a flower gardener yet! 

Combining Vintage Items into New Treasures

Reminiscing...

One of our favorite things to create when we had our shop was combos.

We would look around our stash of vintage items, and inspiration would hit.

"Hey, look! This will fit on this!"

In this case, it was a 4-loaf bread pan that fit nicely on metal legs.

The large metal dishpan was a good topper for the barrel, giving it a whole new look.

We had the bowl from a vintage pitcher and bowl set for quite a while. No one wanted it without the pitcher, until we set it on the metal stand, which looked like it had been made for it. 

We laid a feed dolly down on its back, and added a box, making it into a fun planter. 

Somewhere along the way, we had picked up a box full of rusty concrete tools. They took up space in our garage for years until we turned them into hooks by attaching them to boards. The pointy one on the left is an old fur board that had been used originally to stretch pelts.

We attached 3 other fur boards to a bench for a unique look.

The barrel attached to a dolly made a fun planter.

As did the metal thingy attached to a wheel thingy.

How's that for an official description. Ha!

Once you start looking outside the box on vintage items, the possibilities are endless! 

Oh, in case you are wondering, all these items sold when the shop was open. 

We closed in 2023.

 

We Were Beginning to Think the Buzzards Were Waiting on Us

My last post described a fun experience with parakeets at a zoo. 

This one is also about birds. But not fun. 

Creepy. Very creepy.

One day this summer, as we pulled into our driveway, we saw 5 buzzards sitting on the fence posts between our yard and the neighbors hay field. 

As we got out the car, they just sat there, like sentry's guarding the house.

Buzzards. The bird of death.

Instead of walking up the sidewalk to the front door like we usually do, we snuck in the garage door, through the inside of the house and up to the living room window. One had flown off, but the other 4 were still there. I took photos through the front window. They just sat there.

I opened the front door. Still there. 

We were beginning to wonder if they knew something we didn't. Were they waiting on us to keel over? 

Finally, when I took a couple steps onto the porch, they flew off. 

An hour or so later, I looked out again, and they were back. Ok, this was getting really strange. Again, I opened the door, and they just sat there, until I stepped outside. That time, I thought I saw something on the ground. 

After they flew away, I walked over to the fence. There was a dead opossum on the ground right against the fence, half hidden in the grass. 

Whew! It was the opossum they wanted, not us. What a relief! 

That was actually our second experience with buzzards this summer. 

 

On Easter Sunday, we took a drive in PA, exploring some backroads.  As we were driving up one road, a buzzard started flying up the road ahead of us, as if it were leading us. We followed it for at least a quarter mile, maybe more. 

We started wondering that day too. What does it know that we don't? Was it leading us to our demise?

Seriously, we knew that wasn't the case. But we had fun joking around about it, especially since at that point we weren't sure where we were. After a few miles, we finally realized we were headed up the mountain roads to Mount Davis, which is PA's highest point. 

Ahh, good. Now we knew where we were. And the buzzard let us go the rest of the way in peace.

The White Peacock

Recently, I walked out of a store and saw this white peacock in front of our truck. Um...

I went back inside, and told the clerk about it, thinking maybe someone had lost their peacock. She said it belonged next door and sometimes wandered over.

It was fascinated with our truck. I got in the driver's seat and carefully backed up. It came with me. I got out, and it was circling the truck. I got back in and could not tell where it was. I honked the horn hoping to scare it back a few feet, but it still stuck with me. I looked up, and the clerk apparently heard me honk, realized what was happening, and came out to help.

She motioned for me to go once the bird was far enough away. I did, and once I was closer to her, I stopped and we chatted a bit. She said the reason it was so fascinated with our truck is that he liked to look at himself in the bumper. So, it wasn't really the truck he liked, it was the handsome fellow in the mirror. Ha! 

 

That peacock made my day! 

 

Hovatter's Zoo and the Parakeet Experience

 In August, we went to Hovatter's Zoo in Kingwood, WV where we had a parakeet experience.

It started out innocently enough. John held out a food stick, and a parakeet flew over and landed on it. So sweet. And then...

Let's just say the parakeets weren't shy! It was crazy! It just took a few seconds until they were all over you. Note to self: make sure you wear a hat! We had a little trouble getting them out of my hair. It was fun, though a bit painful. Ha! Those teeny-weeny little bird feet claws are sharp!

The other animals were much calmer. The kids got to feed lots of animals, including the giraffes. 

Word of warning, the roads to Kingwood are very windy. I got a little seasick. Grace got very seasick, and we had to make a quick pullover in a store parking lot for her to throw up. A car stopped beside us to see if we needed help. Turned out to be (I think) the owner. He was so kind, which we appreciated more than he will ever know. 

Other than the motion sickness, it was a great day, and we will know to load up on Dramamine the next time! 

Scarecrows for the Wild Apple Festival

We had a lot of fun making scarecrows for the Wild Apple Festival which our son and daughter-in-law hold on their farm.

Wait a minute, those 2 on the ends aren't scarecrows!

We scattered our new creations around the field.

This guy is next to an old grain cleaner in the U-Pick Flower Patch.

This one is a short guy, with a short window and a short corn shock. 

Perfect size for little ones to pose with. 

If you look closely, you can see an arch with small pumpkins growing on it. The plan was for the vines to completely cover the arch, but a too wet Spring followed by a too dry Summer took its toll. The flowers in the background did great though! 

This one is at the top of the lane, helping to announce the two-weekend festival. 

And this guy was our biggest challenge. We named him Johnny Lee, because he is wearing grandson John's pants, and neighbor Lee's hat. But technically, he could be called Pappy Johnny Lee, because he is also wearing Pappy's shirt. 

He was the hardest to make, and the hardest to stage. We knew we wanted him to look like he was plowing. It took a little doing, and a few stakes, but it worked!

He is part of the Scavenger Hunt in the apple orchard. There is a list of 15 items to find in the orchard. Some natural, some added. Anyone who finds at least 12 of the items is entered to win a gift basket of Howard Family Farms products. 

And how do you get to the orchard? On a hayride! There are goats to admire, and pigs to feed. There are kid's games to play. Flowers to pick. A trailer load of home-grown pumpkins to choose from. 

This is the second year for the festival, and it's really taking off. 

Lots of people were there having fun this morning.... until the rain moved in this afternoon. Sigh. 

But tomorrow is another (supposed to be sunny!) day. 

Taking up Blogging Again after a Long Absence

I see I haven't posted anything since 2019. Yikes. In fact, I'm not sure I've even looked at my blog since then. Double yikes. As best I remember, my laptop had died, and for the next few years, I only had internet on my phone, which is not conducive to blogging, at least to me. I finally got another laptop, so no excuses now. 

I last talked about switching our shop to an Occasional Shop. Best business decision we ever made!! We did that for a few years and really enjoyed most aspects of it. But oh, the work! We were busier than ever, out picking for vintage items as often as we could, (the fun part), and then cleaning and pricing everything (the not so fun part). All that deserves its own post, or several posts. 

In 2023, we decided to close the shop, after being open for almost 21 years. It was time. All that furniture moving was taking its toll. And our son and his family (our grandkids!!) had moved 2 and a half hours away. We were spending more and more time on the road. visiting them and helping them get established on first a small farm, and then later a bigger one. That too will take several posts to cover!

After closing the store, we put the building up for sale. We took one last photo the day of the closing. It was so surreal. So much of our time was spent there, so many friends and memories made. But we had no regrets. We realized that our hearts were no longer in the store, they were at our son's farm. We bought a house just a mile or so from him, and for now, we are splitting our time between it and "back home". 

This was the day we closed on the house near him.

A very exciting day!!

And to make it even more exciting, when we are at this house, we are much closer to our daughter. It cuts our travel time to see her in half. We see her and her husband much more often now, which we love. A couple weeks ago, we met her in the middle just to see a movie, which is something we never would have done when we were 5 hours away from her. But now that we are only 2 and a half hours from her and can cut that in half again if we meet in the middle, an afternoon at the movies is doable. Especially if that movie is Hamilton! Gotta be in the room where it happens!

I'm excited to start blogging again. I look at it as a diary with photos. I wish I hadn't stopped. The last few days I have read all my old posts and have enjoyed that so much. Goodness, there were many that talked about things I had totally forgotten about. How I wish I would have had something like this when our own kids were growing up! And I missed out on recording a few years of the grandkids. 

Every moment is a gift. And I want to remember as many of those moments as I can.