One of the things that has been keeping me so busy of late is the vineyard. Remember the vineyard? Twenty Norton grape vines I planted several springs back. I’m making my first batch of wine this year, about 10 gallons. It’s really an experimental batch; I’m learning as I go. I’ve learned that I already have made several mistakes. I almost hope the wine is awful, because making wine is a lot of work and bother. I wouldn’t have to do it again! However, it’ll be several months before we know anything for sure. More on this.
Cat in the Sack
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66 responses to “Cat in the Sack”
I wish I’d had more runs to the north during the aurora season, but I never did make it at the right time! My company had me mostly running between SLC and Los Angeles. My runs up to Calgary and Edmonton came mostly during cloudy weather for some reason.
I saw the aurora borealis years ago from an undisclosed location north of the Arctic Circle. Pretty, but frankly I found them a bit underwhelming. Perhaps I didn’t see the topflight version.
If you hide an Easter egg so well that no one can find it, does it spoil all the fun. I think that I’ll be a spoilsport and leave it at that. Maybe a hint when you least expect it.
Lily, is saying you “have no musical interests besides choir and classical” not like saying you have no culinary seasoning interests besides salt and pepper? Just wondering.
Ghost: It means I have no interest in dumb bands that you guys post links to, if you will pardon my French. Gah, I’ll regret that in the morning. The Man In My Life has carried me up the stairs and allowed me one post before I say good night. Shhhhhh
Lilyblack: Either he’s a Charles Atlas or you’re even tinier than I thought.
She’s tiny.
Now if I could just figure out how to give an IQ test to a band…
Good morning Villagers….
I loved wearing halter tops, remember halter tops? But then I was in the era of “ban the bra”! ( GR π )
Long day yesterday…13 hours….. π Had a heavy fog up until 9sh, and the henhouse was covered in condensation. Running brushes on the feed troughs was just smearing chicken dust into chicken mud. It didn’t start drying out until about noon.
Indy Mindy, hope you have good weather for moving…today’s high here will be 89 degrees and high humidity….arrggghhhh!!!!
Miss Charlotte, the band Rush is from Canada, their most notable song that’s played over and over on the radio is titled “Tom Sawyer” I like their music…here’s a Wiki link if you’re interested. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rush_%28band%29
Good luck with the wine, Jimmy. We have a friend who is picking elderberries to make his wine.
Ya’ll have a blessed day
=^..^=
Gotta go
Debbe π Ban the bra, you say? What a good idea!
Free range boobs, titalating!
Not in some age groups or bra sizes.
Expand your horizons, emb…like the old WWII flyer’s ditty sad, “Bless ’em All!” ??
Hmm…my smily emoji became ?? Should have been π
Testing, 1..2..3, Testing 1..2..3, ,…
Guess who got caught by a late posting and a new page today?…
Husband decided a couple of decades ago that we should grow grapes in the yard. He planted A grape plant. We got enough one year to make a quarter cup of jam. It was brown in color. My niece and nephew (young at the time) were brave enough to try it and polite enough not to say it was bad. Husband lost track of the vine. It now runs through most of the plants in the backyard and we have never done anything with the grapes again.