Coop's Corner: Early August

Sunday, August 13, 2023

Early August - 2023/08

Just a mix of things it seems, ends and mostly odds but in my mind at least, some bits worth sharing.

Of course there has been riding, mixed short and only a couple of longer rides but each and every one continues to bring smiles, even the quick jaunts. I've shared the Tracks from some of my 'Around the lake' rides and now there has been another one, with ever expanding loops it seems.

This one another 'just a wander' but soon after I began the decision was made to make it a Highway Ride and there was very little else.

I took over when dad stopped (no longer able) making sure that his parents' graves had flowers each summer. I don't pay the extra for watering, instead rely on the good graces of Nature to keep the flowers bright. Once my ride started north, the Barron Cemetery seemed like the right place to go and besides, I needed to check on my investment.

The afternoon got warm and believe it or not, I was getting sleepy. Cold and sweet sounded ideal.

The garden is (has gotten) getting away from us. You knew about the pickles and sauerkraut, here were a couple of images that I neglected to include....

Peg mixing the seasoning and salt to get the brine started.

As Slaw Master, my only remaining physical capability was the pushing of the RECORD button. And besides, as I've told her on more than one occasion, "You're so good at that!"

The other major harvesting that continues in the garden is my capturing of the Asian Beetles during the cooler, less bright times of day. There's sweet satisfaction in sharing them with the chickens from my little container and watching them run/fly over to me whenever they see the container in my hand is priceless.

Speaking of chickens, the chicklets are being integrated in with the older birds and it's all gone much smoother than we'd hoped. Something we've not done before, there was apprehension about mixing them since we've heard that it isn't always a peaceful coexistence. But it's gone well.

Continuing with the livestock theme, Arthur is doing well.

Still our favorite lap dog....

He was at the Vet yesterday and she says he's "Healthy as a ......"

5.6 Stone worth....he loves a good romp in the sprinkler!

More motorcycle content.....a ride up into Red Wing's remodeled Memorial Park.

Mike has been busy, sharing, showing and WINNING with his various bike builds. Hat's off Mike, great work and efforts acknowledged!!

Lauren's working in Rome... to my knowledge as of yet no audience with the Pope.

Peg did the biscuits, the Pork Tenderloin (on sale) came from City Meat Market in New Albin, the tomatoes from the garden and the Strawberry Rhubarb from Sunrise Bakery on Pa's Road. Thanks for the recipe idea Paul, the grill and I did a fantastic job!

Did someone say food?? It was a lovely evening, time for dinner so I stopped at the KT convenience store and took my fixing to the park in Lake City.

Plus, there was another early morning Park Breakfast, details on the video channel.

Well, that about does it, what else could there possibly be?

Breakfast with Eric in Eleva for one....

I might think of something more later. In lieu of that, we've got a big weekend coming.

Stay tuned...

4 comments:

motormikeAugust 13, 2023 at 5:51 PM
Thanks for the tip of the cap.... me thinks the " lap dog " is gonna need his own luv seat...possibly a full couch :)
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mohessianAugust 16, 2023 at 7:19 AM
5.6 stone, and he's not done yet, right? That's about the size of a small Equus Caballus! Olde English...Latin...we are so clever.
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"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)