Honesty harvest, patio update and Misfits

 I took a stroll around the deck early today, before the rain,  and noticed the honesty is ready to pick for everlasting flowers, and the other plants are coming along. 

Wandering dude planted himself uninvited here and in several other places

The potatoes are getting along; that's all of them 

 Look at all the hibiscus buds. Last year there were only a couple 

Zinnias likewise, buds galore 

And here's the first picking of honesty.

I'm giving seeds to my knitting friends, as well as letting some seeds drop where they want.

Here's the first of this year's crop. I love this plant. This is the white and silver corner.

No need to water lately. I had several of these this afternoon 

I think the flooding is not here in town, yet, anyway.

And Misfits arrived anyway, flood or no flood,  the driver in a hoodie so I'm not sure who, maybe Ronald.

Very small shop this week, because I have the makings of spinach quiche when it's cool enough to cook, and chicken thighs ready to roast. And I'm all up-to-date on the food pantry.

Yogurt is a staple, lazy old bread is too, till it's cool enough to bake, shredded cheese for the quiches, shredded because it's oddly cheaper by weight than the block of the same cheese, go figure. 

Lemon juice for lemonade, blueberries to go with yogurt, lovely Envy apples, dried cranberries because it's been a while, potatoes now parboiled ready to roast with chicken in the toaster oven.

If you would like an update on the medical bulletin: I now have the antibiotic in hand,  ready to take one hour before the dentist appointment. That's now set for 8am Monday. Handsome Son is free to take me, yay. 

The reason for the antibiotic is to ward off any potential dental infection, since I have a minor heart valve issue.  Just in an abundance of whatever they said during the pandemic.

And I started a(nother) bracelet using cotton warp yarn, which is working a lot better for me than previous experiments. 

This one may actually become a finished item. Colors green, white and tan, none of which show up here accurately.

I got a picture of two of my donated artworks in their new home. They're really in good hands and being enjoyed.

They're the two stitched pieces, one a mixed media piece, dyed, stitched, with stumpwork insects and animals, one a goldwork design. 

It's a treat to see them in their new home. 

Happy day everyone, honesty rules!

Water update

 Also known as why I'm staying home today.

All the roads I would use, including alternates, are closed. Fast flowing creeks too. 

Here's my neighborhood, as of a few minutes ago. 

On the left a lake where I see all kinds of fishing birds, on my way to the library

This is the corner made famous by the War of the Worlds broadcast. The creek water in front is usually several feet lower. And not usually whitecaps.

Here's the nearest point to me with official pix

It's a  nearby street I used to live on, where I had a big vegetable garden. Drowned today, I guess.

This being a town with terrific alluvial plain drainage, flooding will subside soon. Meanwhile nobody's goin' nowhere. Everyone I know is home safe and dry. Very grateful for that.

Survivor Spaghetti and Meatballs

I rarely have any interest in eating meat other than chicken, but with the long season of vegetables and variations thereon, I suddenly thought, hm, get some nice Italian sausage, make meatballs.  Using breadcrumbs from my homebaked bread. To go with the spaghetti sauce I have in the freezer, made from farm tomatoes.  It seemed like such an innocent decision.

So I made the meatballs, which involved baking them in a very hot oven.  Which started up the smoke alarm.  Much waving of newspapers, then blessed quiet while I got on with my cooking, only to start up again once it got its breath.  

Meanwhile, under all this row, don't ask me why the builders put the smoke alarm so close to the open kitchen that a slice of toast will set it off, anyway, I took out the bag of frozen spaghetti sauce and put it in the microwave to start thawing.  

Then, while I was watching and checking the progress of the spaghetti, and waving newspapers at the smoke alarm, I noticed a red tide in the microwave.  The bag had opened, ziploc fail. 

So now I had to rescue the sauce, clean up the microwave, watch the meatballs and the spaghetti and wave newspapers at the smoke alarm. No, you can't turn it off by removing the battery, it's wired into the system of the house.

Finally, meatballs done, last blast from the smoke alarm as I took them out of the oven, spaghetti just right, sauce recovered and heated, red peppers found for sprinkling with parmesan cheese, and I served myself a nice dinner.  

Before putting it on the table I thought I should close the curtains where all the plants are, so as not to be eating on a lighted stage.  And found I was standing in a puddle of water.  One of the big plants had burst its banks.  So now I had rapid cleanup, since laminate floors and flooding hate each other.

Finally, dinner got on the table. Too spent to make pix at that point, but here's the leftovers for today's lunch.  

And I must say it tasted wonderful. Best meatballs evah.  Which may be as much a reflection of what I went through to get them served as anything. Like a nice glass of water at the top of a mountain.  And the glass of red wine that went with wasn't bad, either.

We are survivors!