I would NEVER Blackmail you

It is amazingly quiet here this morning. I only here a rooster, that pack of dogs are oddly silent. I am also on day 3 of a migraine. Hopefully it is that last day.

My little brother is moving, he is staying in Kansas, but it is a few hours away. We will be saying farewell to him tonight.

I caught husband watching little House on the Prairie. And he was smiling. It was the Halloween episode where Laura thinks she sees Mr. Olson cut Mrs. Olson's head off and Nelly plays a trick on her. Yeah, you know the one I;m talking about, don't deny it. It was cute watching him, watch the program. I really don't think he saw it much when he was growing up. He didn't have a stable place to live. Anyway, in this episode, Pa tries to hug Ma, and she squeals away because he was all muddy. Of course this is when I said, she, Ma Ingalls doesn't like it either! Now you can't get on my when I am being a Wuss, and ask If I am a Pioneer woman. My customer broke out and informed husband that you don't mess with Ma Ingalls.

And everything tastes like cucumber this morning.

Cucumber Ketchup

I will be linking my canning recipes to the amounts on my sidebar. I know that I usually do this, but am late on it, and there are a few people that read on feed readers that have no clue what's on my sidebar, now they know.



1 quart cucumbers, peeled and seeded
1 cup chopped onion
2 green peppers, cored and chopped
1/2 cup water
2 cups vinegar
1 cup sugar
1/4 tsp. cayenne
2 Tbl. mustard seeds in a muslin bag
1 Tbl. salt

Combine cucumbers, onions and peppers with water. Cook until tender.

Put through a food mill.

Add remaining ingredients and boil until thick and clear.

Remove the mustard seeds.

process in hot water bath, 1/2 pints 5 minutes. Pints 10 minutes

Sigh

Any one else have this problem?

I can't get my cat, Pepper, to stop eating my raw cucumbers. I am not talking sliced ones, she will steal an entire cucumber out of the basket as soon as I walk into the house. I don't think she has discovered them in the garden yet.

The rooster isn't in the hen house.

My oh my, what an August it has turned out to be! It has yet to reach the traditional 120F mark with 100% humidity and no rain. Instead it is in the mid 70's, my house if wide open and canning hasn't turned my house into a sauna. The rain has been plentiful, enough to keep us from watering the garden and not so much that the garden is flooded. The grass is lush, unlike the normal dry and brown, with a smattering of prairie fires. The cows are loving it. The Ladies, minus babies, are grazing my front yard as we speak. We have only mowed twice this year, and the was the ditch next to the road, we mow good neighbors and horse neighbors as well as our own. But they both have been on top of it this year, mowing ours as well. It's nice to know neighbors at times.

I had a dream the another night that a neighbor had come to my house and chewed me out for my cattle. In reality she has complained that they have woken her up at night. How did she know they were mine? She has cattle in the fields behind her (not her field, not her cattle). There are more in the neighboring fields as well, but I guess she knows the sound of my cattle really well. They have never woken me up and they stand right outside my bedroom window. Sammy is another story, she will stuck her head into the window, and whinny. Scared the begeebers out of me the first tie she did it. Speaking of Sammy, I discovered that she is terrified of thunder. I was standing on the back porch yesterday, when thunder shook the ground. Sammy tucked her tail between her legs and bee lined it to the barn. Most the time she will just stand out in the rain looking miserable.

Small is turning out to be the best herding dog I have ever had ~giggle~. That boy has those cows wrapped around his stern little finger. He helped me round them up last night before and during a storm. No they didn't get out, I am just keeping them in the back pastures at night now.

Would somebody please explain to this rooster that he doesn't belong in the mud room?
edited to add, it smells like someone is burning a marijuana crop. hhmmm. . . think I need to do some outside chores for a while ~wink~

Leave me alone!

The boys worked hard on the truck engine this weekend. Still don't have a working truck.


That would be husband and Medium.

Ladies do you remember that one embarressing moment when your mother, aunt or grandmother mentioned how bid you were getting? And then promptly announced to the world that you were getting breasts? Well I don't have a daughter to do that to, so here is Uma.
A blossoming udder to say the least. But she is standing in the stanchion, and only kicks me 3-4 times a session.

Undies is getting big.



And here is Urth in the stanchion. She has been feeling left out because she is the only one besides the babies that doesn't get to stand there and eat treats. She will follow me, mooing when I leave the barn, she doesn't understand why she doesn't get to play this game. I tried to explain it to her, but you know how teen girls can be. So last night I let her hang out after I was done milking. She ad a very smug look on her face.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a bunch of canning to do today.