Woman Seeking Employment

She's big, buxom, and has applied for a position in the Federal government. What will she do? I have an idea, but think you might come up with something better. Let me know! Is she a new Czar perhaps? A unique cabinet position just created?

Continuing to be Blessed with Pears

Update : HE-HE-HE! We are DONE with pears! Except to eat fresh ones  until they're gone. The post I wrote last week when I was still working on pears follows.

Pear and Honey Preserve           
Orange Nutmeg Pear Butter
Frozen Pears in Juice
Cinnamon Pear Sauce
Pear Nectar

Looks like two more pickings of Asian pears to go, maybe one more from D'Anjou tree. We're down to freezing them to turn into delecacies later. Such bounty due to unusual rains in June, I'm sure.

Think I'll mix some pears and berries to make some more jam. Apple and berry turned out lip smackin' good.

Back to the store for more jars and pectin soon.

Melons will ripen soon; wonder what I can do with them. Watermelon pickles anyone?

Next year I want to plant ground cherries. I found several intriguing recipes. Maybe Honeyberries, too?

Planting fall seeds; planning spring garden;  canning, canning, canning; and freezing whatever I can. Selling and saving, the farm gives us as much as the work we put into it and more.

I Gotta Get One

 Wanted:

Small fan blowing big wind. Electric or battery powered. Price no object;weather too hot! 

Will this summer ever end?

O Watermelon Divine!

Oh, watermelon, apple of mine eye!

Hiding 'mongst the leaves so shy,

Waiting for a passing shower

Lurking in your leafy bower.

Hauling water, pulling weeds,

We cater to your daily needs.

Gazing daily as you grow

Time does pass exceeding slow.

We turn you gently seeking yellow

Upon your belly, jolly fellow.

A thoughtful thump. Listen! Hark!

You'll be chilled before it's dark.

Ma-Moo's old tub, galvanized,

Holds you, drawing all our eyes.

You're cradled, tubbed in icy cool,

Crisp and sweet, provoking drool.

Hurry melon, we await!

We yearn for you upon our plate!

A flash of silver; you split apart.

Green, and white, and sweet red heart.

Crunching, slurping, spitting seeds,

We worship summer in the weeds.

Friends and family, smiles divine. 

The day we pluck you from the vine.

Wanta Tickle?