Friday, December 5, 2014

around the yard and the Friday selfie


I've been wandering around in the yard this morning and the past few days looking for things to take photos of. It's pretty dismal out there and picking up the handful (or shirtfull) of pecans as I wander around the yard hinders that somewhat. Why, oh why, do I keep declaring the end of the pecan harvest? The trees are mostly bare of leaves now and looking up there still seems to be so many. Some are just empty pods but I daresay most have pecans in them. I do believe that this year's quantity has surpassed two years ago when everyone was marveling about the bountiful harvest and the quality is damn near as good.


This is what I bought with some of my pecan money, a new wind chime/yard ornament.


We went in to the city yesterday to set up our display for the open house this weekend. We'll be heading back in the late afternoon for this evening's preview and we'll stay overnight for Saturday. Since we don't have to be there til noon on Sunday, we'll come home Saturday night. I still have to figure out pricing, my least favorite part of doing these cast pieces. There is no way I can get enough to cover all the time invested in them so it's a matter of trying to figure out what the market will bear without actually giving them away. And I should come up with some sort of display describing the process so people can understand their sticker shock but I'm not really invested in that since I'm running out of time, though I did print out the three blog posts on model making, mold making, and mold filling.

Alright, on to the other photos.

The roses in the Little Back Yard are putting on their fall blooms.

And this bromeliad blooms every year at this time.

The little shrimp plant that I brought over from the old city property and which sat there and did nothing for the longest despite my exhorting it to grow and bloom, finally did start growing and blooming.

This morning, the glass in the storm door was covered with dew and this little bug made a trail across it.

We have a small dogwood tree that has never bloomed in the 7 years we have had the country property. I understand it never bloomed for the people we bought the house from either. After we lost those four big branches from the pecan tree last fall and this summer, it gets more sun than it did before. I was looking at it earlier and spied four or five little buds forming so maybe next spring we will have four or five flowers.


















The framed pate de verre pieces.

And me. It's warm and sunny out, will be warm tomorrow too, cooling slightly on Sunday so I'm sporting capris and t-shirt. And breezy. Did I mention breezy?

Photobombed!




Tuesday, December 2, 2014

finishing up


I gave my back and legs a workout Sunday and last night I was feeling it. It was warm with a nice south wind and I put on shorts and went out and cleared the rest of the gone by field sunflowers and grasses out of the wildflower spot. Now is the time to spread seeds.

I picked one of the last confederate rose blooms and brought it in.


This is a volunteer from the parent bush which has some weird thing wrong with it and it grows all deformed so I don't let it grow any longer, snapping off all the new growth sprouts that are still coming up from the root. The flowers on parent bush opened pink and got darker but the ones on the new bush open white and turn dark pink by the end of the day.


Monday morning, it was still warm so I made a small mountain in the back of the truck from the two piles I had made the day before and drove it across the street to the burn pile over there. That one is our official burn pile now. The one behind the house is on land we have poached from the 13 Acre Field. After loading it all in the back of the truck I went in and changed from my jeans into the shorts I was wearing Sunday so I was standing on the tailgate pulling and shoving dead and dried plant debris out and onto the new burn pile. It was very dark to the northeast and suddenly the air went from warm to chilly. The temperature dropped that suddenly. Guess I was a little hasty in my change of clothes and changed back into my jeans when I was done. It rained the rest of the day so I worked on the peach pit waxes, getting them ready to send off to be cast in bronze.

Today I picked up what may be the last bucket of pecans. The leaves have pretty much finished falling in the last week and the trees look pretty empty. The leaf cover was so dense on the ground, I quit looking until Marc mulched with the mower. Same for the ginkgoes and tallows. Nothing but empty branches out my window now except for the evergreens.


Standing in the street I noticed how the three trees leaves are different colors changing from brown to red to yellow to the still green grass beyond...hackberry, cypress, ginkgo.

I'm sort of goofing off today since I got all the cold work done on the cast pieces last week and I will be working all weekend at the open house. We set up on Thursday and then the preview is Friday evening and then all day Saturday and noon to 5 on Sunday. Tomorrow the frames are supposed to be ready for the lizard on the leaf and the bee on the bark so I will be busy finishing up those, getting them mounted.

Here's the finished pieces except that the two aren't finished until they are in their frames.

2” x 5”

4” x 4”

2” x 3”

2.5” x 5”

4” x 7”

2” x 5”




Sunday, November 30, 2014

fall reading list



Sovereign by Ted Dekker and Tosca Lee – the last book of of The Book Of Mortals trilogy. It's been a couple of years since I read books one and two but their reviews are in the archives somewhere. At the end of book 2, the Sovereign (read savior) Jonathon allows himself to be killed by the Dark Blood Saric and his (Jonathon's) most ardent followers inject his dying blood into their veins to achieve the final awakening but it only serves to create a schism between the nomads (Immortals) and the newly created Sovereigns. Feyn has been turned into a Dark Blood and she reigns over the world and the dead Mortals. Six years has passed now and the Sovereigns have been hunted and killed by both the Dark Bloods and the Immortals and the 30 some odd left are in hiding in the catacombs under the citadel. The Sovereigns' alchemist (scientist) has created a virus that will kill all Dark Bloods and Immortals and intends to release it in 6 days but their leaders Rom and Jordin set off on different paths to prevent it's release because, you know, Jonathon wouldn't like it. Rom turns himself into Feyn in a last attempt to convert her back to Jonathon's love and aliveness. (Rom is a fanatic going on and on and on about Jonathon's blood). Jordin sets off to find and kill an Immortal and injects his blood into her veins to become an Immortal (apparently in this place and time all humans only have one blood type except for the three characteristics...Sovereign, Immortal, Dark Blood) so that she can convince Roland (the Prince of the Immortals) to attack and kill Feyn and also to try and convert him to Sovereign so he won't die when the virus is released. Anyway, it's all about faith or loss of it and resurrection and blah blah blah. When, the authors were just telling the story, it was a good enough action tale but then they would go off on the whole Jonathon/Jesus riff and I got tired of that. In the end, Jordin finds her faith, Rom converts Feyn, Jordin converts Roland and the few remaining Immortals but not until almost everyone else dies.

The Ocean At The End Of The Lane by Neil Gaiman - A middle aged man goes back to his home town for a funeral and feels drawn to visit the pond at the end of the lane, a place he thinks he has not been to since he was 7. As he sits and reflects, the memories of that year come back to him, the year when his parent's lodger took their car and drove to the end of the lane onto the Hempstock farm and committed suicide, an act which unleashed a 'flea' as Old Mrs. Hempstock calls their kind. 11 year old Lettie Hempstock collects the boy and takes him to her family's farmhouse while his father deals with the police and the situation. Privy to a mysterious conversation, he goes home to wake one morning soon after, choking on a coin and discovers Lettie waiting for him at the end of his drive. What follows is a little wander into the supernatural dark side with Lettie promising to protect him 'no matter what'. Still, the flea manages to evade the binding. It's a short read, not even 200 pages, but a good story and probably not the one you think. I liked it.

The Heist by Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg – a new series by Janet, this one starring a female ex Navy seal FBI special agent who has devoted her life to catching world renown con man and thief extraordinaire Nick Fox, which she does right away. Fox makes a deal with Kate O'Hare's superiors to use his skills to help bring down other untouchable criminals, untouchable because of their wealth or position in society, and her bosses pair her with Nick much to her chagrin while at the same time telling them they will be operating in an unofficial capacity and if they get caught, the FBI will deny all knowledge. Their first 'job' is to recover half a billion dollars and bring to justice an ex investment firm CEO who embezzled the money and fled and only one man knows where he is, his lawyer. Several recurring characters are introduced.

The Chase by Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg – the second book with Kate and Nick, this time they must recover a bronze artifact that was stolen from the Smithsonian and a forgery put in it's place when the government decides to return it to China. The con and retrieval goes smoothly until the collector, Carter Grove the ex White House chief of staff and now head and owner of the BlackRhino private security firm that hires only the meanest and deadliest characters, discovers the con and vows to not only get the bronze statue back but also to kill Kate and Nick but Kate and Nick have other plans.

Top Secret Twenty-One by Janet Evanovich - the continuing adventures of Stephanie Plum, Bounty Hunter and her two men. I still enjoy them. This one made me chuckle more than once. It has everything we've come to expect...cars blown up, people to apprehend, interaction with Ranger and Morelli.

A Question Of Blood by Ian Rankin – a detective novel set in Scotland. A man walks into a private school lounge room and shoots three teens, killing two of them and then shoots and kills himself. The investigation, besides discovering exactly what happened and in what order, also tries to figure out the motive of the apparent perpetrator, a loner and ex special army forces member who makes his living taking people water skiing and teaching them to sail. The head of the investigation requests the aid of detectives John Rebus and Siobhan Clark to help undercover the connection between these private school boys and Lee Herdman, the dead shooter, even though one of the dead boys is related to Rebus who is about to be investigated for a different murder and his scalded hands seem to point to his guilt. When two army investigators show up and start searching Herdman's boats, the backstory becomes even more complex. A decent enough read though it kind of bogs down a little.

The Lost Island by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child - a new series, it seems, by the authors of the Pendergast novels. This is the third Gideon Crew novel. Gideon is hired by Eli Glenn to steal an illuminated page from an ancient book on loan by the Scottish government in an impossibly secure room. When he pulls it off and delivers the page he is astonished and dismayed to see Glenn's scientists dissolve the inks to reveal an even more ancient map on the vellum that is supposed to lead to the site of a miraculous healing substance. Gideon and another Glenn recruit, Amy, are sent on a mission to the Caribbean to find this place and substance. They encounter trouble almost right away in the form of treasure hunters and heavy seas from a nearby tropical storm. Amy has her own theory about the map and the journey it depicts and convinces Gideon to go along with her instead of calling Glenn when things get tight.

Mr. Mercedes by Steven King – I know I swore I would never read another Steven King novel after slugging my way through The Gunslinger but I finished my book on Saturday night and so Sunday Marc was through with this one I picked it up. This is not a horror or woo woo tale. It's a story of a sociopath who decides to 'borrow' a car and run down a bunch of people waiting in line for a job fair and gets away with it. The lead detective on the case retires without solving the case and several months into his retirement he gets a letter from the 'perk'. Now 'Mr. Mercedes' has turned his attention to trying to get the detective to commit suicide, something he did successfully to the woman whose car he used. Hodges, the detective, proves to be a tougher nut to crack and soon things escalate and the race is on. Hodges and his unlikely partners, Jerome, his 17 yr. old neighbor, and Holly, the 40 something niece of the suicide with 'problems', are acting outside the law and with only their wits to aid them must find and stop Mr. Mercedes before he pushes the button for his grand exit, taking thousands of others with him. I wouldn't go so far as to say Steven King has been redeemed in my eyes but he does know how to tell a good story and this one was worth reading.

Friday, November 28, 2014

what is up, comes down...and the selfie


I hope everybody had a good Thanksgiving gathering with family and/or friends yesterday.

We don't often get much fall color, none if it's a mild winter. To get fall color we have to have a front dip into freezing early on. Otherwise, the trees just give up their leaves when the days get short enough.

And so, we did get a dip into freezing last week and some of the trees have responded, those that still had leaves and are of the sort that loses it's leaves.





I posted a pick of one of my ginkgo trees before but this is the other.


This is what it looks like today.


We've been having fine weather the last several days and since I have all but finished the cold work on the six new castings, I've been able to run some errands that had been given second class status. I got the pecans sold, about 280 pounds worth...55¢ a pound for over 100 pounds. Still have the biggest box and the smallest box which are getting added to daily but it has now trickled down to a handful or so every time we go out plus the heavy leaf cover makes it harder to see them.

I also ran out to a peach orchard and left a note in the mailbox on the highway. They do have a small stack, about 8 logs, that looks like the same wood as the trees so I was hoping they would get my note and call. As it turned out, today while I was at the frame shop trying to cajole Margaret into doing these two little frames for me by Friday (which she is), I happened to ask her if she knew who owned the peach orchard on 1301 as I have asked nearly everyone I run across and she said yes! Turns out, it is the same people who run the pecan buyer/sellers that I had sold my pecans to. So I stopped in on my way back and asked about the wood and they said get what I wanted. So now I guess I'm going to have the top to the peach box made out of wood.

Sometimes the universe just wants you to get what you want.






Tuesday, November 25, 2014

dead things


Did I mention I have another dead critter in the wall of my house exactly where the last one died? Probably another rat. I heard gnawing in the wee hours in the wall behind the stove several weeks ago. It was directly above the access to beneath the house (we're on pier and beam) that I had opened up about 4 years ago so the plumbers could do some repairs on the kitchen sink plumbing. I had replaced the wire mesh but when I looked it had been pushed enough to allow entrance.

Have I mentioned how much I hate rats in the walls? The old house in the city had them and in the winter they would wake me up gnawing in the walls by my head in the bed. I hate killing things. I don't kill things with a few exceptions...copperheads if they are near the house, rats if they are in the house, wasps if they are building a nest in my areas of activity otherwise I leave them alone.

So I put one of the poison baits (which I really hate, it seems so cowardly but how else to get rid of a rat in the wall?) through the hole in the wire mesh and tried to close up the hole and forgot about it. Until last week. The odor is fading now and I suppose I should be glad the weather is cooler. Even so, why, why do they always want to die in my walls!

Speaking of dead things, there was a dead red shouldered hawk on the roadside a couple of streets down from ours. I saw it when we were heading in to the city Saturday. I sure hope it's not our local hawk, the one who comes to visit to get water and a bath.

We got back late and it was rainy so Sunday morning I jumped in the truck with leather gloves in hand to check it out, hoping it hadn't been run over, which it had. I threw the water logged thing in the truck anyway for closer inspection at home. I couldn't tell if the skull was damaged but it's lower beak was a bit broken. I wonder if it was intent on some prey and blasted into the side of a moving vehicle. I can't imagine how else it would come to be dead on the side of the road.

Anyway, I got the long handled nippers and cut it's head off which is now buried in a fire ant bed. It will make a nice addition to my bird skull collection if it's not too damaged. I also took one wing that I have no idea what I am going to do with (the other was too damaged) and the feet with talons, also buried in a fire ant bed. Don't ask me why.  



  




Sunday, November 23, 2014

the results of all that cooking



Well, that was fun. We had our Thanksgiving dinner yesterday because the Girl and her family are going on vacation over the Thanksgiving holiday week. Instead of everyone coming out to our place though, we went in to theirs. The Boy and Wife came too so everyone was there and the food was all really good and it was great to all be together and be having a good time.

mold material cleaned off but not washed


Before we left, Marc opened the kiln and broke the little castings out of their molds. They all came out pretty well, even the peach. It came out pretty darn good. I was a little nervous about the peach and the first report was that I might be disappointed as it looked kind of dark and when I went over there to check it out, it did look dark in the mold, in the kiln. But once popped out of the mold and brushed off, it looked pretty good. I even gave it a quick wash and set it in it's little recess on the side of the cast box.


As you can see, the box still needs to have some excess glass ground off. And I might have changed my mind about having the feet cast in bronze and just use actual peach pits since I'm not making any progress on the finding a foundry mostly because I'm not looking. And instead of casting the top in glass or bronze, I've been thinking about making one of wood only that will only work if I can find a piece of peach wood big enough to make it. There's a small peach orchard down the road so I'm going to go see if they have any dead trees.

So, those few nights of the temperature dipping down to freezing last week triggered the two ginkos and Friday I thought they looked definitely lime green and this morning, they had turned yellow. I think this is the first time the whole tree has turned yellow. Usually, they just drop their leaves over a period of time or the weather will come later when they are already naked from the top to the middle. And the sky has been clear blue and dry today so they have had a beautiful blue background.


Well, I got the last mold filled today and so the last two are in the kiln. Tomorrow I will start the cold work.

For those that wanted the pecan pie recipe, here it is:

Pecan Pie

3 eggs
1 cup sugar
1 cup blue label Karo
1/4 tsp salt
2 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cups pecans
1/2 stick butter, melted

Beat eggs, then add sugar,Karo, salt,vanilla, and 1/2 the butter. Stir well. Stir in pecans. Pour into unbaked pie shell. Springkle the remaining butter over top of pie – give pecans a kind of glaze. Bake at 350˚ for 45 minutes. Be sure and get blue label Karo – that makes the difference.






Friday, November 21, 2014

cooking one thing or another and yay, the Friday selfie!


I woke up to rain this morning and Emma the cat was huddled against the back door waiting for someone to let her in. Fortunately it wasn't raining too hard and we have deep eaves around the house. It has stopped now but still overcast.


The molds are in the kiln, went in yesterday instead of Wednesday. Marc moved the other kiln over to the shop and by the time he figured out why it wasn't coming on, he decided to wait. As you can see, there are 5 molds in the kiln. The one in the middle is the peach mold. I finally took the bull by the horns and and selected some colors and filled it and, as so often happens, I changed my mind at the last minute about using a combination of transparent and opal glass and used only transparent. So, fingers crossed.

I know y'all are probably sick of hearing about all the pecans I am still picking up. Today I intended to take the bulk of them to the wholesaler and sell, but because of the rain the back of the truck has water in it and they are all contained in one form of paper or another. In the last picture there were 7 containers. I've added two more large brown paper grocery bags and another small box (I'll spare you a picture) and I still haven't managed to get all the ones off the ground because they keep falling! OK, I just did some rough calculations and I've determined I have at least 300 pounds of pecans sitting on the floor of my workroom right now.

I did finish filling the bee/flower mold today that I started late yesterday and I finally got the dressing in the oven for our Thanksgiving dinner which we are having tomorrow in Houston because the Girl and her family are going on vacation during Thanksgiving week. Marc cooked the turkey today and I made the cornbread yesterday and 


I was in there getting started but I relinquished the kitchen so Marc could quickly make the pie.

yes, that is a pecan pie and yes, I did shell those pecans