Little White Hen

 It was quite a surprise to see chicks scurrying around this little white hen.
 She is such a good mama.

 A wild turkey ten times her size came up to check out her chicks. She ruffled up her feathers and chased that no good turkey away.

 I love to see her out clucking to her hatchling's. Showing them where food is and keeping them safe from harm.

Bread & Butter Pickles

 We're having a bumper crop of cucumbers, so I decided to make bread & butter pickles.

 I found this recipe in Grandma Lida's cook book.

Bread and Butter Pickles

6 quarts sliced cucumbers

6 medium onions, sliced

1 cup salt

6cups vinegar

6 cups sugar

1 tsp. turmeric

1/2 cup mustard seed

1/4-1/3 tsp. cayenne pepper

 Combine sliced onions and cucumbers with salt and let stand 3 hours.

Drain well. Rinse and drain. Combine vinegar, sugar, turmeric, mustard seed, celery seed and cayenne pepper. Bring to a boil. Add cucumbers and onions and heat just to simmering point. Avoid actual boiling or it will soften pickles. Pack in hot, sterilized jars and seal immediately.

 Makes 9-10 pints.

Turn The Page Tuesday-Sea Glass by Anita Shreve

 I picked this book up at a thrift store last Summer, I think mostly for the cover.
 This novel took me awhile to get into but I'm glad I kept on reading.
 Each chapter is about a different person seeming to have nothing to do with the last. When these people come together it gets very interesting.
 "Sea Glass" takes place during the great depression, an era that has always fascinated me.

 "Young newlyweds starting out their life together in a derelict beach house on the New England coast soon discover how threatening the world around them can be."

 This book starts out with Honora the heroin of this novel.

 Honora sets the cardboard suitcase on the slab of granite. The door is mackereled, paint-chipped-- green or black, it is hard to tell. Above the knocker, there are panes of glass, some broken and others opaque with age. Overhead is a portico of weathered shingles and beyond that a milk-and-water sky. Honora pinches the lapels of her suit together and holds her hat against the wind. She peers at the letter "B" carved into the knocker and thinks, This is the place where it all begins.

This is fascinating to read  when adversary comes how each persons character comes through some good & others bad.

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Peace Gardens

 We visited the Peace Gardens Saturday.
 These gardens are located on the border of The United States and Canada. They where created to promote peace and are full of beautiful flowers, fountains and walk ways.

 Here is a monument as you enter the Peace Gardens.

This is what is written on the native stone.

To God in all his glory.....

We two nations dedicate this garden and pledge ourselves

that as long as men shall live

we will not take up arms against one another.

Dawn met this little frog and was hoping with a kiss

he would turn into her prince charming.

Here is a picture of the gardens with the peace towers in the distance.

Behind them is a chapel with sayings carved in stones.

Here is a clock made of flowers.

It is different colors at differing times of the year

depending on what is in bloom at that time.

If you get a chance take a trip to the Peace Gardens.

It's a Dogs Life

 This is a spot on the beach in the beautiful Pungent Sound area where Dawn and I traveled last month for my niece Brittany's wedding.

Shortly after arriving at the charming rented cottage we decided to stretch our legs. We found a trail leading down to the beach. This is a spot of beach with houses along the shore.

We sat on a log to take in the views.

Two lady's in sun hats and sandals where walking towards us surrounded by dogs. As they approached I reached out to pet a dog.

The beach gals said only one of the dogs was theirs. The rest had just tagged along for a walk down the beach.

After they passed an old Newfoundland lumbered down from a near by house and sat down right beside me. I petted his soft head for a bit. After awhile he got up and hobbled down the beach.

 Dawn & I decided to walk to the country store to get a refreshing drink.

 Laying just inside the door was a big black lab.

 The young store keep says "Rex, go to the beach. You can't stay in here all day."

 So Rex gets up and heads out the door to the beach.

 It seems as if the dogs in the small town of Indianola are community owned.

Or maybe they own the community?