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I am infusing vanilla beans in the lotion-making water. I hope this lotion turns out half as divine as I think it will. (Which will, truthfully, mean it's a flop.) I really shouldn't have messed with the oil amounts. I'll make a small batch and see.

I love my birds. If you've been reading for any length of time, you know I love them. I love ( Read more... )

I need about 15 more thistle feeders. They are going at one another worse than folks on Judge Judy go at one another. (Yes, I confess to occasionally watching Judge Judy ( Read more... )

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Look at all the birds at just two of my feeders. And there are many, many more darting and dashing. It's a madhouse out there.


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The birds have been going insane over the feeders. They've been more anxiety-ridden than I. And they've been pushing or scaring one another off. They do this skittish little dance from bare branch to bare branch before zooming in for a quick nip at a feeder (and if that quick nip requires an ousting of a fellow bird, so be it) and zooming back ( Read more... )

The birds are plowing through their bird seed. Plowing, I tell ya. I have to fill the feeder every day. Between feeding myself, Mr. Neighbor and the birds (and, oh, okay, buying things like a swivel vise), is it any wonder I am broke by the 15th ( Read more... )

I've not had my feeders up in a good long while. I have a hundred excuses. But Wednesday, I finally put them up. No small task. I had to scour the feeders, saw (with a my humble slow-going Dremel) the rebar to pitch in the ground to steady one of the feeder posts, listen to Mr. Neighbor bitch 'n' moan about how the feeder posts were seriously ( Read more... )

There are so many birds in my wooded back yard right now. I have no doubt they would love it if I would put some feed in their feeders. Trouble is, of course, if I do that, I feed and populate and refeed and repopulate and refeed again and repopulate again the squirrels, who have no qualms about not sharing with the birds. I really wish there ( Read more... )

At home:

• Flowers in my wild flower bed (not many, but a few).
  
• Finches at my bird feeder.
  
• Inflated tires on my bike.
  
• A good many ain't-goin'-nowhere ribbons.
  
• Lots of milk.
  
• A waffle iron that doesn't want to let go of its waffles.

At the garden:

• Itsy bitsy hot peppers on my hot pepper plants.
  
• Itsy bitsy pickling cukes on my pickling cuke plants.
  
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