Ding-Dong

We get a lot of visitors at our door....on our 5+ acres...behind a locked gate!

Many times a day....

Originally we taught the girls to 'touch' a bell hung from the door knob 

to let us know they wanted to go out. 

Kaitlyn is the queen of ringing the bell. 

She is our 'farm dog' and prefers to be out a lot during the day. 

Vickie will occasionally ring it. 

At our previous home we had the bells on the door leading to the lanai.

Once the dogs rang the bell, we could leave the door ajar

as it led to the screened-in pool cage and an opening to the fenced-in dog yard. 

They could come in at will. 

We didn't have that option at our new home. 

Segue....

I have always been fascinated by dogs who learn to touch buttons

to explain what they want or need:

Then I began to think...I have Corgis. They are smart. 

My girls would constantly be telling me they want a treat!

Do I want them to be telling me what they want? 

When they want?

NO! 

But...

What's the best way to have the dogs let me know

when they are ready to come inside?

I didn't want them scratching at the door.

And, if I wasn't in the room near the door, would I hear it?

Could I teach them to bark when they wanted to come in?

Okay...I don't want them to learn to touch buttons...

but what if I used a door bell?

I found a 'doggy door bell' on Amazon for around $30.

Then I found a wireless 'human' door bell for around $10. 

BINGO!

It only took a few days before the girls learned to 'touch' the doorbell pad.

I mounted the bell on the sill of the doors,

one for the front door and another for the back door (with a different "ring"). 

This has worked for us....

and our girls!

Oh, and for one of the guys working on our house!

He was enthralled by what the dogs would do, and if he had his arms full,

he'd touch their bell to let me know he needed help at the door!

Sabbath Mode

 Mr. A-I-nstein tells me that Sabbath is....

 a weekly day of rest and spiritual enrichment, lasting from Friday sunset to Saturday nightfall, rooted in the biblical creation story and the Ten Commandments. It is primarily observed in Judaism, focusing on ceasing work to spend time with family, praying, and resting. While traditional, some Christian groups observe it on Saturday, whereas most observe Sunday. 

Orthodox tradition ( in Judaism) prohibits the use of electronics and cooking over Sabbath. I am not Jewish....but I kinda like the concept! Apparently, my range decided we should practice Sabbath and it went on Sabbath mode last week. I came into the kitchen and the usual display was blank. I tried pushing buttons and nothing happened. I found the manual for my range, but it didn't address the situation. As we had purchased an additional warranty I called the provided number. The gal screening my call walked me through a few procedures. I had to flip the breaker off, wait a few minutes, flip the breaker back on again. (I had already tried that). She asked about Sabbath mode. I checked and could find no buttons for Sabbath mode. The woman arranged for a repair date and ordered parts. 

Last week the technician came by, ran a few tests, took the display panel off, and went to replace it with the new one that had arrived during the week. Unfortunately, that panel's wire connector did not match the one on our range. He left, the company ordered another part, and he returned a few days ago.

The technician returned. He asked that I flip the circuit breaker. He changed the display panel, and asked that I flip the circuit back on. As I walked toward the kitchen, after having turned the power back on, I heard a distinct, 'Uh, oh'! Apparently the screen was blank. After scratching his head he looked online, tried holding several buttons in unison. I looked over and saw a button for 'settings' and touched that. What popped up immediately? "Sabbath Mode ON". Somehow, our range had been put into Sabbath Mode...or decided on its own that it didn't want to be used, and the original issue I had was not an issue at all. Who knew?! Both the technician and I were a bit chagrinned. 

But, I kinda like the idea of following a Sabbath, in a secular way. I think it's refreshing to have a time without electronics and a time to focus on faith and family. 

A Little Bit of Pretty

Here's a little tribute for all moms:

I hope you all have a Happy Mother's Day!

 

When the Right Place Becomes the Wrong Place

When we moved to Colorado in 2007 I made the decision to become a Master Gardener so that I could better understand how and what to plant at my new home, whose climate, soil and sunlight were so very different from South Carolina where I had resided for 34 years. One of the first things that was emphasized was, "Right plant, right place!" 

But, what does one do when the right place suddenly becomes the wrong place for a particular plant?

We had several trees removed last year that were overhanging the house and were a threat in the event of a hurricane. It was amazing to see the difference in light that would make in the garden. Suddenly, the shaded garden bank became a sunny garden bank. Quite a few of the plants in that area were not happy and were obviously in the wrong place.

 These are Cast Iron plants. Although formerly green and lush, they are now exhibiting browning leaf tips, partly from our cold winter and partly from being burned by the sun, (The red plants are Cordyline, recently purchased to occupy their new 'right' place - they don't mind the sun.)

I have begun moving those plants to the right place, a corner in the garden that receives less direct sunlight and is more apt to have dappled shade. 

Cast Iron plants to not like having their roots disturbed, so they may not appreciate their move. I keep telling them it's for their own good. Time will tell! 

Oh, Deer....take two

Eight years ago, today, we were leaving Texas after visiting friends at Lake Medina.  I wrote this post about one of those once-on-a-lifetime experiences. I just had to share one of the "Wow!" moments of my life!

Oh, Deer!

We had a wonderful visit with our friends at Lake Medina. We had a full day and a half to talk, and talk, and talk some more. We had a long day ahead of us on the day we were leaving as the campgrounds in West Texas along I-10 become a bit sparse and we wanted to make it to Van Horn, TX. 

We got up at day break and set about our tasks. I took Tucker and Gypsy for their morning walk and tied them out at a tree. I felt badly for anyone trying to sleep along our chosen path because we bumped into small groups of deer on our walk, and of course Loud Mouth (Tucker) has to speak his piece to try to get the deer to move on. Oh, how he wished to run them off, and oh, how tempted was I to let him go! Dealing with a barking, lunging, 70-pound Aussie is trying. 

Anyway, back at the camper, we set about our tasks: I worked on getting breakfast and the Mister began dumping tanks and unhooking cable, water, and power. He came inside to say, "Uh oh! We have a problem." (Too bad we had moved beyond Houston or he could have used that in context for a change!) I followed him outside to the back of the camper. He gestured his hand in the general direction of the back wheel, and said, "Look." I looked for a water leak. It wasn't that. I looked for a broken fitting, I didn't see any. I looked at the tire, it wasn't flat. Do you see the problem?

And then, I saw it. There was a newborn fawn curled up on the gravel between the wheel and the stabilizing jack. An itty, bitty speckled, darling, still showing marks where momma had licked it clean! Oh, my! 

I went over to our friends, who are early risers, and told them that we had a problem and bring a camera. He, being slightly hard of hearing, went and got his hammer. He's got a great sense of humor so we could all laugh at that. They were equally stunned at what we had found. 

We worked as quietly as we could to ready the camper for our departure. We figured that as long as we didn't touch the fawn, the doe would return. I did share messages with a friend who is a wildlife rescue and rehab person, and she confirmed it would be alright for us to make an exit and leave the little guy on the gravel. 

Our friends took up watch at a distance and we received a message about 5 minutes after we left that mom had returned to take her little one. We all heaved a great sigh of relief.

I am fortunate that we all got to witness this miracle. It was a truly special morning!

Side note : Newborn fawns have no scent as a protection from predators. They instinctually lie perfectly still where their mother has gently pushed them down. When I walked the dogs I passed within a few feet of the fawn. When I tied the dogs their ropes would have let them get less than 8 feet from the fawn. They didn't have a clue!

Evolution of a Quilt

I have an Accuquilt "Go!" cutter. It's a fabric die cut machine, which advertises that using their system allows the quilter to cut fabric pieces for a quilt faster and with more precision, yielding better end results.   I've used it a bit, but in my mind, not enough. Just over 2 years ago I decided to make a quilt that came in a book accompanying the machine. The quilt was called “My Road to Oklahoma”. It was designed by Eleanor Burns. Eleanor is a master quilter and was the TV host of a show called "Quilt in a Day". This is an image I found on the Internet showing this particular quilt. 

I used the appropriate dies to cut some of the fabric and began piecing pieces together. I laid out some blocks on my design wall, experimenting with the colors and shapes I had cut. As I progressed, I decided I didn't really care for the quilt layout. 

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However, some of the blocks on the diagonal lines reminded me of a pattern that is sometimes called the Chandelier Quilt. 

Picture from the Internet

 I had selected bright fabric so why not let it shine as a chandelier! 

I laid out what I had cut, using a 4-patch block instead of the larger square in the quilt design and stared at it a bit. I also had made up some of the 4-patch star blocks (sometimes called a scrappy star or a sawtooth star). The chandelier quilt didn't have that block in it...but if it is a chandelier...it could have some brighter lights! 

I placed some of the stars randomly among the 'string of lights' in the chandelier. 

All of this was happening around this time that I visited the New England Quilt Museum in Lowell, MA. While enjoying the quilts on display I struck up a conversation with two other women. One of them turned out to be Marianne Hatton who wrote a book called “Simply Dynamic Sampler Quilts”. Although the book is out of print, I was able to locate one a few weeks later and loved it. Marianne describes the process for making a sampler quilt with different types of blocks, ie showcasing a 'sample' of quilt blocks. Unlike most sampler quilts, Marianne suggested varying the size of the blocks to add interest to the quilt. 

I decided to apply that idea and created a large star within a star within a star, and added that to a 'string of lights' in the quilt. The quilt is now on my long arm, ready to be quilted. 

I find it interesting to see how this quilt changed from my first idea to the final product. It really was an evolutionary process....but was it the quilt that evolved, or the quilter, herself?!

Name That....

 Emotion! 

The Mister has been working on finishing his workshop for weeks. When we had the RV barn built, extra space was included and designated as his workshop area. Our contractor for other jobs around the house framed in the workshop, put in joists for a loft storage area, put down sheathing for a floor and built stairs to the loft. 

The Mister took over the rest of the job, and has been working at wiring the shop for outlets, putting in lights and adding additional power for overhead fans and a vacuum system. A while back he began purchasing and ordering insulation batts for the interior walls and the ceiling. The insulation for the ceiling  has been delayed. The Mister is less than happy as he wants to get moving with the sheetrock and flooring so the finish details can be completed and he can begin to enjoy the workshop. 

Today he finally got a notice that his shipment of insulation would be delivered. And, it arrived. Here it is:

Some day we may laugh about this! But, not today. He is/was fuming. He stormed into the store (I wasn't there...but I am making an assumption here) and addressed customer service. He did not receive a warm reception...until it was noticed that the "part number" for a bundle of batts, and that for a pallet of insulation bundles is in fact, the very same number. 

Oops! 

Oh, and he paid for a pallet, not a single bundle. 

Oops! 

Someone coulda, shoulda noticed! 

So, he is back to square one. He is waiting to learn when the order will be shipped and when it will arrive. 

Lots of emotions swirling around here. I am sure you can name more than a few.....