Thursday, September 25, 2014

Black Eyed Susans

Black Eyed Susans

Fall is that time of year when my summer garden starts to fade and gets a bit overgrown, except for the black eyed susans with the formal name Rudbeckia. I think they should be called black eyed Beckys.

I pulled out the annuals that looked tired and overspent to make room for more perennial growth and spreading. That'll give the "susans" a chance to scatter their beauty to other parts of the garden. These flowers are not only beautiful but functional as well. As they go to seed, they'll be a tasty treat for the birds.

When I arrived home the other evening I was fascinated with the garden lights weaving their magic among the bright yellow flowers. I grabbed my handy I-phone and captured the moment. Happy gardening and hugs to all.

Check out alphabet Thursday at Jenny's.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Over the Hill

I was wondering how old I have to be, to be considered over the hill. So, I looked it up. According to the urban dictionary, age 40 is the magic age for being over the hill. Past my prime. Physically lost to middle age spread. HA! I totally disagree with that.

According to age requirements, I'm so far over the hill I'm starting to climb up another one. Furthermore I feel like this is the best time of my life.

My grandchildren are a blast to be around. I have no one to answer to but myself. Work is fun because I'm my own boss. Most importantly, I'm healthy. The healthy part is just dumb luck because I come from a good gene pool, and I always make sure to keep the pool clean.

There are a couple of family members who keep telling me I shouldn't be riding horses anymore because it's dangerous. They might as well tell me to go chew on a wad of tin foil. It ain't gonna happen.

Age is relative. You are only as old as you feel. Being healthy is a definite bonus and I'm always grateful for my good fortune. I find that drinking lots of water, eating a nutritious diet, and getting plenty of exercise is a great way to enjoy life to it's fullest. It also helps to reach for the Bible first thing in the morning.

Think I'll jog over to Jenny's to say hello.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Nature At It's Best

While driving up the winding driveway to the barn around 8:30 a.m., I was greeted by two beautiful swallowtail butterflies feeding on thistle weed. I thought, 'What a great photo opportunity!' So I reached into my purse, pulled out my I-phone, stopped the truck (I think I stopped the truck), then jogged over to the thistle weed site where the butterflies were oblivious to the fact I was even there.

I raised the camera, hit the camera button, and like magic, this is what I was able to capture. By the way, I'm having a blast with my new I-phone, compliments of my lovely daughter!

Let's see what others have created for the letter N on alphabet Thursday.

Swallowtail buttery feeding on thistle weed blossoms.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

More is Best

Most of the time my philosophy is, "Less is Best"; especially when applying makeup and cheap perfume (or any kind of perfume for that matter). However, there is one time when more is best and that's when I plant my garden in late spring.

This year I won the garden contest. It feels pretty darn good to come in first out of 200 entries. To tell you the truth, I'm the only one with horse pucky in my garden, which is probably why the plants are all mutant-like. The coleus look like trees, and the black-eyed susans are taking over the neighborhood. As you can see I love color.

I decided to go all out and plant as many different types of flora and variegated vegetation as would fit into a 7' wide x 5' long x 6' deep garden patch. There are probably seven different kinds of perennials and as many annuals.  It looks like a multicolored jungle. It was a lot of fun as well as hard work, with a $100 gift certificate as the prize, but the best reward is the gift of the plants themselves.

It gives me great pleasure to sit on my front porch and enjoy their beauty as I think about my sweet little Buzi, who was always right beside me in the garden, during the spring and early summer planting.

Flowers for Jenny and all those who read this blog post. Hugs, Pam

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Wax Lips

Remember those wax lips when you were a kid?

I remember walking to the corner store where I could buy penny candy such as wax lips, licorice whips and sugar dots.

There was always a jar of home made, ice cold, dill pickle spears on the counter when I made my penny purchases. My purchases generally included red wax cherry-flavored lips, black licorice whips, and those pastel colored sugar dots glued to a strip of white paper.

The pickle spears were at least six inches long and loaded with garlic and lots of dill weed. The thought of those pickles still make my mouth water. I paid for my penny candy, then paid an extra nickle for a pickle. The store owner put the candy in a paper bag, and wrapped the pickle in a piece of wax paper for me to eat on the way home, which I did...along with the bag of penny candy. After eating the dill pickle, and the candy, I firmly planted the wax lips between my upper and lower teeth. I was a sight when I got home; black licorice on either side of my face with two bright red lips right in the middle.

Those were the days when I spent most of the evening with a very bad stomach ache. Most of the time it was worth it, but after while I decided that dill pickles, penny candy, and cherry flavored wax lips do not go well together. But what does an eight year old know? !

Let's check out more L posts at Jenny's.


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Kinked Hose and Murphy's Law

Have you ever noticed the longer distance you have to extend a hose the more it kinks, and always when you're stretched for time?

It's at least 100 feet from the barn to the horse's water trough. Most of the time I turn on the water and take the hose out to the water trough only to discover the water is dripping instead of flowing from the end of the hose into the trough. Of course Murphy's Law prevails. The kink in the hose is back inside the barn where it's hooked up to the water pump. "Oh, horse pucky", I say to myself. So back I go to straighten out the hose, then back to the water trough. Still no flow.

By now, my language can peel paint off the barn door. I finally find the second kink which is hidden in a patch of weeds where I dragged the hose, then straighten out the kink. Back to the water trough where the water is finally flowing in a steady stream.

I don't own the barn, just help with chores because my two horses live there. It's probably an accurate assessment that the owners heard my salty language through one of their open windows because the next day the weeds were gone, but they still haven't purchased one of those non-kink hoses. I may be making a non-kink, rubber hose investment this weekend. Happy trails.

Time to trot over to Jenny's for more fun blog posts.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Grammy's Jammies

My grand daughter, Ivey, knows I like frogs. She also knows I like flannel pajamas during the winter months. Being the creative spirit she is, she happened to come upon a pair of flannel jammies with key lime green frogs on a black background and small white polka dots. She gave them to me for Christmas and I love those pajamas for many reasons.

Of course a selfie was in order.

Nester Ramos and Todd Clausen, both writers for the "Democrat & Chronicle", our local newspaper, were tweeting about selfies one day, so I decided to send Twitter a picture of yours truly in my frog jammies. The selfie tweet was favorited by the staff at the D&C as well as other influential and not so influential people in the city of Rochester.

I have no idea whatever possessed me to send this picture out to the world, but I have to was fun! There was even a tweet back from 10 Downing Street. And that's no horse pucky.

Here's my selfie tweet, folks.  Please don't tell my family. Now, let's all go to Jenny's for a pj party.
Grammy's Jammies

Tuesday, July 22, 2014


Last week, on my way back to Rochester, from Buffalo, I got pulled over by a New York State Trooper. He asked me for my registration and driver's license, which I produced with trepidation.

"Do you know how fast you were goin' M'am?" "No sir," I said. Sniff, sniff, as I grabbed for a box of tissue. "Well, do ya see that sign over there?" "Which one, officer?" "The one that says, I-90. Just to let you know that's the route number not the speed limit. What da ya have to say for yourself?"

"Well, officer, crying, you see, my-cat-Buzi just-died-and-I'm-still-upset-and-want-to-go-home-and-wasn't-paying-attention-and-I'm-really-sorry." More crying, blowing nose and grabbing for more tissue.

"Don't cry Ma'm. I'm sorry about your cat. I'm not going to write you a ticket, but I am going to give you a stern warning, THE SPEED LIMIT IS 65 MPH ON THE THRUWAY...NOT 90! Now, drive safe on the way back to Rochester and have a nice day." "Whew!"

And I did...drove safe and had a nice day.

Think I'll over to Jenny's for more interesting blog posts.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Forever Sunbeams


It never gets easier. I feel like someone pulled my heart out of my chest, then stomped on it. I had to say, "Goodbye, dear friend," as I cradled her soft chin in my hand and told her, "I love you, Buzi."

My beloved feline pal Buzi was humanely euthanized on June 10, 2014. I only had her for two years and four months, knowing when I brought her into my home she had a huge tumor in her abdomen, as well as other health issues. I wanted her life, whatever time she had left, to be peaceful, comfortable, and most of all filled with love. She was not cared for by her previous owners, and then left abandoned, where she was found six months later living under a porch. I'm amazed she survived that ordeal, and so is the veterinarian. We're not sure how old she is, but she came to live with me on February 1, 2012. I named her Buzi because it means "kiss" in Polish.

Buzi and I had quiet time every morning on the front porch, in all four seasons. I had a cup of coffee in one hand and petted Buzi with the other hand as she sat and purred beside me. When I came home from the barn, she always greeted me at the door with her happy-to-see-you "Meow" greeting. During the remainder of the day she curled up on the divan in my office, unless there was a sunbeam on the floor. At night she slept on the king size bed always purring beside me.

I miss her paw prints on my bedspread, her loyal and loving companionship, her very sweet disposition, and all things that made her so special. Making that final decision was awful. I wanted one more day, just one more day. But the tumor took it's toll. Buzi couldn't eat or drink anymore. It was time. She was so weak. Her last moments were lounging in a sunbeam near the flower garden, before her final trip to the veterinarian.

At least I am comforted to know she was totally loved in her final years, and that we will be together again on the other side of the rainbow. Right now I'm sure she's napping in her favorite, forever sunbeam.

Think I'll go to Jenny's for a hug.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Zebra Stripes


Since I am passionate about all things equine, I thought the zebra would be an interesting genus Equus to blog about. Plus, I was intrigued to find out that no two zebras have the same stripe pattern, making their individual striping like fingerprints.

I didn't know this either; zebras recognize one another by their individual stripes. I'm not quite sure how that works, but then, I'm not a zebra.

Zebras distinct stripes act as a bug deterrent and as well as camouflage. Bugs are attracted to a solid mass of color rather than stripes. (I'll have to start wearing striped shirts so the mosquitoes won't get me.)

A zebra's outline is skewed because of their stripes, so an approaching predator isn't sure whether the zebra is coming or going. (This would work great in an office environment. Leaving my job early would be a piece of cake with no questions asked.)

Think I'll go out and buy some striped clothing, then zip over to Jenny's for more alphabet fun.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

What's Going On?!

I have been unable to upload images to my blog posts since February of this year. What's going on?! I've "googled" Google for help with no hint on how to solve the pictures-on-my-blog problem.

According to my account information, I have plenty of memory for pictures (images). So, why is this not working? Anyone have any suggestions as to the problem? Meanwhile, I'll keep trying to figure this out.

Thanks for any help you can be. Maybe Jenny's crew knows what to do.

The Horse Pucky Queen.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Pulitzer Prize Winning Author

No, it's not me. I just write Horse Pucky blog posts, which certainly aren't Pulitzer Prize worthy.

I don't usually do this, but I am going to plug a book for a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist and war correspondent, who just wrote a thought provoking book called Permanent Deadline.

Mark Fritz likes to rock the boat as he makes you think rather than accept the status quo. He's a true renegade and has covered every significant global event since the fall of the Berlin wall, upends accepted notions of piety and patriotism, and exposes a media's clownishly inept coverage of a world unraveling.*

This book is both fun and an important read.

*Amazon blurb.