Oh My!

One huge Hungarian Heart made into homemade pasta sauce...life doesn't get much better than that!

R.I.P. little watermelon

To my dismay, when I ventured to the garden last Saturday to harvest corn & more tomatoes, I found the largest of the two watermelon split from end to end. I took him inside where rob & I respectfully dined on his light pink flesh. Slightly reminiscent of Homer & pinchy...but sweeter.

Rest in peace, mini melon, rest in peace.

photographer Jancen

Jancen & Jentry stopped by to visit on Saturday. Jancen tried his hand at photography.
I helped with this half headed photo of Jentry & Blue.
This is his photo of the kitchen,
and the fridge,
and the table. Interesting to see the world from his point of view. How long ago was I that small?

Happy 7th Birthday Joslyn!

My Joslyn, the cow-woman (she is not a gir-la), turned 7 on Saturday. We had dinner & lots of birthday fun at Chili's.

soon

The cantaloupe are growing faster than the watermelon. We should be harvesting this guy soon!

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who is in charge here?

There are several rules for the dogs at the Volta house - we probably have more than most. Lately, the dogs have been breaking them left and right. The rules below are not the only house rules but those broken most recently. They are not put in any particular order.

Rule 1: no dogs on the furniture. Rob & I both know that the minute we leave the house, Annie takes up her place on the couch (see photo of Annie sprawled on couch). Usually when you come home she hops off the furniture, leaving a warm spot & a drool circle evidencing her disobedience, and gives you the “I wasn’t doing anything / who me?” look. Lately, however, she has been more brazen about her rule breaking. I was able to get into the house, put my bags down, find my camera, and take this photo before she even feigned an attempt to get off the couch. I guess at nearly 10 she thinks she is in charge.

Rule 2: dogs don’t eat veggies from the garden. Annie is an evil teacher of bad habits. Poor Blue, not a chance to learn how to live at the Volta house without a kenneling every day. Last year, we planted the back garden barrels with tomatoes. Annie, bad dog Annie, ate every last one. She would walk between the barrels and pick off those tomatoes just turning red…the one you looked at in the morning & thought “that will be perfect when I get home from work tonight”. This year, I decided to outsmart the thieving Annie & planted all 16 tomato plants in the front yard – take that, Annie. In addition, I planted peppers in the back yard – Anaheim, green bell, orange bell, lavender/lilac bell (photo below), and Poblano. I figured I would teach her (an him if he followed in her foot steps) a lesson about stealing my veggies. To no avail…they are devouring my peppers. Yesterday Blue ate all 5 cute little lavender peppers. Bad Dog! A sure fire sign that the dogs have gone a picking is their heads smell wonderfully of rosemary (another barrel is planted with herbs).

Give the dog lovin. Smell the noggin.Thump the noggin. Kennel the dog. UGHHH! I can't win - I am never going to be able to make salsa completely from my garden!!

Rule 3: no barking, there is no need. Annie barks at fireworks, neighbors in their own backyards, sounds, her shadow...she barks a lot! Blue, the non-barking dog, now follows her lead & barks when she does even though he has no clue why he is barking. July & fireworks always mean TOO much barking! No wonder I have constant headaches....