Watching a bewildering world from the middle of nowhere
Some catnip seeds were casually strewn along the garden fence once upon a time. Now it has gone rogue, with at least three little catnip groves in the yard. Ken brings in little flower pots of catnip for Lily and sets them on the floor for her. I asked Ken if I should mow around the catnip, and he said yes.
A goal for this year: More herbs for humans, especially cilantro. There’s always plenty of basil during the summer.
(The big brown crocks are Harsch sauerkraut crocks.)
We saw the white deer a couple of times through the winter, but never when a camera was handy. I got a glimpse of her this morning through the kitchen window while making coffee. I dashed upstairs and took this photo through an upstairs window. I didn’t have time to switch to a longer lens.
She was drinking from the little creek, then she slowly ambled downstream through the may-apple bottom. She was being followed by a smaller deer that I can’t see in any of the photos. A fawn, possibly? I don’t know.
I know I’ve blogged about vegetarian (vegan actually) hot dogs before. Every now and then you’ve got to have one. Last night’s supper on the deck, near the grill, we called “heritage night.” The heritage here, of course, is Southern white trash heritage.
The vegan hot dogs come in a can. They’re made by Loma Linda, a Seventh-day Adventist company. The chili is homemade, using vegan burger that comes in a can, also made by Loma Linda. The hot dog buns are made by a local commercial bakery. The steak fries are from Ore-Ida.
That should take care of the hot dog craving for a couple of months.