2017 37th Recap
Greetings From Far Eastern Oregon
~September 23, 2017
Harvest is taking us back to fundamental Weimar Gray Earth. Last Saturday they were harvesting the corn in the field (across the road and left of the power poles) and now we are left with the beautiful cornfield to the right–east. It is being harvested for shelled corn rather than being chopped.
It is nice to have clear skies–no smoke hanging in the air. Not that we had anything like most of Oregon, but was evident and tough for those with breathing issues.
This Week on the Blog
Here are the week’s posts if you wish you may review or visit them today!
Isn’t it fabulous? Thanks ever so much to each contributor!
Sunday— September 17 —Package
Monday — September 18 —Mesquite
Tuesday — September 19 —Gone Right
Wednesday — September 20 — Friends
Thursday — September 21 —Six-Months-Old
Friday — September 22 —Settling In
On a very personal note
Our recent schedule around the farm and the farmhouse has kept us on the run. There is much to be done with Fall dancing about. We know Mr. Winter is plotting his arrival and wanting to has his way with us again.
I have been in a battle with spiders. Oh, farm life–unless you spray a lot there are bugs. Cliff tries to keep the chemical treatments to a minimum because I seem to be sensitive to everything. This old farmhouse has two front storm windows–spiders like to get between the two panes. I am not a fan of these arthropods. They come in various colors, shapes, and sizes. While I find some of them interesting–they are not pet-worthy in my way of thinking. Some of you love them. In the spirit of removing them away from our home, I have a plan. I am hoping to get Cliff to remove the large storm window so we can clean between the two windows. I did go on spider patrol and knock down webs that had appeared seemingly overnight.
We had visitors this week. Our oldest granddaughter and her two girls came for a visit. What a joy it was to have them here. I had not planned and with us, on our diets, I wondered if I could make them lunch. It worked out fine. I had some grilled chicken and the girls enjoyed that. We had chips, cheerios, cheese, and summer sausage. Oh, and they discovered grandpa’s bananas. So, no one went hungry. Evangeline was missing and I found her tucked under the covers in my bed. She liked my special pillow set up. Best of all, the girls played and petted the puppies. It was fun for all.
I continue to struggle with the health issues. Yes, I am a lot better. Nonetheless, we are into a year of this battle, and the coughing is rare, but we discovered the weird sound (behind it) was spasms. So, now it seems all this coughing and whatnot damaged my nerves in the area of the larynx. These are painful and at times unrelenting. If I can avoid them, the day goes a lot better. I don’t have any control. They are triggered by exertion, aromas, smoke, dust, and stress makes them worse. So, while I am trying to stop doing this horrid thing, they grow in intensity. This situation makes phone calls difficult–often impossible.
Finally, the cyclamen continues to delight and remind me of hope. Miracles happen. Our bodies can heal themselves. We can bloom afresh. After the trauma, we may well flourish and send out a beacon of hope to those who need it the most. I can hope for this to be my portion. Cliff also could use the reprieve.