Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Butterfly Garden



   On a recent trip to Indianapolis my daughter and I visited the Indianapolis Zoo. 
   We never even looked at the animals, it was all about the gardens. The Conservatory, the Butterfly Garden,  is a national known attraction.
There are special doors with attendants to keep the tropical butterflies in the tropical garden.  The season for the butterflies is from March till November.   
Then, the air in the greenhouse is filled with butterflies amongst the croton, orchids, banana trees and other tropical plants.. 
   Senior Butterfly Keeper, Velda, is in charge of feeding the butterflies and she shared information with us.

Adult butterflies consume only liquids ingested through the proboscis. Besides the nectar from
flowers they feed on a concoction made for them.  1 can beer, 1 12 oz. can Gatorade, ½ cup sugar mixed together.  This is put in shallow dishes with brightly colored stones for them to rest on while they are drinking.  At the peak of the season one can observe as many a 2500 butterflies at one time, with as many as 40 different types in the 5000 square foot conservatory.
   They also feed on over-ripe fruit. 
The Julia butterfly likes salt
   There is another butterfly garden for native insects.  Monarchs, with their orange and black wings are one of the most easily recognized and common to us.
   Butterflies go through the 4 stage insect life cycle; the egg, the caterpillar , (larvae), the chrysalis and finally the butterfly.  Butterflies, bees, hummingbirds and bats are all necessary pollinators.
   It is a symbol of new life in the Christian sector.  I recall the large butterfly my husband painted that hung from the ceiling of our church at Easter. 
   

Friday, October 27, 2017

Black walnuts,

   Have you ever wanted to have a conversation with someone you have never met?
   I wish I could invite Sheila Pim for tea.  Her slender book, “Bringing The Garden Indoors” was published in England in 1949.  She was a garden columnist and her writing illustrated her expertise.
   Her country home must not have been a “Downton Abby”.  However, this quote gives an inkling of her household; “I threw out the dead flowers, Ma’am, says a housemaid, alluding to a work of art that has taken up half one’s morning.”
Thanks to Heritage, The British Review
   One wonders how many men helped in her garden and orchard.
Thanks to Heritage-The British Review
   But Sheila was no slacker, she could make jelly from currants, gooseberries, apples or what-have you.
   Between our sips of tea I would ask her about rooting begonia slips, how she keeps geraniums over and is she sad when the dahlias are finished?
   She wouldn’t know about black walnuts.  She had English walnuts.  Last week I picked up black walnuts in the hull and spread them on the gravel where the tractors would run over them.  It has been years since our children gathered them, the tannin staining their hands and gloves. (Wear rubber gloves when picking them up still in the hulls).
Black walnuts and hickory nuts cuing
   Camden, Ohio used to have a black walnut festival where you could buy fresh kernels.  I think you can buy the kernels in the stores  later in the season.
   Hickory nuts are as close as my side yard. I picked up some of them, but shelling them is horrific.  Sheila would know how to do that.  I wonder, do they have hickory trees in England?
   But she knew how to store apples and pears.
   She wrote,”We have tomatoes in the airing cupboard, walnuts drying in the cool oven, bulbs in the cellar, apples spread out on trestles in the garage and woodshed and pears in drawers, on window sills, on bookshelves--because you have to keep an eye on pears.”
   From her I learned that apples need to be spread out for a week or two because at first picking they give off ethylene gas and should have air space around them.  Later they can be piled in boxes or shelves.  She said ripening fruit should not be kept airtight.  Also, tomatoes keep quite well by pulling up the plants and hanging them by the stalks.
   Can you imagine what her sheds and house must have been like?
   I wish I had some apples to pick and spread out.
 


































































































































































































Have you ever wished you could have a conversation with someone from a different time and place?  I wish Sheila Pim, a garden columnist000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.……………………………................










   Have you ever wanted to have a conversation with someone you have never met?
   I wish I could invite Sheila Pim for tea.  Her slender book, “Bringing The Garden Indoors” was published in England in 1949.  She was a garden columnist and her writing illustrated her expertise.
   Her country home must not have been a “Downton Abby”.  However, this quote gives an inkling of her household; “I threw out the dead flowers, Ma’am, says a housemaid, alluding to a work of art that has taken up half one’s morning.”
   One wonders how many men helped in her garden and orchard.
   But Sheila was no slacker, she could make jelly from currants, gooseberries, apples or what-have you.
   Between our sips of tea I would ask her about rooting begonia slips, how she keeps geraniums over and is she sad when the dahlias are finished?
   She wouldn’t know about black walnuts.  She had English walnuts.  Last week I picked up black walnuts in the hull and spread them on the gravel where the tractors would run over them.  It has been years since our children gathered them, the tannin staining their hands and gloves. (Wear rubber gloves when picking them up still in the hulls).
   Camden, Ohio used to have a black walnut festival where you could buy fresh kernels.  I think you can buy the kernels in the stores  later in the season.
   Hickory nuts are as close as my side yard. I picked up some of them, but shelling them is horrific.  Sheila would know how to do that.  I wonder, do they have hickory trees in England?
   But she knew how to store apples and pears.
   She wrote,”We have tomatoes in the airing cupboard, walnuts drying in the cool oven, bulbs in the cellar, apples spread out on trestles in the garage and woodshed and pears in drawers, on window sills, on bookshelves--because you have to keep an eye on pears.”
   From her I learned that apples need to be spread out for a week or two because at first picking they give off ethylene gas and should have air space around them.  Later they can be piled in boxes or shelves.  She said ripening fruit should not be kept airtight.  Also, tomatoes keep quite well by pulling up the plants and hanging them by the stalks.
   Can you imagine what her sheds and house must have been like?
   I wish I had some apples to pick and spread out.
 


































































































































































































Have you ever wished you could have a conversation with someone from a different time and place?  I wish Sheila Pim, a garden columnist000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.……………………………................




























   Have you ever wanted to have a conversation with someone you have never met?
   I wish I could invite Sheila Pim for tea.  Her slender book, “Bringing The Garden Indoors” was published in England in 1949.  She was a garden columnist and her writing illustrated her expertise.
   Her country home must not have been a “Downton Abby”.  However, this quote gives an inkling of her household; “I threw out the dead flowers, Ma’am, says a housemaid, alluding to a work of art that has taken up half one’s morning.”
   One wonders how many men helped in her garden and orchard.
   But Sheila was no slacker, she could make jelly from currants, gooseberries, apples or what-have you.
   Between our sips of tea I would ask her about rooting begonia slips, how she keeps geraniums over and is she sad when the dahlias are finished?
   She wouldn’t know about black walnuts.  She had English walnuts.  Last week I picked up black walnuts in the hull and spread them on the gravel where the tractors would run over them.  It has been years since our children gathered them, the tannin staining their hands and gloves. (Wear rubber gloves when picking them up still in the hulls).
   Camden, Ohio used to have a black walnut festival where you could buy fresh kernels.  I think you can buy the kernels in the stores  later in the season.
   Hickory nuts are as close as my side yard. I picked up some of them, but shelling them is horrific.  Sheila would know how to do that.  I wonder, do they have hickory trees in England?
   But she knew how to store apples and pears.
   She wrote,”We have tomatoes in the airing cupboard, walnuts drying in the cool oven, bulbs in the cellar, apples spread out on trestles in the garage and woodshed and pears in drawers, on window sills, on bookshelves--because you have to keep an eye on pears.”
   From her I learned that apples need to be spread out for a week or two because at first picking they give off ethylene gas and should have air space around them.  Later they can be piled in boxes or shelves.  She said ripening fruit should not be kept airtight.  Also, tomatoes keep quite well by pulling up the plants and hanging them by the stalks.
   Can you imagine what her sheds and house must have been like?
   I wish I had some apples to pick and spread out.
 


































































































































































































Have you ever wished you could have a conversation with someone from a different time and place?  I wish Sheila Pim, a garden columnist000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.……………………………................







































































Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Autumn-food and more



   If you want to make the cook happy, just ask for her recipe.  Friends recently put a smile on my face when I took a pumpkin dessert to a club meeting.
Since this is a good month for pumpkin , I’ll share some recipes.
       A few years back Longaberger baskets were all the rage and women made trips to Dresden, Ohio to see the factory.  That’s where my sister, Brenda, got this recipe called  Dresden Pumpkin Crunch. (She didn’t get it from the factory, but from the other gals on the trip). It is a cross between a pie and a cake and so easy to make.
                                     Dresden Pumpkin Crunch
1 yellow cake mix 
1 cup chopped pecans                                   
1 16 oz. can pumpkin                                  3 eggs                               
1 12 oz, can evaporated milk                     3 t. pumpkin pie spice
 1/2t. salt
1 ½  cups sugar
1 cup melted butter
Whipped topping
Preheat oven at 350 degrees.  Combine pumpkin, milk, eggs, sugar, spices and salt.  Mix well.  Pour into a 9 by 13 pan, (I used 2, 9 in square pans).  Sprinkle cake mix over batter, top with pecans, drizzle melted butter on top.
Bake for 50 minutes.  Cool and serve with whipped topping.
 
   Another good recipe for carry-out is Mother’s Lemon Loaf.

½  cup butter
1 cup sugar    Cream well and add
2 lightly beaten eggs
Grated rind of 1 lemon mix well
Sift together
1 ½  cups flour
1 tsp. Baking powder
Pinch salt
Combine this alternately with
½ cup milk to batter.  Stir well, but not too much
Bake in well greased large loaf pan. For 50 minutes
While cake is baking combine
¼ cup lemon juice (the real stuff)
½ cup sugar.  (Just mix, do not dissolve sugar. )
When cake comes out of the oven, pour lemon juice mixture over cake and let cool. This is good frozen and sliced very thin.  Wonderful!

   Here are some lines for the October birthday people. (lots of them).
   Count your garden by the flowers
   Never by the leaves that fall.
   Count your day by golden hours
   Don’t remember clouds at all.
   Count your nights by stars, not shadows
   Count your life by smiles, not tears
   And with joy on every birthday
   Count your age by friends, not years.
                                                      Anon.
There’s more!

When I take a walk back the lane I observe the field corn,  When the ears are hanging down, it is said to be mature.  As this picture shows, some are down and some are still erect.  No matter, farmers are in the fields. (Except when it’s too wet)