Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Ancient sage...

My introduction to Artemisia 'Powis Castle' was by way of a plant ID class in my landscape design curriculum way back when.  I like this tough, drought tolerant perennial.


When we where propagating in the greenhouses, I started a few cuttings just for the heck of it.  They did well, and I ended up packing those tough little mother plants around with me from ranch to ranch.
When they got big enough I would plant them out in the garden to use as a cover for tulips to grow up through.  Gophers don't like Artemisia.  Which is nice when you have previously watched expensive tulips suddenly disappear into the soil with a swoosh. The color/texture contrasts between tulips and the fine silvery leafed Artemisia 'Powis Castle' adds interest  to the landscape as well.
One of the ranches we lived on had lots of deer, and elk.  Overnight they could strip the garden. But, if I planted a scattering of Artemisia they would leave the garden alone.


Insects don't like it either, so I take clippings and throw them in boxes of clothes, books, and linens going into storage.  At one time we had a rental storage unit for six months while waiting for the house to be built. I put clippings of it in all the boxes, and had no problems with mice or bugs. 
I also put a clipping in each bag of sunflower seeds that I buy to feed the birds. No bugs in the bags or the feeders.
An ancient plant, with many attributes, often over looked today. 

Saturday, January 30, 2016

It will be fine...

This week sorta got away from me, none of the chores got done til today. All the normal stuff was put on hold cause the rain let up for a day, the girls called, and we were gone to the range.


rant on: If you are going to have a big beautiful multi venue range (20 miles from much of anything) you should have first aid kits strategically placed around the facility. (I have a fairly complete FA kit in my range bag.)  I asked the gals about the ranges FA kits, as they are members. They said there might be one in the locked building, with a few band aides in it, haha. Not damn funny! rant off. 
Still have trouble with the Walther being super picky about what you feed it. I'm keeping a tally book, so I don't buy ammo it doesn't like. On the other hand, you could probably put rocks in the Sig and it would shoot. 
Gal Hint: If you don't normally paint your fingernails, and you paint them bright red before going to shoot, don't, it's damn distracting.
Next day was a 5K training day. There were things to do for Dad and it was pouring rain so that precluded my running in the AM. No worries I thought, I will go watch them sift the geldings at the Red Bluff Bull & Gelding Sale indoor arena and train in the evening. Picked up a friend and she and I slogged through a fair amount of rain, mud and horse manure to get to the bleachers.  All the usual characters were present. It was almost as much fun to listen in on the talk around us as watch the horses.



 Met a nice older ranching couple from Oregon, that were seated in front of us. She and I swapped ranch horse stories when there was a break in the action. The specific horse we had come to watch was far back in the query, so three and a half hours later we watched it work, and we are out of there. I had not moved from that cold metal bleacher in all that time.  I know better then to set in one position that long, I also know that actions have consequences, or in this case inaction. Got up, grabbed the hand rail, walked down the bleachers, turned the corner, took one step down the stairs and went flying. It must have been something to see!  I made a darn near perfect four point landing on the concrete below with palms and knees. Got up, dusted myself off, thanked the gentlemen that asked me if I was OK.  Proud that I didn't even cuss, and we left the building.  My friend kept saying are you alright, there's blood on your wranglers. Well yes, that's because most of the skin on my knees is missing. 
It will be fine, and it will be, but now I'm off a day in training. Speed walked and jogged in the mist this morning, cause the knees are a tad sore. It will be fine...

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

out run...



Oh My God... what in the name of all that is holy was I thinking!
I hope you people with your glowing words of encouragement, while snickering behind your coffee cups, have not put any discretionary funds on this endeavor.
A former runner gave me a workout program, to use as a format for getting in shape to run the 5K. Downloading the program was the easy part.

First day of training:
Couldn't find my vest of many pockets to pack my phone, my glasses, Willie's dp bags, my little Sig, three mags, my knife, water bottle, first aide kit, and a tube of lip balm. Finally uncovered it and loaded up. There will be no photos, use your imagination.
Put Willie on his lead, and headed out.
Not too bad the first 5 minutes...
Then controlled breathing goes to a loud wheezing, gasping sound.  A thoughtful neighbor asks if he needs to call the EMT's, there is no air to answer, so I just shake my head, No!  He salutes me with his coffee cup to hide his laughter.
The girls are not at all happy about the darn sports bra, they prefer free range lounging pj's.
The ankle I tore up as a kid, has decided it really doesn't care to do this, and will protest by alternating between muscle spasms and shooting pain.
Willie has lost all sense of how to behave on a lead. He does not seem to comprehend that if I fall on him, he is done for.
Our neighborhood is in the hills, hills go up & down... a lot. Thank goodness for kegels. Kegels are our friends when we are far from home.
As we are headed back, I smell someone BBQing brauts, wait, it's early in the morning... hmmm.
According to the Jackwagon running program there is a day off between workouts so your body can rest. Rest!?!  How about heal the heck up.

  

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

All choked up...

Marymine went on a personal mission seven months ago to improve her health and get in shape.  She has worked hard to make it happen.  Three days a week she works out with a no mercy personal trainer, and the rest of the time on her own.  Not an easy thing for a very busy mother of four, who always puts everyone else first, but she has prevailed.

She called the other day to tell me she had signed us up for a 5K (whatever the heck that is) in March.  

"Who is us?"  I asked.  
"You and me, mom!" she said.  
I choked on my coffee...  
She said, "Mom, you get to wear a sparkly green shirt."  
I choked on my doughnut...  
"You get to wear a tutu, Mom!"  
I choked on a chocolate kiss... 





  "It'll be fun, Mom," she said.  
I choked on my last bonbon... 
 "You don't have to run it Mom, You can walk it." 
I choked on my indignation... 
"I'm all in, and screw the walking, I'm running. I'm 69, not dead!" I  laughingly said. 

So, in order to salvage a bit of my foolish pride, I have gone into training, with Willie as my personal running partner. We head out early mornings in a manner befitting berserkers. Willie wearing his mangy hide, and I wearing my Sacred Heart rummage sale running shoes, holy yoga leggings, a Cabela's tee under a Coeur d'Alene rugged issue sweatshirt, and a BEEF is Best ball cap.
 
I'm already dreaming of burning the tutu while drinking a Guinness at the end of the 5K.   

Thursday, January 14, 2016

TBT way back when...

Sorting through boxes of pictures, putting dates and places on the backs of the ones not marked. Dad and I have done this for his pictures, I'm still working on mine. 


I found one that had been posted on a bulletin board for some family event, possibly my late mother and father-in-laws 60th anniversary party.  When the person that took down the pictures put my pictures in a baggie for me, they didn't take the tape off the back of the photos, unbeknownst to me. While sorting I pulled them apart, and thought I had ruined one of my favorite photos of the Cowman and Marymine. 

Scouted around and found a place that restores photos.  They said they could fix it!  I picked it up the other day. 

  


A bit of the story behind the picture...
The young Cowman wanted to go back to college and finish his degree. We saved up, loaded up Marymine, and headed down to Cal Poly SLO. While I worked full time, the Cowman worked between classes. We bought a beat to heck ol White delivery truck, and hauled hay at night, with Marymine sleeping beside me. 
We loved the beaches and the ocean, so every chance we got we went. I think this picture was taken at Pismo Beach, or less likely Avila.
Yes, this was considered casual beach wear to the Cowman. He really didn't like shirts and Wranglers that were not pressed. Marymine didn't care what he wore as long as he was close.

Ah, being young and a lot in love, it was all way more fun than it should have been, way back when...