Sunday, June 07, 2009
After almost a week on Cipro, I'm cruising through the days pretty well. I'll be on it for a little more than two weeks, but it has knocked the evil infection back to where I can enjoy life again.
We began this morning with Quaker Meeting, a regular feature of the first and third Sundays of each month. The small, exquisitely simple Meeting House in Epping dates to the mid-19th century when there was a huge congregation, including a very large and active children's program and a part-time hired minister. At that time, the Society of Friends was actually the dominant religious group in the state. Flash forward to now; if there are any more than five in attendance, we joke that there's a mob. Epping is a silent Meeting. We sit in meditation for an hour and then there's fellowship with cider and home-baked cookies.
We spent the rest of the day working outside. We planted a group of baby trees--crabapples, lilac, hawthorne, smoke bush and dogwood--that are part of the big landscape plan.
We also checked out the garden plots and found that a few of the young shoots have been nibbled by some little animal or other. By coincidence, Fritz saw a red fox on the property the other morning when he came back from driving a friend to the airport. We also have a bumper crop of toads this year, cute little guys who pop out at us from rock walls and from under plants as we work around the property, but I don't think they're to blame. The chipmunks who love all the dry-set stone walls I've been building are far more likely to have been munching on our radishes.
When it comes to what Fritz and I munch on, we don't use prepared or frozen foods but cook from scratch. That includes bread, which I bake. Normally, a loaf comes out looking like this:
But last week, an innocent recipe that calls for one extra large egg, two teaspoons of yeast and two tablespoons of gluten produced--breadzilla!
a loaf that almost pushed the top of the bread machine off. It's very good, but we wound up cutting it across into top and bottom loaves--each the size of a regular loaf--so we'd have a crack at getting a slice to fit in our toaster.
From the little dining area at the back of our kitchen the windows look out on the hillside above and behind the house, and the bridge from the second floor to the of of the "cliff". We'd seen a lot more activity than usual by birds outside out these windows recently, like the little one on the rail above. She showed why there was more activity when she swooped down from the rail, under the bridge and landed next to her nest where she fed her two chicks, those two little brown "bumps" at the top of the nest. We get to watch their feeding time during ours.
I've had this little cactus for about four years, maybe five. It has always remained a stable little green pincushion. I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but the other day I looked over to see that a flower stalk had grown up and was about to open.
The lovely flower opened a couple of mornings later. Since then two other flower stalks have begun to erupt from the top of the cactus. We're lucky to be surrounded by flowers inside and out.
The landscape plan looks great, and I'm looking forward to reading more about your progress.
I remember when during the great anthrax scare there was talk of stockpiling Cipro so that all the great and good politicians would have access to it. I bet that none of them knew what that drug does to your insides.
Glad to hear that you are better, though.
Reading the rest of the post, it's driving that "we really need to go visit them" feeling. One of these days!