Thursday, June 7th, 2007

Who did it? Who has been taking my strawberries?

This is a picture of my wild strawberry plant we brought back from Leavenworth, Washington a year ago, when we were celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary. (Yes, we have been married that long)

Well, over the past couple of weeks those blossoms have turned into strawberries, and as they turned red, would stay that way maybe a couple of days, and then would disappear. This has happened too many times to be just a coincidence.

Because they are by my back gate, I thought some passerby walker spotted them and helped themselves, which is okay, but not too ethical. We wonder if its a squirrel or maybe raccoon. There is never any partial one left, no stem, no nothing. So, good readers give me your answers as to where they have gone to. Use my e-mail address www.howardonna@aol.com, and put Wild Strawberry in the subject line, so I'll know to open the email. I don't open those I do not know the address for.

Am busy on projects, rebuilt the stone pathway from our back yard to Laura's, using the same kind of paver stones as we put next to the back porch, beneath the kitchen nook. Looks pretty classie, I'd say and I think we both will like it more as time goes by. Think I need to put up a motion light so when she comes over after dark, the light will come on, would go nicely on the end of her garage, would also be handy when she comes home with her bike after dark, so she could see to put it away.

Today was about finishing the pathway and pulling weeds from our front yards. Took 10 gallons of the worthless things and put them in my yard debris can. Am sure there are more lurking just beneath the surface ready to pop back up, and I'll be ready when they appear.

Had a fun time last night over at church, a group of 4 guitarists were getting together to get a song ready for a Sunday service, and they invited my harmonica guys to join them. Two of us blow hards were there to help. Think we have one song, ready to go soon, maybe you know it or have been to the place where it is about, "The Little Brown church in the vale", located near Nashua, Iowa. We remember, for in 1976 we were headed up to see it after visiting the folks on the farm, and we had a flat tire on the tent trailer we were towing. Wish you could see that old trailer. It all folded up, and was like a circus tent when opened, not too good when it was raining for we got soaked more than once in it.

Maybe I have a picture of it somewhere I can put on here, but it won't be tonight. And, as I look at the computer clock, it tells me its time to close and go watch the 10 o'clock news. Can't miss the gloom and doom, now can I. So, I say "cherrio" (ever wonder why I use that, ask me?)