Earlier today I busied myself in my garden, as it was neither raining nor too cold.  I picked up sticks and litter blown in with the strong winds we have experienced for days.

Suet cakes were placed in the holders for the birds as I am hoping to lure a few colorful birds into my domain.  My usual winter birds are woodpeckers, blue jays, cardinals, and chickadees.

It is not necessary to purchase suet cakes at the market.  Collect pine cones, pack with  peanut butter, and roll in birdseed.  Attach a string and hang for the birds.

A coal scuttle or coal hod is a metal pail used to carry and hold pieces of coal intended to stoke a fire for heating.

My family used both wood and coal to heat our home, and I still remember splitting and stacking firewood and carrying in firewood to the home several times a day.  When we used coal for heating, it had to be carried from the coal shed in a pail each day- and it definitely heated better than wood.

Yesterday, I was given a coal scuttle filled with coal that my father had hand-picked at a sale to display near my fireplace (alas, electric).

This morning I found a tiny wild strawberry!  It was near the roots of my black walnut tree!  I noticed a few black walnuts that I wanted to pick up and there it was- so tiny and another little strawberry plant with a bloom!

It was like a small miracle- an unexpected present (my birthday is next week) from my own small patch of the world.  Perhaps I will treat myself to an ice cream dessert tonight, and top it with my own strawberry.

I did pick up about 10 black walnuts.  Last year I had a bumper crop and plenty to share with friends- I wrote an article about my black walnut cracking adventures ( see my archived articles).

I have lived through many an Autumn season, and its cooler days and colorful trees are something most inhabitants of my area look forward to.  While I have observed the earliest of trees changing hue, the temperatures are still hot.  Today was 90 degrees!

How can one enjoy a bonfire in the evenings, or pull out flannel shirts if one is still sweltering after 6 o’clock (when a hot dinner is the last thing on one’s mind)?  Tonight may well be eggs and toast (with homemade strawberry jam).  Maybe an iced tea would be refreshing.

I did get a little weeding done early and resisted trimming or deadheading the roses.  I did read somewhere that they must be left from September onward, to form rose hips.  I wrote an earlier article last year on rose hip tea.

Today I made watermelon rind pickles for the first time.  My husband has fond memories of his grandmother making these sweet, slightly spicy (in a good way) tidbits.  Until today, I had never tasted such a thing- I have eaten cucumber pickles and green tomato pickles- but never watermelon rind pickles.

I love how one can use up all of the watermelon- the pink center and the rind, and the outer green part can be composted.  Don’t forget about the fun of spitting the seeds!

Just think of what a treat this taste of summertime will be this winter when whining about the cold and dreaming about the warm summer to come next year!

This morning I opened a jar of  red currant jam at breakfast – purchased on a trip to Lake Quinault in Washington State USA this past summer.  We were traveling on a loop road around the lake and out of nowhere we found a  roadside stand called Blue Jay Way (how could I resist not stopping?)

Red currant jam tastes  sweet/tart similar to cranberry or rhubarb jam.   I love buying small jars of jam and tins of specialty tea when I travel.  Savoring a holiday  long after it is over is such a treat.

I do so love hydrangeas- especially the blue flowered ones.  I have recently returned from a visit to the State of Washington, USA where I encountered the best specimens I have ever beheld!

The blossoms on these magnificent specimens were similar in size to a dinner plate and wonderfully blue.   If the soil in the garden is an acid Ph, the pink blooms will be changed to blue.  Adding a product called Miracid to  lime-rich soil can help  achieve this coloration.

I returned with a renewed determination to get my hydrangea blooming (I believe it is poorly placed on an unprotected north exposure and the wood does not survive each winter).   Hydrangeas bloom on second year wood- hence, mine doesn’t bloom, or rarely has a poor show.   I have to research if moving my plant is an option, and if so, when.

                                        Lake Quinault Lodge, Quinault WA

Where I am from, in Ohio, tomato and sweet corn season is upon us.  My family and relatives had large gardens when I was young, and some still do.  I have good memories of growing cucumbers, tomatoes, sweet corn, and runner beans.

I was surprised by volunteer tomato plants growing in my compost pile earlier this summer.  Four good looking plants, but in a little more shade than tomatoes tend to like.  I am carefully watching and watering them.  I staked them today with some good size branches that came down recently in my rear garden.

Until they flower I will not know if they are viable, so in the meantime, I will enjoy a large tomato that my father gave to me with my dinner.  Hubby will grill pork chops rubbed with his special mixture of spices that we call BUCKEYE BILL’S BBQ RIB RUB!!

Many people nowadays do not remember life before matches (including myself).  How did one transfer a flame from a fireplace to a candle? you might ask.

The answer is that most people kept a supply of twisted long paper tapers or thin long strips of wood above the fireplace in a holder of some type.   A popular place to store these papers, which were called “spills” was in a vase on the mantle.

Today, while browsing the Goodwill store, I found a pewter spill vase (or bud vase, perhaps).  I will clean it after looking up instructions on pewter care and put it on my fireplace mantle (when it is finished- work commences in the next few months)!

In Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, the ghost of Christmas Present scolded Scrooge for complaining about “the surplus population,” and compares his attitude to insects complaining that there was too much life to share with  their hungry brethren.

Overnight, it seems, that life goes from blossom to boom in my garden.  I complained when I felt that Spring would not arise from the cold- bitten tundra and now I complain that there is “too much life in the garden”!!  I am referring to the grasses that grow, weeds that vie with  the plantings, and  trees whose branches, leaves, seeds and fruits are sometimes inconvenient.

When I start to complain about the abundance of greeny life in my patch of the world, I need to remember those cold days.  My weeds and grass clippings, branches and dead heads will be gathered and returned to the Earth and more life will be in the making!!