Me and Mina, with painted chimney.

The Fretting Garden

   The fretting garden is doing well this year.

 This is where the quail most enjoy taking their dust baths. Can you see two in this picture?

 We try to keep several quail in the pen so that they will call the others home at the end of 

   the day. The ones that do remain in the pen often feel quite anxious about the separation,

  so they attempt to call their brothers and sisters home day long.  -Polly  

Week In Brief Review

This past week saw the finish of one project,

The beginning of another project,

and, much attention to our ongoing project. -Polly

Weekend

A day late, but here is what our weekend looked like. A lot of this.

And a little of this. -Polly

Boston Sunday Herald 1917

This is the newspaper that came out of our wall. April Fools Day 1917. My Grandfather would have been six years old. Five Days before the United States entered World War One. And the dresses! Oh my! -Polly

Into Every Kitchen Some Rain Must Fall

Our burned roof came off last week! A good deal of rain came in before the new roof was in place, but everything is dried out again now.

On the right hand side of this picture you may be able to see the edge of a newspaper that was uncovered under the plaster. More pictures soon. -Polly

Our Mina

Much has happened since my last post here. While our roof was being removed, the cable that brings telephone and internet to us was also removed. Now it has been repaired and I can again report what has been going on. One thing that occurred was the one year anniversary of our dog Mina coming to live with us. We adopted her through the German Shorthaired Pointer rescue in our area. She was sweet and lively right from the start. She had no interest in listening to us at all. Our understanding is that she came from a home where she was loved, but not given much direction. When her elderly owner moved, Mina stayed with relatives that could not let her run. GSP dogs are meant to run. For the first two weeks that she lived with us, all that Mina did was run. We were happy enough to let her use up her anxious energy, but we had no way to call her back in when we needed to go out, or night had fallen. Mina really knew no commands at all. She has come so far since then. Our lawn has suffered for it, but she is doing ever so well. The strange sound in the video is Mr Moss's whistle. It does sound more like a whistle in real

life. -Polly