MY DAZE

The beautiful flowers decorating my living room were picked fresh.

As are the blueberries that we ate by the handfuls and later distributed into loaves of Blueberry Zucchini Bread. Mmmmmm Delicious!

Here are the marionberries also. These went towards jam and pie. Thank you dear berries, you served us well!

After feeding the first batch of peaches we picked to some neighboring horses, my children ate so many fresh peaches I refused to accompany them to the bathroom for a few days. With the remaining peaches I made some excellent jam!

It has been very refreshing and very weird to adjust to my new country life. As you might have read my previous post about my relationship w/ Axl Rose, you probably did not imagine me picking fruit to make fresh jam. When I was 15, surrounded in dreams of sex, drugs, and rock & roll...I did not envision this life either.
To prove to you that this was not the road I started out on, I will divulge that this is my first jam-making encounter in my entire life. (I can feel all of the attachment parents of the world spitting and choking as they try to stifle their laughter at my lack of home-making skills)
Helping me on the road to pies, gardens, flowers, and jam is my dear friend Tami. Below is a recent picture of the two of us togther. (I'm the one in the diamonds.)

So, this post is dedicated to my wonderful friend who has taught me the way of dead-heads.
No, not those deadheads!!

These dead-heads!! I have spent the last couple of seasons with the money saving knowledge of filling my yard with multitudes of color by saving seeds out of my own flowers (and stealing the dead-heads from random neighbors and different stores that have their half dead plants on clearance)

I would let you in on more secrets of the country life, but I have a have a long & late night ahead of me. That's right baby, going to change the sprinklers.