Friday, August 21, 2026

the friday feed: peaches

One of the more frustrating things at the farm is the way people test the ripeness of peaches. Just look at this peach. Someone had a heyday digging his/her fingers into it to see if it was ripe. Now it is a damaged peach, and no one is going to want to buy it at full price. It will be moved over to the half-off corner and most likely end up in the hands of someone making a peach pie or cobbler.

This is one area where I wish American produce markets would follow the European example. In Europe, you generally don't touch the produce. Instead, you tell the vendor what you want, and he or she selects it for you.

A few years ago, while in Salzburg, we visited the Salzburg Cathedral. In the plaza outside, several produce vendors had set up their stands. Todd reached out to examine a head of cauliflower and immediately received a scolding from the vendor. He didn't realize it but he had broken the rule: look, but don't touch.

This does make sense. When you are selling fresh produce, every squeeze, poke, or poke-and-sniff test can damage something that another customer might have purchased.

I would love it if Treadway Gardens took a lesson from the European approach. Let the people who know the produce choose it for the customers. The peaches would arrive in their bags without fingerprints, bruises, and dents, and the half-off corner just might not have as much damaged produce. But doing this would be be against all norms of American shopping. 

Thursday, August 20, 2026

good morning!


I've never been someone who puts stickers on my car, but I sure do enjoy looking at the stickers other people put on theirs. They give me plenty of fodder for blog posts! ๐Ÿ˜Š

The only time I put stickers on my car was when my kids went off to college. During those years, there were just two: two kids went to Miami University (of Ohio), and two went to Ohio University.

Sunday night after dinner, Todd's sweet tooth kicked in, and he wanted to go out for ice cream. We headed to the good ole Dairy Queen that's been in the same spot for years and years and years. My parents took my siblings and me there, Todd and I took our kids there, and with Andrew and Owen coming to visit this weekend, we'll take Owen there for his first Dairy Queen.

Sunday was also the day before the first full week of school, so there was a long, long line of parents and their offspring waiting to order and get their DQ treats. We didn't want to wait, so we headed off to another ice cream parlor.

And that's when I noticed the car parked in front of us. It had this sticker:

"I HOPE SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS TO YOU TODAY."

What a nice message to stumble upon, a sweet way to end a Sunday evening. 

And "I hope something good happens to you today."

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

Last week was a quiet one. We had been on vacation with our kids and grandkids, had an absolute blast, and when we got home, we were tired! We took things slow and steady, doing a little bit at a time as we eased back into the swing of things.

Between raindrops, we took quite a few walks. With all the moisture, mushrooms - BIG mushrooms - had popped up in quite a few yards. They seemed to appear overnight!


The Danvers carrots I planted as a nod to my mom’s little hometown in Illinois are growing, and their leaves are such a beautiful, fresh green. Curiosity got the best of me with this one. I knew the carrots weren’t big enough to pick, but I just had to pull one. My first carrot! I’m so excited!

Out at the farm, puddles are all around the parking lot. As I was walking back from the gate, I noticed the reflection of the flowers and the farm stand’s roof in one of them. So pretty. Puddles can be such a fun medium for photography, turning an ordinary bit of water into a reflection of the world around it.


Monday, Todd and I met my brother and sister at a family-run Mexican restaurant that has been in business for 22 years. Sadly, the restaurant is closing its doors at the end of the month. COVID was tough on them, and what makes it even more frustrating is that the government wouldn’t provide them with PPP (Paycheck Protection Program) funding to help them stay open because the entire family was employed there. That just isn’t right. So many people scammed the government to get PPP money, while these honest, hardworking people couldn’t get any type of financial assistance. Also, the shopping center where the restaurant is located has a new owner and the rent has been raised. A double whammy right there.

After dinner, we stopped by Lincoln Park Commons to stroll around on a lovely evening. Once the leaves start dropping, the fountains will be turned off, and preparations for the Christmas season will begin. It’s hard to believe we’re already heading in that direction!

And finally, with all the rain and clouds, there haven’t been many sunsets lately. I caught this one, though, and it was just beautiful!




Tuesday, August 18, 2026

weed-zilla!


Todd was out doing some early morning weeding on this sunny, low humidity, 64° day and look what he found tucked behind the burning bush hedge...Weed-Zilla! 

The leaves looked like it could be a thistle but the roots did not. The PlantNet app identified it as American Burnweed and actually it's a good weed. It's a favorite for pollinators with its flowers providing nectar for many insects. With its wide, sturdy burnweed offers a safe haven for insects to lay their eggs. This weedy species is not recommended for home gardens. It is considered a weed in lawns but is considered a beneficial part of the ecosystem elsewhere.

Monday, August 17, 2026

monday's mulling: david vs. goliath

Ohio’s first Buc-ee’s opened April 6th in Huber Heights, Ohio.


The travel center is gargantuan…about 74,000 square feet, has more than 100 fueling positions, is open 24 hours a day, and has all the Buc-ee’s staples — brisket, jerky, Beaver Nuggets, and those famously clean bathrooms. The opening? It was absolutely massive. City officials said it brought in more than a million dollars in sales on opening day, with traffic backing up for miles and miles and miles and area hotels sold out.


But here’s where things get REALLY interesting.


Buc-ee's is suing a long ago established neighborhood establishment, Beaver’s Mini Mart, a convenience store in Beavercreek (12 miles away from its Huber Heights location) for having a cartoon beaver as its logo.  Needless to say, it's not gone over well.


Why is Bucc-ee’s doing this?


The beaver.


Buc-ee’s states Beaver’s Mini Mart’s cartoon beaver logo, including its eyes, smile and red coloring, could create confusion with the Buc-ee’s brand.



What do you think? Is this enough for trademark infringement?

Beaver’s Mini Mart has been around for decades, and its owner says the business was here before Buc-ee’s ever came to Ohio.

Buc-ee’s brings a beaver mascot to the Dayton area and then finds out there’s a Beavercreek whose mascot is a beaver ever since it was incorporated and wants to sue about the logo. Apparently, there’s room for 100 gas pumps but only one famous beaver? My money's on the little guy.


Sunday, August 16, 2026

attitude of gratitude

Vacation was wonderful. It gave me a much-needed break from the stress of thinking about my car and having to buy a new one. But then we came home, and processing everything that happened put me right back into a tizzy.

Whatever the bigger plan was for my car to get rear-ended, it doesn’t make much sense. But it happened, and now it’s time to deal with it. I have to remind myself that it’s all about perspective. The pity party needs to end, and I need to turn this negative reaction into something positive or, at least, constructive.


 

Saturday, August 15, 2026

neil armstrong's boyhood home is for sale

A piece of American history is for sale.


The childhood home of Neil Armstrong, the astronaut who commanded NASA’s Apollo 11 mission on his way to becoming the first man to walk on the moon, is for sale in Wapakoneta, Ohio. (Wapakoneta is about 60 miles north of Dayton on I-75).


Photo by WOW Video Tours, Lima, Ohio/Provided by Beverly Rex-Cook


Armstrong built planes out of balsa wood and glue in the dining room and constructed a basement wind tunnel to test his models. 
At the top of a creaky stairway is his bedroom where he launched model airplanes out of the window to measure how far they’d fly. Armstrong’s old bedroom is now decorated with photos and paintings of the moon landing. Hanging from the ceiling is a model of the Wright brothers’ first production airplane, the aviation pioneers who were from Dayton and an inspiration for Armstrong. 

Armstrong pedaled his bike from home to take flying lessons at an airstrip. At age 16, he made his first solo flight, got his pilot’s license, and 20 years later he rocketed into space for the first time.


An official historical marker was placed in the front yard in 2018, designating it as the boyhood home of the first person to walk on the moon.


A history teacher owned this house for 40 years and preserved the character and timeliness of the past, keeping it much like when the Armstrong family lived there. I  hope somehow the Armstrong Air and Space Museum will be able to purchase this property to keep its historical charm.

Friday, August 14, 2026

the friday feed: zucchini!

It's that time of year.

Zucchini...it's full-force producing! 

Last weekend, August 8, was Sneak Some Zucchini onto Your Neighbor’s Porch Day, a playful, unofficial holiday inspired by gardeners with an overabundance of summer squash. The idea is simple: covertly leave some of your extra zucchini on a neighbor’s doorstep and let them figure out what to do with it.

My neighbor has shared quite a bit of zucchini from her garden, and so far, I have managed to use every one she has gifted. We were traveling home from Ocean City on August 8, and she was kind enough not to leave any zucchini on our doorstep. But there was a plot twist waiting in my own garden. A small zucchini on my plant had grown into a huge squash during the week we were away.

Zucchini-zilla.

I put that enormous squash to good use, making three different dishes and freezing some for future meals. It was a delicious reminder of just how versatile zucchini can be.



Zucchini fritters: First, I salted the shredded zucchini and squeezed out as much moisture as possible. To help keep the fritters crispy and add a little extra flavor, I mixed in Parmesan cheese. They turned out really tasty.


Stir-fried vegetables: Next, I used some of the zucchini in a stir-fried vegetable medley seasoned with sun-dried tomato oil and a little salt. Stir-fries are quick, easy, and so flexible. Use whatever vegetables you have on hand, toss them into a pan, add a favorite sauce or flavored oil, and voilร !

Zucchini soup: The final dish was zucchini soup, and thanks to spinach and cilantro, it was very green. This was a hot soup, which I was actually glad about. Because of the cyclosporiasis outbreak, I wanted to make sure the spinach and cilantro were cooked to at least 160°F, so I used my candy thermometer to check the broth temperature. The soup was delicious, especially topped with shredded Parmesan and roasted cherry tomatoes.

From crispy fritters to a quick stir-fry to a bowl of very green soup, zucchini can take on an impressive number of roles in the kitchen. It can be shredded, sautรฉed, simmered, frozen, or added to countless other dishes. So if zucchini arrives anonymously on your porch or grows into a garden giant while you’re away, there are plenty of ways to put it to good use. Zucchini-zilla was enormous and its culinary possibilities were even bigger!


Thursday, August 13, 2026

signs of autumn

It’s mid-August, and the first signs of fall are beginning to creep into the landscape. This tree is a perfect example, half red and half green. Both colors are vibrant, but soon the green will give way to brilliant shades of red, and the tree will be transformed to its autumn glory.



My coneflowers are also showing signs of the season changing. Their petals are fading and falling, leaving behind seeds that the goldfinches have discovered. I’ve tried many times to capture a photo of the little finches perched on top of the flowers, but they do have a sixth sense about my camera. Just as I get close enough for what I hope would be a perfect shot, they fly away.

There’s something beautiful about these small changes. Summer isn’t quite finished, but fall is quietly announcing its arrival with its subtle color changes.

Wednesday, August 12, 2026

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

The last beach day in Ocean City. Both Owen and Hallie loved playing in the ocean. The bigger the wave, the bigger the smiles.

One last photo of the Cleveland crew before they headed to Somerset, PA to spend the night. With the weekend beach traffic, their drive took two hours longer than planned. 


It took us a while to reach the Bay Bridge, too. As we approached Annapolis, Todd said, "Let's stop somewhere for lunch." Yes! We ended up at McGarvey's in the Colonial Historic District and I couldn't leave Maryland without having one of McGarvey's jumbo-lump Chesapeake crab cakes. It was all crab meat and seasoning. So fresh and tasty. The real deal. Midwestern crab cakes have too much filling.

As we drove into the Historic District, we drove past the Naval Academy and saw a lot of young men and women in white uniforms with their parents. We found out that it was Plebe Parents' Weekend. The Naval Academy Plebes had been in their six-week indoctrination period and were now allowed off campus before the academic year begins.

We took a stroll around the neighborhood. The historic homes have been beautifully maintained. This is a place we would like to visit again. The East Coast is so full of history. It's where our country began.

Back home for a pumpkin update. Four nice-sized pumpkins are in my yard. These vines are on their way out, the pumpkins are ready to be picked, and a few new vines are showing up. Unexpected fun!


With my empty, clean refrigerator my first trip for filling it was out to the farm. In the week that we were away, the sunflower field burst into bloom. The first planting is on its way out and the second planting is filled with tall blooms reaching to the sky. 


Monarch butterflies are beginning their migration. The sunflower and zinnia gardens are the perfect place for them to find some nourishment and take a rest.


Severe storms are moving through Ohio and the Miami Valley this week. Yesterday Dayton received 2.07 inches of rain. According to the National Weather Service, this rainfall set a new daily record for the date, breaking the previous record of 1.86 inches set back in 1915. We're going to have a lot of rain all week long.






Tuesday, August 11, 2026

walk it out


Now that vacation is over, it's back to real life.

The car shopping has started, and I am overwhelmed. I am not a car person, and some of this car-speak is a foreign language to me. Todd keeps asking, “What do you think about this car?” or “What about this one?”

I DON’T KNOW!

Then, Monday morning, we had a new front door installed.

It was the wrong color.

Todd went round and round with the higher-ups, explaining that it was not the color the salesperson had represented to us. In the end, it worked out. We’re getting a new door in the correct color at no charge.

But in the meantime, the question, “Are you sure you don’t like this door?” kept coming up.

I DON’T LIKE IT!

After dinner, I was a ball of stress. Todd was cutting the grass, and I needed to get away from the house.

Time for a walk.

A couple of houses down from mine, I could already feel myself relaxing. The rhythm of one foot in front of the other. A four-count breath in time with my steps. I was physically walking away from the stress.

And then I began to notice.

The buzz of the cicadas.

The sounds of children playing on their next-to-last day before the new school year begins.

Cars accelerating as they made their way up the hill on David Road.

The cloud formations.

The occasional breeze.

Summer flowers beginning to lose their vibrancy from the heat and with the approach of autumn.

Car shopping and the color of the door disappeared from my mind.

And when I got home, those big thoughts that had taken over my brain didn’t come rushing back.

That one hour walk around the neighborhood was all the therapy I needed.




Monday, August 10, 2026

monday's mulling: does this happen to you?

Last week we vacationed with our son, daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren and stayed in an Airbnb. Andrew, Jen, and the kids traveled from Cleveland, we traveled from Dayton, and met in Ocean City, Maryland.

Traveling with little ones fills a car quickly. For our stay in the Airbnb, we had to supply the sheets and bath towels and I told the kids not to worry about those items. We packed those along with a variety of supplies from home: laundry detergent, dish soap, dishwasher detergent, plastic storage bags, aluminum foil, paper towels, dinner napkins, and a big cooler for beach days. Bringing those things meant fewer items to buy once we arrived and went grocery shopping. Our car was full, but not packed to the gills like Andrew and Jen’s!

We arrived home Saturday afternoon around 3:00 p.m. Todd promptly began unloading the car and I promptly began unpacking. Apparently, the post-road-trip adrenaline was running strong because I launched right into six loads of laundry: sheets, towels, and dirty clothes. 

While doing laundry, I started a grocery list. The week before vacation I made sure to use up the perishables. All those open shelves and drawers showed every speck of food residue that had spilled. It was the perfect time to clean the fridge.

Back to the laundry. All those clean, folded sheets and towels led to a little assessment of the linen closet. And this “assessment,” led to emptying the entire thing. 

By Sunday morning, the reorganization was underway. I found quite a collection of old towels, which moved to a basket in the laundry room to become our new cleaning-rag supply. I also found things to donate and rearranged the remaining “stuff.”

And now... there’s space in the linen closet!

Vacation is over. The laundry is done. The linen closet has been conquered. The refrigerator sparkles. And now, I’m finally sitting down to finish the grocery list.

Sunday, August 9, 2026

the importance of proofreading

A missing letter can turn a perfectly good sentence into a very memorable advertisement.

Proofread. Then proofread again. Because sometimes the smallest typo is the thing everyone notices.



 

Friday, August 7, 2026

the friday feed: orange crush (the adult version ๐Ÿงก)

As a child, I loved Orange Crush, the carbonated soft drink with its sweet, tangy, bold citrus flavor.

This past week while vacationing in Maryland, we went out to dinner a couple of evenings. On both nights, I noticed an Orange Crush on the adult drink menu. After a day of pool and beach time with the grandkids, an adult version of that familiar orange flavor sounded refreshing.

This Orange Crush is definitely more adult than the one I remembered as a child. It’s a popular Maryland beach cocktail made with orange vodka, triple sec, freshly squeezed orange juice, and Sprite, served over crushed ice. It was a very refreshing drink after a day in the sun.

This drink was invented in 1995 at Harborside Bar & Grill in Ocean City and was officially designated Maryland’s state cocktail in June 2025.

From the soda I enjoyed as a kid to the cocktail I discovered on a Maryland beach vacation as a grandma, the Orange Crush turned out to be a refreshing little taste of nostalgia.



 

Wednesday, August 5, 2026

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

From Ohio to West Virginia...


to Pennsylvania...


To Maryland...


Across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge...


Final destination - Ocean City, Maryland, for a family beach vacation. 

This is Owen and Hallie’s first beach vacation, and watching them experience the ocean and beach for the first time has been such a joy. This brought back memories of visiting my grandparents who lived in New Jersey and going to the Jersey shore was one of the highlights of our visits.

To see Owen’s excitement and wonder as he watched the waves continuously roll in and rush back out was just priceless. The Atlantic waves are big and powerful, but that didn’t faze my brave 4-year old one bit. Since he has taken swimming lessons, Owen confidently told Dad and Grandpa that he knew how to swim and they didn’t need to hold his hands. Whatever you say, kiddo! The beach was an endless sandbox, and Owen had a blast as Andrew showed him how to build sandcastles, only for Owen to gleefully jump on them moments later.

Little Hallie loved the sand, too. At 17-months old and so curious about everything, she decided that a handful or two needed to be taste-tested, just to be sure.

This beach vacation has given Owen and Hallie their first introduction to salty air, crashing waves, sandy toes, and all the joys that come with a day at the shore. Andrew and Jen think the next beach adventure may take them a little farther south, where the waves are a bit gentler and the sand is a bit softer. But for now, these first beach memories, complete with sandcastles, wave-watching, and a little sand tasting, will be treasured for years to come.






Tuesday, August 4, 2026

50 years later

Today would have been my mom’s 95th birthday. She died in 2020, not from COVID, but from complications of Alzheimer’s.

Back in the day, I loved embroidery. Mom had a corner in her kitchen filled with potted plants and a big asparagus fern hanging from a very heavy coat tree. When I found this little embroidery kit, I thought, “This would be a great birthday gift for Mom!”

I also enjoyed macramรฉ, so instead of stitching the wires that held the planter, I used a spiral square knot to give it an individualized, pretty effect.



Now look at the date. 50 years ago, this was a birthday present for my mom.

She hung it on the wall beside her telephone, and today it hangs on a wall beside my cookbooks.

Funny how an ordinary little craft project can become a time capsule. Fifty years later, it still holds a piece of Mom’s kitchen, her plants, and for me, the daughter who made it to celebrate her 45th birthday.



Monday, August 3, 2026

monday's mulling: spam

Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam…


I don’t know about you but every day my phone gets hit with spam messages, mainly from political parties. The messages don’t have my name right. I’m Linda S., Russell, lots of incorrect names asking for money to help further their political campaigns. 


Hit the delete and report spam button.


Every so often “Apple” sends an alert that an unauthorized charge was put on my account. A few years back my daughter responded to a text like this and then had to go through a messy process of canceling her credit card, changing account information and passwords.

This one gave me a chuckle and I really wanted to respond with some smart aleck answer like, “Thanks for the heads up but my dog’s been dead for six years.” I'm not going to engage with a spammer.




(The Spam display photo was taken in the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport. Minnesota is the home of Hormel Foods, the parent company that makes SPAM.)

Sunday, August 2, 2026

46 years

46 years ago we said "I do," and we are still doing! 

Here's looking at you, kid. (He's two months younger than me ๐Ÿ™‚).