Hello there everyone..
How are you all?
I hear that Spring has landed in many parts of the world but here in Eastern Canada we are a bit slow but better late then never, eh?..
We just had so much snow but it is amazing how fast it has gone..
Saturday, we decided to go to the farm and have our first farm day this year..
As you can see there is still a bit of snow but the truck made it in all right..
Perhaps I should explain to you new followers that we have an old family farm up in the Kent Hills that we visit whenever we can..
Terry goes probably once every couple of weeks all Winter but I don't.. He snow shoes in .. smile..
We just go and put on a fire, make a meal and potter about..
It is very peaceful and quiet and we love it there..
Anyway..
Saturday was rainy, wet and windy..
My kind of day.. smile..
It was also the Pollett River Run...
We go by the river to get to our farm so I have included a few pics...
Every April people gather together with all kinds of boats..
Rafts, canoes and you name it... smile..
Even home made barges...
All day they row the river with all kinds of activities going on...
Proof that Spring has arrived to Southern New Brunswick.. smile..
Anyway..
As soon as Terry got the fire kindled and going, he made his annual flag pole climb..
The wind is pretty fierce up there and it just shreds the flag every year..
This time was nearly as scary as it was HERE
This is a little exert from that post.. smile..
I was talking to Shonda today and mentioned that I think my nerves are bad..
She wondered why..
I thought I should send her the pic of her father up that rickety ladder hanging off the flag pole that is as tall or taller than the barn roof..
He couldn't get the old flag down as it was shredded into bits from the wind and caught there..
He comes down and carries up a full length 2x4 to poke at the top of the flagpole..
The old ladder was to one side and he was leaning back ...
Oh Lord...
Meanwhile, I am calling on the name of Jesus to protect this foolish man and he just tells me to watch and learn..
This time he had a good ladder and the flag was not stuck..
Thank you, Lord..
Now...
On with the story..
I needed to clean after all of Terry's visits.. grin..
Lots of dishes and surfaces to clean..
Counters, sink, stove and such..
Sometimes we have visitors (mice) over the Winter so I need to sanitize everything..
Once that was pretty well done I started a late lunch..
Early supper, actually...
We always have at least one meal there and this was our first one for the year..
By the time the flag was flying dinner was ready..
Nothing fancy as there was too much cleaning to do..
Leftover roast chicken brought from home, mashed, carrots, and beans..
And pickled cucumbers..
These are just made with an English Cucumber and kept in your fridge..
I think you might like them as they are easy to make, too..
James Ramsden's Pickled Cucumbers..
Scant 1 cup of white wine or cider vinegar
1 1/2 cups of fine sugar
1 tsp. fennel seeds
a handful of dill chopped - optional
1 English or regular cucumber
1 onion peeled and finely sliced
1 tsp. salt
Whisk the vinegar and sugar together in a bowl until dissolved..
Crush the fennel seeds in a mortar and pestle or with your rolling pin.. Add them to the mixture along with your dill..
Finely slice your cucumber or use a slicer and add to mixture along with the onion and salt..
Wait at least an hour before serving or store in fridge in a mason jar..
Do you like the flavor of fennel ? I love it..
They lose their color after a couple of weeks but still taste delicious..
Around supper time we left again for home and there were RCMP everywhere around the Pollett River..
At one spot we counted 8 police vehicles...
Good to know that it was well monitored ..
All over again for another year..
I am so glad you dropped by..
Welcome to the new followers ..
Just so glad to meet you all.. smile..
I started 2 other posts and could not seem to get them done but hopefully will do better this week..
I am down with the cold that is going around but all is well..
Take care, dear hearts..
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