The Studio Door

On the dusty path to our fishin' hole, we pass a piece of property that runs along the highway.  We've always commented on the eccentricity of the place; a collection of curious farm equipment and rusty tractors lined up on display just inside the fence, and a house that's completely obscured.  Donkeys in a pen used to greet us as we turned the corner onto this road ~ but no more.  A sign says it's a Studio, by appointment only.

After driving by it for 30 years, I finally asked hubby to pull over and let me take pictures.  He did (but kept the engine running of course).  As I approached the fence I saw a gate that you can't see from the road.  It was enchanting.

Through the trees I zoomed in on an old yellow gas truck with a bullet hole in the windshield

A wagon full of vintage bottles

 Citrus trees lining one end of the yard,  garnished with bob wire

and an old plow sitting idle in the field

I'll have to go back when I can stay longer.

 Maybe I'll knock on the door!

 Or not.

Counting My Blessings,

Susy

The fear of man brings a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord shall be safe ~ Proverbs 29:25

I'm going down the road to Spiritual Sundays

Time Out

We enjoyed a little porch-sitting and fishing this weekend at our get-away cabin at the Old Colorado River.  We hauled down a pair of has-been wicker chairs that I bought at a yard sale for $10.  The round table had been inside the cabin, but was replaced recently with one that hubby preferred, so it was relegated to the porch. 

My assignment was to give them all a coat of white paint ~ and my reward was reserved dinner seating with a spectacular view.

Counting my Blessings,

Susy

                                                                                 

The Man From Blankley's

  

Please pull up a chair, and I'll pour

I've no idea where I picked up this book

 dated 1893

  It's a collection of humorous stories and sketches

that originally appeared on the pages of Punch
a British weekly started in 1841

Punch was a publication of humor and satire
named after the famous Punch and Judy puppet

 

This excerpt from the book is part of a scene
taking place in a vegetarian restaurant

at "the luncheon hour"

A sweet little old lady, wearing a great hat,
wants to order eggs for lunch

* * *
To enjoy this "sketch", it helps to know that the French word "cocotte"  has a double meaning ~
baked eggs, or...ahem...."a painted lady"

* * *

An Elderly Lady asks the waitress, "Can you bring me some eggs?"

"Certainly, madam.  How would you like them done - a la cocotte?"

"Certainly not.  You will serve them respectably, if you please!"

The puzzled waitress says, "We can give you "convent eggs" if you prefer it

The Elderly Lady replies, "I never encourage superstition - poach them."

Ah...that English humor!

(guess you had to be there)

* * *

 But while we're here, I'll share some things that sit
 in the dining room window

This vintage jam jar has a secret

A hole in the bottom.  

I was told that glass jars of jam were put inside,

and the hole helped get sticky jars out.

Is that true?

 The chair came from the flea market 

and I had the seat re-covered

My house is full of faux flowers

in pretty pots that make me happy

My friend rolls her eyes...they don't make her happy

"too many flowers", she says

Is that possible?

Counting My Blessings

Susy

 Recipe for Convent Eggs

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