Got Grease?

Unable to find an online presence for this business, you’ll have to dial the number on the back of the truck.

That is if you’ve got grease you need to be removed. I envision them sucking out oily grease from restaurant kitchens?

I would have happily added their link to this post. I was behind the truck at the stop sign and snapped a fast pic of the unusual truck.

Definitely looked like an oil truck. The musical Grease kept coming up in my search.

1984 Ceramic Pumpkin saved from the Trash

About 18 years ago Erika, my daughter-in -Law, was pitching this little ceramic pumpkin she had created in elementary school. They were cleaning out the basement. I said No, no no and took it out of the trash. “You have to save it and give it to your children, show your kids someday.” Well her eldest is 17 at the end of this week.

I found this in the back of my China closet. I can’t wait to give her daughter the little ceramic pumpkin her mom made circa 1984. Hoping it doesn’t end up in the trash again

And

Happy Sunday Birthday to Erika.❤️

Through a Porch Door Screen

This is Bob, short for Bobtail, as he does not have a tail. The least feral of feral cats. Steve takes such good care of him. He found a spot of sun and enjoyed the new Kalenchoe centerpiece on my porch table.

Lunch by the Ohio River

Hostess Deb created the perfect Pandemic lunch on her deck overlooking the Ohio River. We’d not seen each other since early March. Centerpiece courtesy of Donna, who gave me a kalanchoe in a tiny pumpkin, too. Asian chicken wraps and potato salad with a side of red grapes. A tall glass of apple cider from the farm stand. An oatmeal cookie.

There were two barges that went by with tug boats, several freight trains across the River. Just a few trees starting to turn.

It was so lovely to see longtime friends. Catch up before the winter sets in.

Yes that’s a mask in the middle and an oatmeal cookie in a cellophane sleeve on top of the fish napkin.
Kalanchoe in a pumpkin
I was knitting. Donna was crocheting. Deb captured her luncheon guests on the deck and cast on a pumpkin hat right after lunch.

This is where I photographed the hungry bee devouring his pollen lunch .

Another angle

My Friend’s Geraniums are Magical

These glorious geraniums on my friend’s porch are coming to the end of their blossoming season. But they’ll return next summer! We visited on her from porch this morning and captured these blooms, so amazing.

The very same plants. I’m not kidding.

How does she do it?

Here’s her method. Works for 5-7 seasons.

Get a large brown paper lawn bag, NOT plastic.

Take the geraniums out of the window boxes and knock off (gently) all the dirt that clings to the roots.

Place into the large paper leaf and lawn bag.

Carry to the basement. ( here in Pittsburgh we have basements, not sure what to advise other regions)

Thank you, TW. They are luscious.

And my friend wrote the directions I omitted -! “To continue those directions: next year, on May 1st, take the geraniums out of the bag. they will look very dead, leaves and flowers dry and brown. Cut the stems way back to where it looks green. Replant and water with Miracle gro. It will take a good month or more and all the sudden, you will see tiny leaves appear. Then, they grow on from there. A sure sign of hope and new life”. TW