July.  Hot.

First ripe tomatoes. Butternut squash and Odessa squash. The Odessa is a form of zucchini. It has slightly different texture, more firm and takes longer to mature. Which means is does not get to a boat size as quick as the regular zucchini. It also keeps longer in the fridge.

To me it holds tender childhood memories of visiting my grandfather’s family in Odessa, we always arrived in the middle of the night for some strange reason and the aunt would fry breaded circles of this squash and we would eat them with sour cream. I found the seeds on Baker Creek heirloom seeds site and in the future I am thinking it will be the only squash I will grow. It is delicious sliced thinly and sauteed in oil or butter with some herbs or just salt and pepper and fried breaded slices are even praised by my husband, which is definitely a mark of a worthy vegetable 😉

Von Fox family and Dino found a little tomato. It is very small and there is four of them, seems like it’s time to go see what else they can find 😉  More about them on the Doll Page.

Some flowers.

A few veggies and black currants are coming in. A boat of a zucchini 😉

Frank took these pictures. He said that it was a great idea for garden decor. 😉 😉 And I was just trying to dry my shoes!!!

Some barn people.

More barn people.

And some of the kitties. The little blue kitty named Satin is terminally ill. We are trying to make her last months as comfortable as possible.

White Cat deserves to be mentioned separately. He is a feral cat we caught in the trap accidentally some years back. He was in such a bad shape that we could not put him back out. He lived in the garage for a couple of years then one spring he left. He was doing good at first , but then started looking pretty thin, so we began putting food out. Then came November and in the open garage door came the White Cat and settled on his old pillow. He’s done it  for, probably three years now, leaves in the spring and is back when the cold weather hits.

Happiness is 300 bales of hay! So glad we got the elevator.  Being how we are no longer spring chickens, this contraption really helps us out.

Here is the man who made it all possible and without whom there would be no home and many tails would not have existed.

Fourth of July at Alice’s new house. The food was very simple, since I worked the night before and was quite tired, but it ‘s getting together what mattered most.

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And just like that July is gone. But memories remain. And that’s what matters.

Thank you all who visited and read to the end

Tat 😉