To Cherish...

Did you know that 21 April is "Husband Appreciation Day"?

Himself and I will be married for 38 years this September.  There are so many things I appreciate about him.  If I were given a choice to go back to 1981, knowing everything that has happened in our lives, and decide whether or not to marry him... oh I WOULD!

And here are just a very few reasons why I would...

I love his faith.

(Doing Bible study at the kitchen table so he could be in the same room as me.)

I love how much he loves our niece and nephew.

(Taken at Elephant Rocks State Park on a fun outing with them.)

I love that he is a rescuer.

(He pulled this little lizard out of that fire blazing in the background.)

I love his great fashion sense.

(OK... maybe not so much.  But he does clean up nice!)

I love taking cat naps with him.

(And so does Persia!)

I love that he brings me flowers.

(Wild roses he picked for me.)

I love how he makes me feel special.

(A home made chocolate cupcake and a cuppa of tea for my birthday.)

I love his delicious chocolate pudding he makes for me.

(Yes, it is as good as it looks!)

I love when he asks, "Would you like some hot biscuits?"

(What other answer is there but "Yes"?)

I love how he always helps me with the yard work.

(Here he is raking out my herb bed.)

I love how he participates in my interests.

(Helping me get my bonsai bedded down for the winter.)

I love how he enjoys going on trips, lectures, and exhibits with me.

(Talking with a gentleman on a WWII Navy boat.)

I love how easily he makes furry friends.

(At a B&B we stayed at.)

I love how easily he can talk to people.

(His new best friend... since he shared some sake with him!)

I love how he brings me surprises.

(A glass snake he found in a leaf pile.)

I love how he gets excited about what I am excited about.

(Taken during the total eclipse in August 2017.)

I love how he enjoys the weather.

(High water crazy!)

I love how he comes with me to events, even if he's not interested.

(I don't mind him reading a book while I do my thing.)

I love his patriotism.

(Laying wreaths at Christmas time at the Veteran's Cemetery.)

I love how much fun we have together making box for Operation Christmas Child.

(At the drop off point last November.)

I love how he makes things fun.

("Serving" biscuits to the ladies of our EHC club.)

I love how he is just as much into Christmas tree hunting and decorating as I.

(This year's tree.)

I love each and every year we have shared.

Yes, I would do it again.

"She Did It Again..." (Guest Post by Himself)

Yesterday was "Learn About Composting Day".  Yep... there's a day for that and it is something I've been doing since last month.  I've been looking at ways that would work for us as the large bin type composting seems a bit much.

I finally found something that I think will work... now to get Himself on-board.  He had a bit of something to say about it.  I'll just let you read what he said.

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Hey...

Well, she did it again.   Something weird...

For you married types, does your spouse ever ‘get an odd idea’ and you are left wondering what you married?  When this happens, do you take an interest and inquire about what he or she may be doing?  Or do you slowly back away because you really don’t want to know.

Well, I can’t back away this time – I am part of ‘the help’...

Let’s let pictures take it from here:

Teri – who received a box in the mail. 

Nothing is unnerving than when they send off for something, and don’t even tell you about it.  (Because we might run interference.)   Then they have that happy look on their face when it arrives.  

OK – I’ll bite.   I’m like, “Whatcha up to this time?”

Me?  I wasn’t too sure about this.  For one thing, it look unprofessional - the box was dirty.  Maybe they dropped it or something.   Maybe something you paid good money for got broke.

Then, you look at the label...

Didn’t help.  Actually made things worse.   Seeing the word ‘live’ on a box that might have been dropped doesn’t fare well for the poor live ‘whatever’, nor my nerves.  

Then she proceeds to open the box.   To what? 

A green bag.   Whoopee...   What is so interesting about a green bag?

This...

(Seeing it yet?)

Let’s take a look at a portion of the box again.  

Notice ‘500 RW’.  And what does that stand for?

Look closer...

What does that look like?

You guessed it............

Worms.  And ‘RW’ stands for ‘Red Wigglers’.   For real.

My Dear Wife bought................a box of worms.   500 of them.   

(In this picture she told me to hurry up with the shot because the worm’s movement between her fingers...tickled.)

And those suckers were fast too – only two seconds between pictures, those wigglers starting dropping into the box.

And she is PROUD of ‘em!  

Now, let’s back up here for explanation...

That Woman got it into her head to order 500 worms from a worm farmer.    Yes, there really is such a thing!

(By the way – those unprofessional markings on the outside of the box was dirt – probably from ‘Uncle Jim’ himself who one presumes packed the worms.)

Even comes with instructions.

Why did Teri do this?   Because she has it in her mind to use these worms to help with composting.  Seems 500 worms can make soil rich very fast. 

(Side note here:  On a farm close by a farmer who raises cows has a granddaughter who refuses to use the word ‘cow manure’ for the cow’s.....(well, you know).    This little girl renamed it ‘cow dirt’.   So, in effect, Teri has 500 Red Wigglers who will help her make.....

          .....worm dirt.)   

How does this work?   Take a look:

First you get a tub.  

Then you label your box.  Makes it official.     (I think these are the worms from the ‘Men in Black’ movie.)

Then you drill tiny little holes along the upper edge.   

Like this:   Had at least 50 of those holes drilled with, (I think she said) a 1/16th inch drill bit.   When I asked her about it she said, “Hey – worms have to breath too!”   (Ya know...I never thought about it.  Worms breathing.  Can’t picture it.   Hmmm...)

Then, you cover up the holes that are already in the handles of the plastic Rubbermaid container.    Why? 

So the worms don’t escape.   Look at them go!  I watched several worms truck on up the side of the plastic box like nobody’s business.   

You put your finger there to block him?

He just changes direction...

Backing up again, if worms need to breath, they obviously need to eat.  Eat what?

Backing up again here, you start out with a big tub with a mixture of dirt, shredded cardboard & newspaper, and ‘coir’ - which I’ve been informed is shredded coconut fibers.   

Here is ‘coir’.

You just mix them together and then moisten it up.  Then?

Then you dump in the worms, get ‘em used to their new surroundings.

Then you basically feed them healthy table scraps.     

Teri?  She has saved up a various vegetable leftovers and scraps that she ‘adds to the mixture’ every few days.   She even makes little piles in various spots to see what food scraps the worms like best.   So far we have discovered that broccoli is out.   But they like tomatoes, apples, cantaloupe, lettuce, and I don’t know what all.    

Here is a cantaloupe half turned upside down.

Here I picked it up – look at that bundle of worms.   And, look at how they are eating – Teri had left decent amounts of cantaloupe within that half, yet you can see that they have ‘eaten to the rind’ and were working on that too!

At the same time, look at this worm-highway along the top.  (In the 30 seconds it took me to open the box, pick up the cantaloupe to take that picture, two worm had escaped up and over the top.  I had to retrieve them and toss them back in.) 

She waters them too.   With a spray bottle.  Moistens them and their bedding (or home, or whatever you would call it).  

The end result of all this?  Two things:   More worms, (as they are prolific), and...........

......... ‘worm castings’.    (What that little girl would call ‘worm dirt’.)      

So, what do you do with it all?   Well, it seems you mix this worm dirt in with another project of hers – her bonsai plants, and certain house plants.  (I cannot abide throwing that into a potted plant that I would eat – like a small carrot or something.  Somehow that just doesn’t seem right.....not that I would grow a carrot in a pot.  But you know what I mean...)

Eventually?   Eventually you have to ‘divide them out’ of the container because at a certain point they will ‘max out’ and stop reproducing.   So you split some of them out to a new worm house and the process starts all over again.   

Or you can go fishing..................