Sometimes, You Just Need to Get Back In The Saddle (But You Probably Need to Bring Kleenex or Wear Long Sleeves)

Friday, April 24, 2015

We have been feverishly working in the yard, in a futile attempt to keep up with Mother Nature. The fruit trees are pruned, weeded and mulched. They have bloomed and are beginning to set fruit. Folks are happy about this. The plum trees that, in years past, appeared to be nothing more than a pretty face, have the tiniest little beginnings of plums hanging from the branches. This is a good thing, at least for these trees. We have taken a strong stand with our fruit trees. If they fail to produce, decide to catch the disease of the month, or get in the way of Dad’s rambunctious mowing, sustaining injury, they risk replacement. The nasty tasting Red Delicious Apple met its fate in last-years ice storm. It keeled over, and became history, having the remainder of it’s wimpy root system jerked out of the ground with the tractor and being replaced with a Mount Morency cherry (pie cherry)

Dragging out the keeled-over apple tree.

Dragging out the deceased apple tree.  Yes, that’s Sweet Wiley offering assistance.  This happened last fall.

Infant Mount Morency cherry tree, in the ground, but not breaking dormancy yet......

Infant Mount Morency cherry tree, in the ground, but not breaking dormancy yet……

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, we already have this particular variety of cherry, but it doesn’t look so good, having repeatedly tussled with the riding mower. It produces without fail, but its trunk looks a little worse for wear. Replacement prior to death seemed like a prudent thing to do.

Existing Mount Morency cherry tree that is not looking so good.

Existing Mount Morency cherry tree that is not looking so good.

So, with the work at the farm mostly under control, we left. It was our first trip with just the three of us. I had a tearful beginning, but this was expected. Dad passed me a Kleenex, while I whimpered away in the second row seating of the Hag. No one needs more details. You get the picture. We miss our sweet traveling dog. Nonetheless, we set off for Coos Bay/North Bend to spend a couple of days.

My next sentence will secure our place in the realm of “senior citizens.” We stayed at the casino RV Park. (ahem…again…….) We like these places. They are usually cheap, offer freebies, and are clean and well maintained. Most of them will shuttle you wherever you want to go. So, I ask you, what’s not to like?

Doing what we do best, on a trip in the Hag.  Sports on TV, feet up, and cheese and crackers within easy reach.

Doing what we do best, on a trip in the Hag. Sports on TV, feet up, and cheese and crackers within easy reach.

This time, we got coupons for pastries at the café in the casino. Every day. We suspect the casino employs folks from the culinary institute in Coos Bay, because these daily goodies are so good. Good, at a professional level. Dad enjoyed a raspberry Danish every day, and Craig and I tried something different. The cinnamon rolls were good, the donuts were good, the muffins were good, and the Danish were good. I thought it was unfortunate that the Bear Claws had a raisin filling instead of date or almond, but maybe the cooks had to improvise on that particular day. Dad and I are particularly partial to these types of baked goods, and, of course, free is an added bonus. So, we took advantage of this free treat.

We did do a few other things in addition to (non-stop) eating, but if I am honest, it wasn’t a whole lot more. We enjoyed the Tuesday night Prime Rib buffet, had dessert at the casino on Wednesday night, and pizza on Thursday. We drove up to Shore Acres, and stopped for fish and chips in Charlston, and went to the “Cranberry Sweets & More” candy factory and sampled our way through the store. It was an eating vacation. Most of our eating adventures are at the whim of my personal cooking inspiration, so to speak, so this was a nice break. I didn’t do much food prep on this trip. Everyone survived, and some were probably happier.

A lesson in Manhattan making.

A lesson in Manhattan making.

The finished product.

The finished product.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As to a trip sans a traveling companion, it was what it was.   We had a lot of wind, and Wiley was never a big fan of the wind, at least if it involved him going out into it. And, we had rain on the last day. In true Doberman fashion, he avoided the rain at all costs. I don’t know how he felt about Indian gaming casinos. From a moral/ethical standpoint, he might have objected, although he had camped at many of them. So, I will just say, we thought of him often and missed his sweet presence.

Who can resist this beautiful ocean?  (not me)

Who can resist this beautiful ocean? (not me)

 

But as can be said for any story, I’m sure there is more to come. Stay tuned for the next “chapter.”

Coral bells blooming for us, when we got back home.  A favorite of mine and my Mom's.

Coral bells blooming for us, when we got back home. A favorite of mine and my Mom’s.

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