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The sticks up…it’s going to be a nice day  

From the days of the Abenaki Indians, even before there was such a thing as New England, weather forecasting was a science. The Abenaki invented what is now called the weather stick, a slender piece of balsam fir wood, about 15-16″ long, that was affixed to a vertical surface.

If the stick bent upward, fair weather was in store; downward meant inclement weather was near.

In Vermont it’s called a Vermont weather stick. In Maine, they call it… surprise, the Maine weather stick. But by whatever name, it is a remarkably effective barometer. It fascinates my husband who plans his day around the weather. 

How could something so simple work?  

I don’t have a clue. But it is fun to watch it moving. Fair weather approaches and the weather stick reaches toward the sky. When the weather begins to turn, the stick points to the ground.

Bad weather’s coming. We’ve got to hurry to get our outside stuff done.

Weather sticks can be ordered from old-time country stores in the northeast…just google Vermont Weather Sticks. Or if you or your significant other likes working with wood, try making your own.

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Touring the Oliver Mansion in South Bend, IN with my husband’s nephew, Marc.

The Oliver Mansion library and study.

The patented “Oliver” plow that made the mansion possible.

“The Stone House” Christmas Shop is part of Amish Acres in Nappanee, Indiana.

Cute chickens in Amish Acre’s parking lot.

Inside the Christmas Shop.

Barb Kaiser has worked for the Christmas Shop for five years and says she loves her job. “The store is open year ’round,” says Barb, “except during January and February.”

Many of Christmas Shop items are handmade by local artists. However, they are not made by Amish. According to Christmas Shop employee, Barb Keiser, the Amish that make handicrafts sell them from their homes instead of through merchants.

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I have been tagged by paperseedblog of http://paperseed.wordpress.com/ and asked to post 7 honest things about myself. It sounds easy,  but I’ve been putting it off. Until now.

I am a homebody. Crowds make me uncomfortable. I hate shopping malls and supersized “one-stop” groceries. Give me a little shop anyday. I dread parties. My home is warm and cozy. It has my husband, my animals, my books, my computer, my hi-def tv and all of my favorite foods. I love my house and being in my house.

 I hate small talk. I am not good at it. I feel awkward and tongue-tied. My mind drifts. When I was single I suggested movies for first dates to avoid conversation.

 With  friends and family or when talking about things I care about, I am a chatterbox. My poor husband sometimes has to wait to get in a word edgewise.

I like old things better than new. I have a passion for antiques. Only I want to use them instead of storing and preserving them. I read the old books, display the arrowheads, work with the kitchen tools and stir my cakes in antique bowls. These items have a history and I like adding to it.

blog-pictures-001.jpg I don’t love all of my animals the same. I secretly love Abby and Simba the most. I love Abby because she has become my dog. I love Simba because he smells so good and because he snuggles. Simba would rather be DH’s cat, but sometimes he bestows himself upon me and purrs and cuddles. I love smelling his fur and hearing his purr.

Sometimes, when DH asks me to go for walks I say no and make excuses. There is always something else I’d rather do. But, “if “I go, I am always glad I did. A walk through our woods is more relaxing than a tranquilizer.

“All the Critters” has a quiz (http://allthecritters.wordpress.com/2007/10/05/take-this-quiz-to-find-out-what-animal-you-are/) to find out what kind of “animal” you are.

I took the quiz.

I am a “pale giraffe” — an introvert. Imagine.

What kind of animal are you?

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dsc00125.jpg   When DH’s grandfather came to the United States from Holland in 1915, he brought his favorite gardening tools including his Dutch hoe.

Descended from a long line of gardeners and landscapers, DH’s grandfather went to work for the Lozier estate in Rochester, NY in 1925 as a chauffer, gardener, landscaper and handyman. He lived in an old 1860’s firehouse with the bottom half converted into a garage/garden storage area and the upper level into living quarters.

One of his responsibilities was keeping the Lozier house’s vases full of flowers from the garden. DH’s grandfather’s floral arrangements usually featured gladiolas. They were his favorite flowers.

DH’s grandfather and grandmother at the Lozier estate

dsc00124.jpg   DH’s Dutch Hoe

A Dutch hoe is also known as a scuffle hoe. It works by pushing rather than pulling. The head is angled to rest on the ground while cutting on the push stroke. It is rugged enough to chop out small roots and dig out stones while allowing the gardener to slide the head into tight spaces without damaging plant roots.