Lesson 957: Momma's Back

 Hello, Readers.

How are you doing?

This weekly conversation we have going

is always so one sided.

Feel free to share in the comments

what you are up to this summer.

I'm a street cop for the fun and interesting.

Drop me a tip,

and I'll follow the lead.

Here are some things I've been up to

in my first full week at home,

restructuring my home,

my garden,

and my wildlife.

The only Bigfoots we found were these:

and him

Coach Alex was his roommate Freshman year.

We drove into a crazy bad rain storm on Sunday

to bring Momma back to the ranch.

The ducks were standing as sentries upon my arrival.

Momma bird kept her babies warm

and safe in the nest.

Welcome to the neighborhood, Little One.

Your momma will keep you safe, too.

On the food front,

these are my favorite flavors 

so far this summer.

Strawberry jam was made today 

by loving hands.

Our third round of flower planting

was underway this week.,

and we started with these:

What an amazing book!

Please read it!

Halfway through

and look at all of the good parts!

Funny of the week:

Prayer hands extended upwards

to the Marienville churches

for great signage.

Double thumbs down 

for the sign above the Titusville

Sports Complex.

And while we are on the topic

of unpleasant subjects---

look who has made the news!

My old foe--

the Lonestar tick,

which is believed to be the root

of some health challenges.

Pioneer Woman's son-in-law,

Mauricio has alpha gal.

As I started the blog,

I will also end it--

please let me know if you know 

anyone with alpha gal

or has had an experience with the

Lonestar Tick.

I don't like to end blogs

or Friday nights with 

stressful things

and baseball game losses,

but sometimes life is like that.

Still,

Eloise will be ending her night with a snerdle.

I'll meet you at the Lamp Post next week,

same time,

same place.

Eloise

Lesson 956: Poe Paddy

 Hello, Readers!

Eloise has returned from her summer adventure.

I've named our annual outing

The PA-Vacay.

We have a great state--our beautiful Pennsylvania.

We find somewhere new to explore each summer.

We got out early this year before we got swallowed up

 by the warm Erie months

and all of the festivities they bring forth.

Destination 2026:
The Poe Paddy Tunnel.

Don't let the name sink your intrigue.

It was a neat find.

The fisherman at this fly shop cannot be trusted though.

Stick to fishing, 

not hiking distances.

Or, perhaps,

I could ask some better questions

while purchasing some flies.

"Three-ish miles past the fisherman's cabin"

was ONE WAY.

God bless little Penny!

Her little legs carried her round body nearly 7 miles!

I got to see the mountain laurel in bloom.

We passed some really cool trees.

A turtle.

And we passed the Flybrary,

which happened to be empty,

but I thought it was a lovely idea.

The Poe Paddy Tunnel,

the abandoned railroad tunnel,

is in the Bald Eagle Forest.

So I found one of those, too!

Funny that we own a fishing cabin on a trout stream,

and rented a fishing cabin on a trout stream for a few days.

But like hikes,

and forests,

and gardens,

and lakes,

and people--

each one is different.

Penns Creek was wide and shallow,

perfect for fly fishing.

This was our cabin called The Oakwood.

It was perfect for 7 adults 

and these two.

When signing the guest book,

I realized that a friend had stayed in this exact spot

14 months prior!

The walkway went straight to the creek,

and it had kayaks,

tubes,

a canoe,

and a raft.

I spent some time out there 

anchored in that raft,

reading my book titled

The Covenant of Water--

how about that?

The farmland beyond the mountain was beautiful, too.

We ate here:

And explored the Woodward Cave.

All of these things are about a hour east of State College.

We stopped at Penn State on the way there.

We ate here:

And spent most of our money here:

We will end this blog 

with an inspirational message 

from my favorite college town.

I just realized my Saturday Morning Post

has now turned into the Red Eye Sunday Edition.

Hoping to take a few breaths next week,

and relaxing a bit more.

Sam is back in season,

and I just love a summer baseball game.

Eloise