Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Dogs And Cats At Home

There are lots of sleepy, relaxed pets in today's post, beginning with this one of Clover, Bramble and Rocky:

 Bugsy, a real character who has claimed a lamp table as his very own. He knocked off the lamp and ruined it, so I now just let him have the table:

 Daisy doesn't usually use the dog bed in the corner, but she took it over one day:

 Daphne, Fergus, Clover and Jack:

 Daisy on the windowsill:

 Jack, Daphne, Clover, Bramble and Fergus:

 This corner, filled with dog beds, is of course the main collection point for both dogs and cats. In this photo are Clover, Fergus, Bugsy, Rocky and Daphne:

 Daphne, Clover, Bramble and Fergus:

 And Bugsy, all by himself:

 The cats stay inside but the dogs have an outdoor yard where they can relax. Fergus used the shade of the Rugosa roses on a hot day:

 Jack also knew where it would be cooler:

 Seamus, Daphne and Jack, all together and using the roses for shade:

Monday, August 21, 2017

The Parishville, New York Museum - Part 2

I was touring the Parishville, New York town museum (see also Part 1, posted yesterday) and entered the children's bedroom, which contained several cribs, doll carriages, toys and many dolls:

And there was a room filled with high school marching band memorabilia:

And old typewriters:

A sunroom upstairs had many handmade displays such as this one with miniature wooden tools. It had been there so long that the sun had bleached out the signs which explained the tools:

And this being a pioneer town, there were three model log cabins. This one, with a cutaway showing the interior, was my favorite:

Another model log cabin:

And a huge display of old tools:

Woodworking and other tools:

The master bedroom reminded me of my grandmother's bedroom:

This was small town life in the Victorian era:

Even the closet was filled with old clothing:

This old dress was interesting, but what was that tag hanging from it? I moved in for a closeup:

It turned out to not be for the dress, but instead it was directions for using the old dress form:

My final photo at the Parishville Museum was of this hat collection, a reminder of small town life many years ago. I love these town museums, and the Parishville Museum is certainly one of my favorites:

Sunday, August 20, 2017

The Parishville, New York Museum - Part 1

Parishville, New York is an old pioneer town and one of the smallest, most scenic towns I've seen anywhere. It has a museum in an old house which is maintained by the Town Historian and open one afternoon per week, two months per year - July and August. I hadn't been there in several years, so I decided to return:

The formal parlor was filled with many things, including a piano. There were two old fashioned church organs elsewhere:

I headed for the door in the side corner of the parlor:

I knew that there was a display of hand carved circus wagons, carved by a former resident of the town (that's his photo on the left):

Teams of hand carved horses pulled the circus wagons. The display appeared to be being moved to another display case so that the room could hold more items:

My next stop was the old fashioned kitchen, a reminder of how life used to be:

A dry sink and numerous utensils:

A display on butter making. The kitchen didn't have much light, so many of the photos were unusable but that may have been a blessing because otherwise I'd have too many to post:

Then I returned to the parlor, where a lot of sorting and rearranging was in progress:

The parlor indicated that a wealthy family once lived here:

There was an entire room devoted to old photos. As you can see, more sorting and rearranging was in progress there also:

I went upstairs where this Victorian era doll and carriage caught my attention:

Fans, hats and handmade dolls. Every town museum seems to have a lot of dolls, and it reminds me of how much little girls loved their dolls. They often keep them all their lives, or at least until they donate them to the local museum:

A military room. There was still more to see, and I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Notes From Around The Farm

Most of this year's apples never developed but two trees near the road seemed to be the exception until these quarter-sized apples began falling off one day. I collected about two thirds of a bucket of them and fed them to the cattle. Of course I drove out into the field on the tractor because I didn't want to be out there on foot with the bull:

And when I started to drive back to the barn, this is the lovely scene which was displayed before me. I am blessed to live with such beauty:

And the morning skies seldom disappoint, a combination of pink and baby blue:

As the sun begins to peek up over the horizon, a golden yellow starts to infuse the pink and blue morning sky:

A pair of pigeons is using one of the new nests I made out of cake pans. They seem to like it:

Ladys-Thumb Smartweed, a member of the Buckwheat family, is growing abundantly near the barn door and the dogs' ramp. It usually has a dark triangle on each leaf but these show only a slight darkening instead of the triangle:

Wood-Sorrel also grows by the dogs' ramp, but beneath the Rugosa roses, where it has lots of shade:

The baby fantail pigeon who was so badly attacked by the adult birds is alive and growing rapidly:

The top of its head still looks terrible, as if there is no skin left there at all. I hope it will heal, but will be happy as long as the bird can live a normal life. So far, things look hopeful:

The bantam hens have reduced their egg laying to about four eggs per day. That's not many, but they were laying more than we could use before, so this is better:

The giant Rose Mallows seem even more giant than usual this year, perhaps because we've had so much rain. I counted 15 stems, each topped with about 7 flower buds. If things continue as they are now, it will be a magnificent display. They are so tightly packed that I think it may be time to split them up in the spring and replant them in more compost:

My Tree Hydrangea lost a limb over the winter but seems to be doing well in spite of it: