Yesterday a very nice gentleman brought me a bag of fresh asparagus.  We had it for lunch today, the asparagus, not the bag.  It was delicious.  I hadn't had anything close to it since the last time I cut some fresh and there were only a few stalks that time.  Anyway, I thought that since there was so much of it, I would try a stalk raw.  It tasted just like peas right out of the pod right off the vine.  Now I have to tell you a story about me and peas.

When I was five or six, my folks were planting a garden and of course I was helping.  Mother had planted the peas, Daddy had covered and tamped them and I decided they needed stomping.  Mother asked me why I was stomping the peas.  My reply was and I quote, "They taste like asparagus and I don't like asparagus."

I have since learned to like peas, asparagus and spinach.

I am very grateful to the gentleman for sharing wiith me.  I guess it pays to be a nice old lady.

My pretty pink pinwheel has been replaced by a hummingbird feeder and the hummers have found it.  This particular spot is less than four feet from my kitchen window, which puts the hummers where I can really see them.  Besides the ruby throated, one of them is a blackchinned.  I have counted three hummers at the same time.  They fly so fast that trying to count them is like trying to count a hundred baby chicks.

I filled the bird bath this morning and as usual let it run over to fill the pan for the short legged creatures.  This created mud.  The mud attracted a pair of robins.  They have been very busy carrying mud and grass somewhere to the southeast.  I have yet to locate where the nest is being built.

I didn't know all that.  I do know that it likes to travel.  I don't know where I will have it next year.  Just hope that I recognize it and don't hoe it out. 

No, Bull, I have had no asparagus.  I look at it in the produce department, but it doesn't look very good there.

At last the mystery plant in my flower garden has been solved.  When it showed up this spring, it looked like a flower, but I couldn't remember having planted anything in that particular spot.  So, I just let it grow and it grew and it grew and it was still a mystery.  It resembled sour dock, but I was sure it wasn't that.  I was just about ready to take a picture of it and ask for help when from somewhere within this vast knowledge that is stored in my brain, came the answer.  It is, I think, a bienniel, a plant that comes up, dies down without blooming, then comes back up the next year and blooms.  Each year it drops it's seeds to continue it's existence.  After finally identifying it, I remembered that I had brought a start of it from my brother's farm where my mother had started it long ago from some starts that I had given her from my garden.  It is still prevalent out there where it isn't disturbed.  Hopefully, I can keep it growing here in my garden.  Oh, yes, we call it Sweet Rock.

Even though I don't know enough about Elk County to actually play, I am enjoying the game.

I have a Kenmore that I bought 8 years ago and I am not having any trouble with it.  In fact, I had a Kenmore in Sedgwick County, too.  Can't remember how long we had it.  It was still working good when I moved over here and not needing it, I sold it at a garage sale.  I think it was the second microwave that we ever bought.

I have morels in one of my flower beds, I am not saying which one.  I think that I won't disturb that area in case they want to multiply.

You surely are busy this moring, Frank.

Busy morning with the birds.  First was the loud thump at my front door early this morning.  Later I found a catbird, on it's back, feet up, eyes closed on my front porch.  Must have been traveling very fast.

Somewhat later, while at the kitchen sink, I noticed a hummingbird trying to find a feeding spout on the big pink pinwheel just outside the window.  I think we are going to install a hook there and hang another feeder instead of the pinwheel.  The pink pinwheel is coming down today so that the poor little near sighted birdies won't be disappointed.

More somewhat later while checking to see if there were any hummingbirds at the feeder, I saw a smallish bird with a bandit's mask, yellow breast and back, slightly hooked bill working the climbing roses behind the feeder.  The closest we could find in the bird book was Common Yellowbreast Warbler.  Not common in this area at all, but more so to the east of us.