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Seven Quick Takes

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I am getting ready to visit my sister this weekend. I need a mini break to recharge for the last 4 weeks of school that the older girls have to finish. Anna has officially finished Kindergarten and is ready for 1st grade.
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We have decided to send Olivia to a Catholic High School this fall. It is pricy and though we did receive some financial help, we still had to brainstorm where we could find the funds to make up the remainder. The solution: I will be teaching piano lessons again. I am excited!
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Remember that cute tiny cucumber I photographed? Well, the birds are merciless and have eaten that cucumber, along with lots of blossoms. I don't know what to do! I feel like I need to launch an attack! Suggestions?
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I have been reading Nourishing Traditions by Sally Fallon. First of all, I am not even finished reading the introduction and I am overwhelmed and frustrated! I want to make all these changes, but the budget is tight already. Why does healthy equal expensive?
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A new knitting project for a friend's baby is going to be cast on today. The pattern says it is easy, but as I started reading through, it looks a little complicated. We'll see.
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The copy of Artisan Bread that I had requested from the library is finally in my hands! I made my first batch with whole wheat flour and I am pleased with the results. I still don't know if it is worth it to add this book to my collection or not.
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Lastly, let us not forget all those who have paid the ultimate sacrafice for our freedom. Dan, if I wasn't with child, I would be drinking a Warsteiner in your honor today! You may be gone, but never forgotten.

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  1. Crazy birds...no clue what to do about that. I bought a net once to put over the strawberries. I'm the same about Artisan Bread...not sure if I should just keep borrowing it from the library or add it to my own. I have only baked from it once, so I'll definitely be trying out some more breads, after all, I still don't make a great baguette. Thank YOU and your husband for your service!!

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  2. My hubby is in Afghanistan currently. Thanks for your kind words, and thank your hubby back for his service, too!! Have you actually seen the birds eat the cucumber flowers? In my experience, it's usually rabbits or other ground dwelling critters. The birds here usually go for berries. Try spreading seed on the ground - otherwise fencing and netting. It's a pain - depends on how badly you want to conquer them!! I haev given up growing squash - that always gets eaten, but I have had good luck with cucumbers.

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