Showing posts with label Amelia (Amy). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amelia (Amy). Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2026

Awww Mondays: How Schroeder Began Part 1


On August 11, 2025, two men knocked unexpectedly on the door. They were looking for Amelia because they had heard she fosters kittens. One of the men held out a closed hand and gave Amelia a day old kitten, orphaned and found in a warehouse they were cleaning out in Derby. They had stopped work immediately and drove the kitten to her. These photos are from that day. Spoiler: Schroeder survived and is now an obnoxious teenager with many stories to post in future Awww Monday posts.







Dori (The Little Dog) supervised kitten feeding time.

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Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Happy Tuesday: A Good Weekend

Maple Hill Road, Barton, Vermont
Sunday, September 25, 2022
The mountain in the background is Owl's Head in Québec
The farm raises beefalo. 

This is the road I take to Orleans Village to see Jody and to go to church. On Saturday, I did both: the Women's Fellowship had its Fall Fling and Jody went with me. The church is across from her house. We entered the raffles and we each won! I got my Pioneer Woman Mini Dutch Ovens (which are stainless, not cast iron), and Jody won a peanut butter bird feeder. I got a bag of doughnuts, also.


Jody's bird feeder

My mini Dutch ovens

After the fair, and after Jody had tended to the potatoes in the church garden that she created and manages, we went across the road to her home gardens to photograph insects in the beautiful weather. Those bugs will be in another post, but just to show you how good an iPhone bug photographer Jody is, here is a long-jawed spider that she found. It is unedited. I love the piped icing framing its abdomen. I'm an amateur, but it looks as if this species has its abdomen mimic a head so that predators don't bite its head off! That is common is butterflies and moths.

Long-jawed Spider
Genus Tetragnatha

As for me, I got my own Lifer bee, among many other bugs: 

Orange-tipped Wood-Digger (Anthophora terminalis)

We ate our doughnuts with water in the garden as we watched the wasps and bees.

Orleans Federated Church
Orleans Village, Barton, Vermont

Sunday was busy, too. First, to church back in Orleans. Then Amelia and Dori came to help me with housework, and I began cooking: macaroni and cheese, chili, bread, and brownies. We all ended the weekend trading our newest family photos of the grandpuppies.

Amelia's Dori in Orleans

Anna's Stewie and Milo (the Devil Dogs)
in New Haven

I have not had such a normal, brilliant weekend in years.
I hope your weekend was as happy!

Happy Tuesday at
Comedy Plus

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Sunday, September 25, 2022

Photo Sunday: Stairs

Fender and foster kittens

My daughter, Amelia, fosters kittens at times. One night, while she had these two rascals, she and her husband went out for some evening alone time and left Fender in charge. This was the sight when they returned home. Fender has obviously had enough of these little tornados.  

Photo Sunday with
Noah Clark

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Friday, August 26, 2022

Feline Friday: Confession

August 12, 2020

Dearest Jody,

We had a near catastrophe this morning. But you would not understand because I have not told all the truth to you. You brought me four swallowtail larvae: two late instars, a tiny first instar, and one in the middle. I never told you that the tiny one and the one huge one disappeared. Amelia and I searched and searched but could not find them in the enclosure or in the house (I have had caterpillars run on me before, especially Monarchs). You went to a lot of trouble for these little guys and are so deeply invested that I did not want to disappoint you. 

I continued the search over the next few days for a  chrysalis, hoping the big one ran away and pupated under a table, or in a dark corner somewhere. It did. I found it today. I went into the kitchen to make breakfast (which seldom happens) and Nelly the Naughty Cat was leaping about the windows trying to catch a bug. It was your butterfly! He had to have pupated yesterday because he was totally dry and ready to leave.

And it's a boy! 

But I couldn't get a camera and save the butterfly, too.

I had to yell at Nelly, which brought Lucy racing down to the kitchen to help me. Lucy is a great cat wrangler and loves the times that they are naughty. Nelly ran into the basement. I went for the camera, which was charging, because I lost that spare battery, so I had to reload the battery. By that time, Nelly had returned to slaughter the butterfly. But one word to Lucy and Nelly was in the basement again. I took the photos. I got him on my finger to pose a bit. But I had to release him because he was beating his wings on the window and destroying his scales. 



You have never met Nelly in real life before. Here she is this morning trying to take the lens cover off of the camera. She has her sweet moments. But she is a killer and I am grateful for her mousing capabilities. 


All other larvae (except the tiny one) are accounted for (1 infant, 1 last instar, 1 chrysalis). Three to go. 

Forgive me, Jody. 😇  I try.



December 10, 2020
Dearest Jody,

I found the chrysalis. That caterpillar crawled 20 feet across the kitchen and up a post  and under a cast iron skillet hanging there.


Forgive me?

If not? Here is the photo I took of your Tiger this summer . . . 


He is well-behaved.

More Felines here!

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Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Happy Tuesday: Supervised Visits

When I look at my blog archive, I see that I basically took a ten year blogging break. I had gotten married, life was busy, and I focused on Facebook. Facebook is over for me now for several reasons; the biggest of which is that I'm uncomfortable grieving and reminiscing there and reviewing my memories as I try to make a new life for myself. The memories are not always painful for me anymore (even though some still are), and this blog is a good memoir of my life. Not much is going on with my life now, but plenty went on before. I want to remember those days. Happiness may be within reach. 


In the video above, puppy Dori was not permitted to visit Rosie, a special needs kitty of Amelia's. But the time finally came for a supervised visit. Rosie and Dori did excellent (but are still always supervised)!

Dori is now a year old (but basically the same size), and when she was very young, we closely supervised her visits with Lucy. Not because of Lucy, because she is a patient Lab. But Dori didn't know doggie boundaries. Here, Lucy basically smooshes her to the ground to show her boundaries. Dori never listened too well!


Thank you to all for visiting and listening.

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Happy Tuesday

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Monday, August 08, 2022

Awww Monday: Nell's Beginning

My daughter, Amelia, fosters motherless kittens. One day she was called about two two-week old kittens found alone in the woods. She drove out, hiked to them, brought them home, and spent the next few weeks feeding them around the clock every four hours. They were both female and thrived. I placed an "order" for one. Amelia regularly sent me videos of my baby's development (visitors were not allowed). This is her first video of the two, being watched over by her huge Fender kitty, who watches over any new kittens. 


This was the next update: the two sisters had grown a lot. Nell has double-paws, which are obvious (to me) in this video. 


I'll be sharing more of the videos in the future.  They are happy memories and truly awww-inspiring!

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history of the rainbow bridge.

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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Oscar, Our New Kitten

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Oscar

About ten days ago, a kind stranger found Oscar the Kitten abandoned on the streets of Newport, Vermont and took him to Frontier Animal Society in Orleans. This was about the same time that our sweet Zorro died. I thought it would be a long time before I adopted another kitty. We were all sad for many days — both cats and humans. Then one day I dropped by to visit my daughter Amelia, who is the assistant manager of Frontier. There was Oscar, waiting for me. After talking to John, who didn't object, and Amy, who had taken me off of her "no-adopt" list when Zorro died, I returned two days later and brought Oscar home. The poor thing had been altered and given all of his shots the day before, so his third eyelids are showing in these photos. He weighed 3.6 lbs. (1.6 kg) and was 3 months old.

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During the past week, Oscar's first week at his new forever home here, Buddy and Pansy did not like him. Possum was undecided. Possum tried to get close to Oscar to sniff him over so that she could decide whether to love him or hate him. But Oscar likes to bounce his paws off of the other cats, so Possum was thinking this kitten was not a good thing.

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The neatest thing about Oscar — besides his brash personality? He's double-pawed on all four feet! I've never had a double pawed cat before. I wonder if he can catch mice  well with all those toes? At times, he seems to have problems catching and holding objects.

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We love Oscar's crazy, googly eyes.

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Welcome to your forever home, Oscar.
Zorro approves and is happy that we have you.

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Monday, May 30, 2011

Moving the Rhubarb

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The new rhubarb bed.

Years ago, I found a beautiful Canadian red rhubarb that I love. I had two plants but I never divided them. They were huge. They provided a lot of rhubarb and photographs. One summer, Wingnut and I wouldn't cut the rhubarb because it housed a huge aphid farm for ants. We followed the life of the farm until it suddenly simply stopped existing. But this year, we had to divide the rhubarbs. They were simply too big.

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Rhubarb after it was dug up with the tractor.

The rhubarb plants had to be dug out by the backhoe on the tractor. It had to be done carefully so that the plant wasn't damaged. I was stunned to see the size of the roots. Each carrot-like root is a plant, but we couldn't even count how many there were, so we divided the rhubarb into four plants.

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The huge rhubarb roots.

Last summer the new septic system was installed, with an access that sticks out of the ground. I had planned on a wreath of rhubarb around the cap, but John built a raised bed with a stone wall in a semicircle around the cap.

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Preparing the new bed for the divided rhubarb.

John had already moved a rhubarb we had found growing behind the house that I never knew was there. We don't know where it came from. But it is flourishing in front now. John used the backhoe to dig holes for each of the four new plants that we divided.

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Planting one of the four rhubarbs divided from the one plant.

Even after using the backhoe, we weren't sure if we had planted them deep enough, .But now, two weeks later, the plants are producing more stalks and are growing huge once again. We have to finish the project with the other red rhubarb. There is also one green rhubarb that I want Amelia to take home. And friend Barb has given me a pink rhubarb. In return, she desires one of my divided red plants. In the end, we will have at least 9 rhubarb plants out front. Now we think we have to make another rhubarb bed because they are growing so large!

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Planted and watered.

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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Mother’s Day

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A bouquet from Andrew

Mother's Day was three weeks ago and I continue to have wonderful memories of the day. Andrew sent the bouquet of flowers above. Amelia brought over the hanging basket of lobelia, shown below. I made my perfect pancakes for everybody. Anna called, and Danielle PMed me on Facebook. There was church and a good chicken dinner, followed by movies for just me and John here at home that night. It was a great day. So while all you other mothers posted timely thanks to your families on Mother's Day, I am only now giving mine. I have a wonderful family, a loving, thoughtful, hard-working husband, a marvelous home, cats who can be loving when they care to be, and friends and co-workers who are also loving. And tolerant. My life is full of activities and adventures. Not many women are as blessed as me.

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My basket of lobelia bathing in the sink.

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Friday, July 02, 2010

Pansies for the FOURTH Time

The pansy pot after Sophie Dog dug them up. Again.
Well, Sophie Dog dug up the pansies again. It happened during the weekend of our wedding, May 29. We thought Daisy Dog had done it. Or the chickens, or a raccoon or skunk. But after some detective work, we learned it was our dog. I was pretty upset. This was the third time she dug them up and we thought we had her tie far enough from the pansies to keep them safe. But we were wrong and Sophie Dog outwitted us.  The sad story of the pansies is told in these posts. I did get to the nursery for more pansies, but they only had six white ones, which we bought. Amelia replanted them and she also moved the dogs into the back of the house. Hopefully our pansies will survive the summer now!

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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Wedding Photos by Matt

l to r: Andrew, John, me, Anna, Amelia
Me & John
l to r: Dan, Anna, Aaron
Amelia & Nate
Matt & squinty-eyed me
Amelia & Matt
Dan (left) & Andrew
Anna & Andrew

Little Ironman
John, me, Wingnut
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