Turkey Day...

...literally :)

OK, it's lazy, but go here and here to see how we spent our Thanksgiving.

(warning~ it involves a 40lb. turkey and minor bloodshed)

Football Tribute to Veterans

I used to photograph and cover sports for the local paper. I fell into the job writing because the paper hadn't sent a reporter to the last game of a basketball season that I was shooting (not a single game won all year, not much interest) . As it turned out, the team won on a last second shot by it's star player. The stands were filled despite the dismal record and the game seemed more like a championship event than the only win of a very long season. I felt the evening deserved more that a couple of pics and a caption, so I wrote what I thought was a decent tribute to the hard work and effort that these young men had put in all year. When my editor responded by saying, "I didn't know you could write" it was high praise indeed.

And so began my career as a sports writer....part time and very limited, but a good initiation into the world of deadlines and fact-checking and quotes from coaches. It was fun for awhile, and the money was a bonus, but other than one near-perfect football season where I tried in vain to imitate the feel of a SI story, coming up with creative ways to cover yet another track meet was beyond my abilities as a writer. So after about 3 years, I decided to pack up my typewriter and concentrate on the budding farm here at the Garver homestead. I even sold my legitimate I'm a sports photographer telephoto camera lens because I was only shooting 3 or 4 games all year. I miss the lens occasionally, and I miss standing on the sidelines, but I don't miss the deadlines ...not even a little bit.

This past Thursday the high school football team decided to honor Veterans by donning camouflage uniform tops, letting anyone with a military ID in free and having a couple of local veterans toss the coin before the game. It seemed a good time to pick up my camera and brave the cold (she says with a straight face, this is California after all) to take a few pics of the guys for posterity. Without my fancy schmancy lens I was mostly relegated to shots of the sidelines, but those are my favorite anyway, so it was all good.

These are for you Sam.

Happy Veterans Day

To all the men and women who have served, or are serving in the United States military....THANK-YOU.

...we miss you Sam, every second of every day.

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October Unprocessed

For a family that prides itself (ok, mostly I pride myself) in eating a healthy homemade diet we sure do have a lot of frozen pizzas in the house. And last month, during college boy's summer vacation, there was actually a box of....cue the gasp...corn dogs in the freezer (thanks Wilson;) So when I stumbled upon this challenge on Eating Rules blog, it sounded like just what we needed to getting back on the road to completely ditching the prepared (aka processed) foods we continue to buy. It doesn't hurt that Wilson is back at school so only Annie will have to put up with our idiosyncrasies. (we really miss you Wilson...honest)

Our biggest problem with this challenge is the timing. Our garden is in transition from summer to winter crops so not a lot of produce will be fresh home-grown stuff. We do have winter squash, sweet potatoes, and black beans coming out of the garden...so soups will definitely be on the menu...and we've got quite a bit of home-canned and frozen goodies. Guess we'll just have to hit the Farmers Market on a more regular basis and keep our trips to the grocery store to a minimum... staying on the outer aisles.

This will be a good exercise to see just how much processed foods we actually are eating. I think when you have a lot of fruits and veggies around it seems ok to have a bag of Kettle chips in the cupboard to snack on (hey, they're GMO free). It'll be interesting to see what we miss the most and if it's possible to duplicate those items with home-made versions.

Turkeys Can't Fly...

...but they can hop. This is what we've been waking up to since we moved a rabbit hutch next to the tool room a few days ago.

Problem is....he can't quite figure out how to get down. I had to climb up and drop him onto the bunny cage; at least he figured it out from there:)

ps. we will be moving the hutch....soon!

What's up.....

...at the Garvers?

First day of school for dad and Annie...and last 'first day' for our high school senior.

Kitties are ready to go....now.

Steven next to the surviving tomato plants (he's 6'2").

New (for us) car....we love it!

(nice to have A/C, working windows and no deer hair in a broken headlight:)

Home-made catsup....the best ever!

Dad and Wilson trying out the new toy at the shooting range. (note to self...bring EXTRA ear protection next time)

...and painting Annies room.

Tomatoes!

I posted about our tomato woes on our other blog, and considering we are pulling out a sick plant pretty much every other day, we are harvesting quite a few tomatoes.....good thing we planted ALOT!

This one is called Gold Medal....or at least that was what it was supposed to be. This is NOT what we grew last year, and not what the seed package promised....but hey, it's big and was delicious.

Huh?

The comment button has disappeared.....not sure why....not sure anyone cares.....sigh.

(bit of an eeyore today, aren't I?;)

Peaches

Welcome summer! I think I can safely say that peaches are our families absolute favorite fruit (strawberries a close second:) We have planted several different varieties so that when they mature we should be able to eat tree-ripened fruit from June thru August. This is the first real harvest from our 4 yr. old Sun Crest tree, and we are thrilled. This is the peach made (relatively) famous by David Mas Masumoto in his book Epitaph for a Peach.

Sun Crest is one of the last remaining truly juicy peaches. When you wash that treasure under a stream of cooling water, your fingertips instinctively search for the gushy side of the fruit. Your mouth waters in anticipation. You lean over the sink to make sure you don't drip on yourself. Then you sink your teeth into the flesh and the juices trickle down your cheeks and dangle on your chin. This is a real bite, a primal act, a magical sensory celebration announcing that summer has arrived.

The family still farms organically on 80 acres south of Fresno and David Masumoto also writes a column for the Fresno Bee. Ironically, for a peach developed and grown in the Central Valley, we had to drive to the coast to find a tree to purchase. But we've not been disappointed; they are absolutely delicious peaches. Definitely worth the wait... and the drive!

Gobble Gobble...

Isn't our Tom Turkey quite impressive? He rarely goes into full macho mode but apparently today he felt like showing off.

It's been a busy couple of months, what with son's wedding, Mom in the hospital, visits from relatives, working in the garden, cars breaking down...you get the picture (and probably have a similar busy life). Anyway, hopefully I'll have a moment or two this week to sit down and write something a bit more substantial (like how many mentally ill people there are on Facebook;) till then... happy summer!

Happy Day!

Just one of the reasons I've been neglectful on this blog lately....our oldest son Bradley got married last weekend to a lovely young lady....and we are thrilled. Brad and Laurel will be living in a cute little fourplex just a few blocks from us (we've promised no pop-ins) .

Photographs by Heather Chandler Nickell and Jamie Nickell

Our Hero

People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. -- George Orwell

Come Home Soon

Take Care Son...

...we are so proud of you.

Our son Sam surprised us last month by coming home for a visit during Easter vacation. He hadn't planned on coming home until sometime mid-deployment so we were thrilled to be able to spend some time with him. He ships out to Iraq in the next few days and tho we've known about it for months, I find myself in tears at odd times during the day lately....a good country song will do it every time, or a commercial that features a soldier, or a random memory about him that a friend posts on Facebook. Nothing in particular and everything in general reminds me that our son will be in harms way for the next 365 days. When he walked in the door last month, our world brightened ...and for just those two weeks our worries subsided.

Playing our favorite family game....

....that's not a word.

Wilson and Sam playing with the toy gun...

...and thankfully shooting at targets, not my glass candle holders.

(oh yeah, they can't ....he shot them all when he was 7!).

Easter lunch at the other Garvers.

Laurel and Brad.

Never too old for an Easter egg hunt!

Annie and Abel.

The Garver Men.

Playing Rock Band...

...fixing an old bike...

...and sitting on the roof.

We miss you already Sam.