EverlyFinch
@everlyfinch.bsky.social
Storyteller/writer, baker, introvert, dog lover, gardener, artist and naturalist
Haven’t made a chess pie in a long time. I am making pecan pie and a tart cherry pie for Thanksgiving dinner. I just might make one of these too.
November 22, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Haven’t made a chess pie in a long time. I am making pecan pie and a tart cherry pie for Thanksgiving dinner. I just might make one of these too.
I would have liked Truman. I tend to like unlikeable people. Sagittarius to the bone.
November 12, 2025 at 7:31 PM
I would have liked Truman. I tend to like unlikeable people. Sagittarius to the bone.
Never hit anyone. Selling off antiques on eBay and decided to sell this old fortune teller’s card. So, would you ever club someone? I decided I would if I caught someone mistreating an animal.
November 8, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Never hit anyone. Selling off antiques on eBay and decided to sell this old fortune teller’s card. So, would you ever club someone? I decided I would if I caught someone mistreating an animal.
First frost and had to scramble to get all of my citrus trees up. I have a closet built into the side of my house where they spend the winter with grow lights. The mandarins broke the stem by too many fruits. The Ponderosa lemon got in the way. Some thorns are 4” long and plants too big. Oh well.
October 31, 2025 at 5:22 PM
First frost and had to scramble to get all of my citrus trees up. I have a closet built into the side of my house where they spend the winter with grow lights. The mandarins broke the stem by too many fruits. The Ponderosa lemon got in the way. Some thorns are 4” long and plants too big. Oh well.
I saw a special about a southern chef who has a restaurant and is famous. I can’t remember her name. A story she told was about middlins, the broken, leftover pieces of rice slaves would gather to eat. I was so surprised to see these in Fresh Market the other day.
October 19, 2025 at 7:22 PM
I saw a special about a southern chef who has a restaurant and is famous. I can’t remember her name. A story she told was about middlins, the broken, leftover pieces of rice slaves would gather to eat. I was so surprised to see these in Fresh Market the other day.
First rain in more than thirty days. This fall has been unusually hot.
October 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
First rain in more than thirty days. This fall has been unusually hot.
Maypop, i.e. wild passion flower. I never knew. They are growing in my lower garden. Read up on them. Native Americans ate them and supposedly the fruit tastes like expensive passion fruit from the store. Since I couldn’t garden this summer in the beds next to the lake, I guess some seeds started.
October 1, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Maypop, i.e. wild passion flower. I never knew. They are growing in my lower garden. Read up on them. Native Americans ate them and supposedly the fruit tastes like expensive passion fruit from the store. Since I couldn’t garden this summer in the beds next to the lake, I guess some seeds started.
If the other side of the universe hears me and makes my dreams come true, why has my summer sucked so bad? Maybe this container is empty.
September 20, 2025 at 9:55 PM
If the other side of the universe hears me and makes my dreams come true, why has my summer sucked so bad? Maybe this container is empty.
She asked for some pecans this morning.
August 9, 2025 at 6:35 PM
She asked for some pecans this morning.
Tried all summer to lure hummingbirds to my feeder. Finally got one.
August 6, 2025 at 5:17 PM
Tried all summer to lure hummingbirds to my feeder. Finally got one.
The destroyer of tomatoes. They are hard to spot. They freeze and are camouflaged. This one is getting pitched down into the lower yard. It is lucky I don’t throw it in the lake.
July 26, 2025 at 5:51 PM
The destroyer of tomatoes. They are hard to spot. They freeze and are camouflaged. This one is getting pitched down into the lower yard. It is lucky I don’t throw it in the lake.
Haven’t baked any bread lately. This was a cocoa, dried cherry loaf inspired of course by none other than the GOAT, Seamus Blackley.
June 27, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Haven’t baked any bread lately. This was a cocoa, dried cherry loaf inspired of course by none other than the GOAT, Seamus Blackley.
Never saw it again after I put it in the goldfish pond.
June 26, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Never saw it again after I put it in the goldfish pond.
How can someone, who hasn’t got time to work in her garden, fall and break her pelvis in three places? I can’t just let it go. I have so much to do!
June 19, 2025 at 3:53 AM
How can someone, who hasn’t got time to work in her garden, fall and break her pelvis in three places? I can’t just let it go. I have so much to do!
We own acreage on a mountain that had two old log cabins from pioneer days. They say you can find the front by finding flowers. This is an old one they brought with them from Europe. It’s amazing they made it across the Red River to Indian territory.
May 26, 2025 at 5:59 PM
We own acreage on a mountain that had two old log cabins from pioneer days. They say you can find the front by finding flowers. This is an old one they brought with them from Europe. It’s amazing they made it across the Red River to Indian territory.
My oldest granddaughter is seventeen. I bought her Billie Eilish tickets. She asked who my favorite concert was. Frank Zappa. “Who’s that?”😳
May 26, 2025 at 3:26 AM
My oldest granddaughter is seventeen. I bought her Billie Eilish tickets. She asked who my favorite concert was. Frank Zappa. “Who’s that?”😳
A goose with a hurt foot called me till I went out to feed it. Lo and behold, a pigeon I’ve been trying to commune with for two weeks, was there and I fed it too. It flew up on my head and I got in a tickle. Made my summer. We don’t have them here and it hangs with the ducks.
May 25, 2025 at 6:43 PM
A goose with a hurt foot called me till I went out to feed it. Lo and behold, a pigeon I’ve been trying to commune with for two weeks, was there and I fed it too. It flew up on my head and I got in a tickle. Made my summer. We don’t have them here and it hangs with the ducks.
Weenies with oregano and strawberries.
May 23, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Weenies with oregano and strawberries.
My three littles just taking a walk and not even scared of Bigfoot. Seems not a thespian in the group. Some of the grandkids are going to the farm this weekend to fish and look around.
May 9, 2025 at 3:35 AM
My three littles just taking a walk and not even scared of Bigfoot. Seems not a thespian in the group. Some of the grandkids are going to the farm this weekend to fish and look around.
I love/live for interesting factoids.
May 8, 2025 at 4:30 PM
I love/live for interesting factoids.
Raindrops on roses. Planted these last summer. They smell heavenly. I’m not religious, but excited for the white smoke at the Vatican.
May 8, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Raindrops on roses. Planted these last summer. They smell heavenly. I’m not religious, but excited for the white smoke at the Vatican.
My middle daughter is following in my footsteps. She cooks and bakes, has chickens and is now starting to can. She made pickled redbuds. Yes, the berries from a redbud tree. I have never heard of this in my decades of canning. Learn something new everyday.
April 21, 2025 at 4:10 PM
My middle daughter is following in my footsteps. She cooks and bakes, has chickens and is now starting to can. She made pickled redbuds. Yes, the berries from a redbud tree. I have never heard of this in my decades of canning. Learn something new everyday.
Woke up to reflections from the lake. I sleep with curtains open. Don’t like it dark. My sister slept with eye covers and pitch black. I like the play of light across the back of house.
April 8, 2025 at 6:44 PM
Woke up to reflections from the lake. I sleep with curtains open. Don’t like it dark. My sister slept with eye covers and pitch black. I like the play of light across the back of house.
Turtles waiting for food. Gander goes hurriedly to see what his lady goose is fussing about. She’s standing over her nest hooting.
March 30, 2025 at 8:24 PM
Turtles waiting for food. Gander goes hurriedly to see what his lady goose is fussing about. She’s standing over her nest hooting.
This lemon-sized strawberry is probably the last one for a time. They came from California, but wonder who picked them? I know we’ll be getting hit with dump’s tariffs. I’m going to plant the green tops to see if they root.
March 5, 2025 at 10:44 PM
This lemon-sized strawberry is probably the last one for a time. They came from California, but wonder who picked them? I know we’ll be getting hit with dump’s tariffs. I’m going to plant the green tops to see if they root.