Today, before the weather changes, Bob and I worked at digging up flower tubers.
The canna tubers were the hardest.
I was given a few tubers a couple summers ago and boy, oh boy, do those multiply and grow! It’s a good thing we plant them on huge planters–old stock tanks. Those raised beds are better than being on hands and knees.
Bob did most of the digging with a fork. I was trying to knock the dirt off the ones he gave to me. We ended up covered in soil.
All the stuff we moved will have to be moved again to put the cannas in a safe place for winter. Eventually the basement will be full of resting tubers, but not today.
Bob remembered his grandfather growing cannas in a rock garden in Illinois. I never saw one before I met Bob. It took me years to plant some of my own. I never liked the idea of having to dig them up each fall and replant them in the spring.
We have plenty to share. If you are nearby and want a few cannas of your own, just contact me and you can have a start on your spring planting.
Bob was the first one to tell me about this clotting agent. Years ago he asked me to save the pepper packets from our fast food order. He wanted them for his toolbox.
Black pepper will stop bleeding when applied to an open cut.
Many mechanics, farmers, and others who work with tools may know this trick,
Black pepper is naturally antibacterial so that’s another positive for this helpful aid.
I do not recommend this for a large wound, but those pesky small bleeding cuts seem suitable, especially when working far from other help.
I’ve known Bob to wrap a dirty rag around a cut and continue working after cutting himself. It had to be something big to get him in the house for help–oh yeah, if a cut was bloody when he got inside to help he often fainted. He hasn’t fainted at the sight of blood in a long time, so maybe he’s outgrown it.
Google for additional informational pepper uses–I’m no doctor, but I thought I’d pass along Bob’s suggestion.
A while back I saw our son, Russ, taking his son to look at Grandpa Bob’s old farm truck.
I couldn’t figure out what they were doing. It wasn’t until later that I found out that Russ was giving Harrison an education.
Russ was showing the hand crank in the truck door that worked the window.
It was something Grandpa had that none of their cars had. The crank was very interesting to Harrison.
I wonder what else we have around that would be considered ancient. I think that in the attic there’s a dial telephone that was attached to the wall by a cord. How in the world did we call on that phone without buttons?