More geocaching

 

I added some poster edges to jazz up the image of this one to make it look more artsy fartsy

We managed to get out and about with our continued pursuit of junk in plastic containers.

This is to show the variance in sizes of the caches we have located so far.

This one demonstrates how tiny they can be.  We needed a tweezers to pull the log out on this one. 

It was impossible to enter Da Keeffes (our geocache name) so he just left it as DK.

Some of them however are quite large and hold lots of treasures that the geocachers refer to as SWAG.  I'm not sure what that means...and I'm not sure I want to.

Here's a sample of a bigger one.  There was one in here with a travel bug tag on it that I desperately wanted to take with me, but since we don't move on until mid January it is bad ettiquette to keep it non-moving for so long.

However, this is one we will be revisiting with the grandkids and if it's still there it's MINE and it will find a new home in the middle of the desert near Quartzite.  I haven't found any travel bugs to relocate yet, so that will be exciting.

I'm also putting together one to launch into the world, but still working on the "theme" and story I want to use.  It's so much fun....a strange way to have fun, but it works for us.

Long Live the Queen of Cache

No blog today - just a note to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and hope that all are happy and healthy and having a great day.

This is yet another bogus photo from the Queen.  I wanted to decorate this lovely cactus the way I had seen in a nearby neighborhood.  So, I added graphics of beachballs for ornaments, that seemed appropriate. 

Then, thanks to Sue Retzlaff's class, I added a little snow to give it that Christmas spirit.

Long Live the Queen of Christmas
 

It's a wonderful life

It's harder to get into the Christmas spirit here in Arizona, maybe it's due to the lack of snow.  Maybe it's because I'm Jewish, who knows.

I had a nostalgic throwback at the grocery store yesterday when I saw the lefse.  "Look!" I shouted to Left Brain. "Now I know it's Christmas for sure, because they always had lefse during the holidays back in Wisconsin also."

He very calmly glanced at it, read the label and informed me it was not lefse...it was tortillas.  Oh well.

On our walk I saw this little gem and just had to take a photo of it.  Yup.  Nothing screams "Merry Christmas" like a fat white guy gazing down on the baby Jesus.

Unless it's a fat white Jewish woman doing the same thing. 

I'm sure we had lots of people cruising past in their golf carts wondering what I was doing in the nativity scene.

This one was my favorite as I recalled the song about a surry with the fringe on top.

Long Live the Queen of Frankenstein and Manure, or something like that


 

It's pretty relaxed down here in Arizona.  My holiday preparations are all done.  Actually, I didn't have any to do, so that was pretty easy.

We're having Christmas dinner with Bill and Mary and some other friends here at Carriage Manor and I'll be bringing the potatoes and gravy.

The other day we did some running about chasing after geocaches and had lunch while out. 

Then I did some more sewing and am trying to perfect my pattern for the notepad cover that allows room for a cell phone and a pen as well.  I'm on my fourth version, so it should come together pretty soon.

Long Live the Queen of Non-Frenzy

What's cooking?

In my prior life I never did much with spice and seasoning...but we're Texans now so I got with the program and learned to embrace jalapenos.

Never did I believe that I would feel a need to always have on hand:  a jar of chopped jalapenos, dice tomatoes with green chilies and an abundance of chili seasoning.

I prefer using the jarred jalapenos because I've read the process of cleaning them required plastic gloves, being careful not to touch your eyes during the process, and so on.

But I didn't think using the jarred variety was the same, even though there are seeds in there.

Being a clean freak in the kitchen (my friends will attest to my displeasure of messy hands) I always scrub up before starting.


Pizza just isn't pizza without jalapenos

So it goes without saying that I always wash my hands after using the bathroom.

But today I learned a vital lesson. 

If you are working with these peppers and need to use the bathroom - wash your hands BEFORE using the facilities as well as after. 

I don't believe I need to go into any unsavory details here, I'm just saying.....be careful.

Long Live the Queen of Warnings

Goodbye to the helicopter

Left Brain loves flying his helicopters, or at least the one he has left. 

It appears that the medium sized one took off on it's own during a burst of wind and the last he saw it was heading out past a grove of palm trees. 

The wreckage has not been located and it's believed there were no survivors.

Long Live the Queen of Crashes



 

The art of improvisionation

 

I've always prided myself on being able to find a creative solution to every problem.

When living in an RV it is crucial that each item you carry with you can do double duty.  There's just not a lot of storage for specialty gadgets.  Okay, except for the really tiny ones that I have to have like my strawberry huller.

I've learned to use pop bottles in place of a rolling pin, although I did finally purchase one because it fit in the baking drawer.  It could double as a weapon I suppose.

But I need to thank the Divine Miss M for this one.

Left Brain was outside getting the grill ready for our supper and the charcoal was a bit damp or old of what ever, it wouldn't spart.  He came in asking if I had anything flammable.

After thinking of our options I recalled that my friend used brandy to torch various dishes and suggested he try that.  I torch some of my creations also, but not on purpose like she does.  Of course then she does have a little blow torch in the kitchen for some of this.  I swear, that girl scares me sometimes.

Anyway, I digress.  He did voluntarily give up some of his brandy for the cause...the fire lit and the grilled pork tenderloin was fabulous.

We both had been craving acorn squash but couldn't find any.  But I found something labeled down here as kabocha squash.  Hmmmm.  Looked like an acorn squash to me, and after adding my butter and brown sugar it sure tasted the same.

Another food we couldn't find down here was rhutabaga.  We like to slice it and eat it raw with some salt.  But then Sister Mary took me shopping to a fabulous vegetable place and I found something called jicama.  It's very popular in Mexico looks totally disgusting - kind of brown and wrinkled and nasty looking. 

I peeled, sliced and served with salt for our snacks the other night.  It taste like a cross between a potato, kohlrabi and rhutabaga so it's a keeper.

There are so many new foods that I've been exposed to...like I need to find more foods I like.  Let's just say the weight loss has not been on track, but I'm still hoping that happens as we continue to settle into our new life.

Long Live the Queen of Improv

A little excitement in the park today

The day started out with our pickleball lesson and a little play.  I continued for one more game and Left Brain went home to trim the grapefruit tree and gather the recycling.  After the play was done I went into the dog park to meet and greet and scratch my furry friends. 

After a lunch of pulled pork on tortillas and some chips and cheese we headed out with the GPS in search of some geocaches.

The first find was very tricky but after reading the clues and other peoples logs we finally found it.  It was suspended in one of the posts by a chain.  Yikes, this was a tricky one.

We went on to find a couple more of them, not as hard to locate but some were a bit messy on the clothing and involved crawling around the base of the trees.  I like to let Left Brain take over on those.

look at all that great SWAG!

This was our first outing with our new Garmin Oregon 550t.  There is a camera built in so we can document our finds as we score. 

It took a bit of a learning curve to figure out how to use it, but as Left Brain keeps telling me, perhaps I should read the instructions.

Again I want to thank Tom and Kay for their expert teaching.


We would have been totally clueless with this gadget without their jump- starting our experience.  Now I have to remember to go back into the website and add my notes.

But the real excitement was after we got back and noticed a police helicopter circling over our park.  Then there was the squad car and the police officer checking the dumpsters.  Hmmm.  Maybe we were attracting too much attention to ourselves as we roamed about the area looking for caches?

But then we could hear the loudspeaker from the chopper announcing they were looking for a white male with a red shirt and tan pants.  

It sounded like the person was wearing handcuffs, but I couldn't be sure.

Oh THERE he is!  I told Left Brain he should go into the RV or at least change his shirt.

I guess they had bigger issues on their agenda than looking for two senior citizens playing with their GPS.

Long Live the Queen of Geocaching

It DOES rain in Arizona!

I thought I would never see rain again, but lo and behold the heavens opened up and it came down ...and down.. and down.  It felt good to hear it on the roof and we sure needed it around here.

The skies got dark and the wind picked up and then it turned cold.  From what I understand we are now in the "official" winter season.

But it's not snow and putting on a pair of sweats is kind of comfy anyway.

It was the perfect night to make my new favorite pizza:  pepperoni, jalepeno and pineapple.  The Divine Miss M introduced me to this and it's all I want anymore.  Luckily you can get this in the south without any problems.

The cooler weather is also good for sewing and I've been busy on creating more storage room.  I read in a Motorhome magazine that if you take an over the door canvas shoe holder and cut them apart you can create storage for on the side of the bed.

The platform for the bed extends about 4" on both sides so that was another 4" I had missed!  So I chopped them up and added some duck (type of fabric) to the top so I had more space to attach them to the bed.

The instructions had some kind of overly involved system with attaching grommets, cording and screws...I opted to use double stick velcro instead because, well...I'm lazy.

It's been fun doing some work with the machine and I have a couple of other projects I'll share when they are finished.

Long Live the Queen of Rainy Cold Weather

Life is so sad right now

We've both been moping around the RV today with very little ambition.  The news of the murder of all those children and the brave adults who tried to save them has deflated everyone's spirits.

Add to that the cold and constant rain we've been having and things just seem dismal right now.  We were going to go see a movie just to get out but couldn't find the spirit to leave the house.

I did some sewing, but mostly it's just been a quiet day watching the news and wondering "why" and when will this end? 

The blog will continue in a day or two when the numbness wears off.

Long Live the Queen of Gun Control

The Addams Family

We went to see the broadway musical The Addams Family last Wednesday.  Sister Mary joined us, which seemed appropriate as her last name is Adams.  I've included a trailer to give you a little preview of what we enjoyed.  The set design was incredible and the scene changes flawless.  It's so good to be parked near a city again and be able to enjoy this type of entertainment!

 

She shared a story with us that when their son, Jon, was little he had started to sign his last name as Addams since the show was very popular on TV at the time.  The theme song is also on his phone as one of the many ringtones. That was fun to learn.  We just can't do as much with our last name.

This was held at the Gammage theatre in the Arizona State University, a beautiful facility.  We arrived early to get good parking and then walked over to Chipotle's for supper before the performance.

It was a fun evening out, something we seldom do as we like to be tucked in about 8:00 with TV and reading.  We're such slugs!  But we try to make ourselves get out and about to take in the sights when we can.

The pickleball lessons continue and I do think we're getting the hang of it now.  We've joined the park's pickleball club even though we will not be here for the season.  We just wanted to show our gratitude for the expert instructions we were given to learn this sport.  Our teacher has over 30 years of coaching experience at the school he used to work at, so the lessons are well designed and executed flawlessly.  Such a blessing.

I've had a bit of tummy trouble lately and I wonder if it's from all the Indian food and curry dishes I've been finding, as well as the Cajun Jambalaya soup from Safeway.  We're going out to eat with Bill and Mary tonight, and I think the batterfried fish will be a welcome relief to the over indulgence of spicy food I've been enjoying.  Kind of scary when you think of something deep fried as easier on the stomach, right?

We also experienced a new and exciting phenomenon last night - RAIN!  It sounded so good to hear the pitter patter of raindrops on the metal roof of the RV. I've always loved that sound.  I was just starting to think I'd never see rain again.

So, since it's an overcast day today Left Brain and I will hit the flea market and maybe take in a movie.  I should have gone to my writers group but just couldn't get motivated to attend, so I'm playing hookey.  It's so nice to be able to do that - just take in what you want and let things that don't feel right pass on by.

Long Live the Queen of Raindrops

I am a karaoke survivor

I've always admired those who can sing.  I love to sing, but I've never been sure if it was a pleasing sound to others or not.  Mostly I've never cared, but when I learned about the Karaoke Club in the park, I just had to check it out. 

There was a time in my dark past when I did karaoke...one time.  It was in Florida while visiting our friends Vern and Lorraine that we found ourselves in a bar with karaoke.  Lorraine and I decided to sing a duet and signed up.  I then began to pour as much alcohol down my throat as possible and still be able to stand up, looking for some liquid courage.

We got up on stage (barely) and proceeded to belt out our tune of "Stop...in the name of love".  Let's just say it was not a pretty sight and our husband's disavowed any knowledge of who we were.  I cannot hear that song without cringing to this day.  So what the hell was I thinking when I agreed to attend the karaoke club meeting?

I thought it would be a small group of people who would show me how this was done and we'd all sing together and have a good time.  Nope.  It was like walking into a lounge.  The tables were full of people settled in with drinks and snacks, waiting to hear the singers.  I had flashbacks of the scene from the Blues Brothers where the patrons started to throw bottles at the band on stage.  Every instinct said to run away, but like a moth drawn to the flame that would destroy it, I chose a song and signed up.

Thankfully they had some Patsy Cline numbers that I always thought sounded good while singing in a car ...alone ...with the windows rolled up.  So I chose "Crazy" for my first song.  It seemed an appropriate choice.  While waiting for my turn in the spotlight I watched others who I'm sure must be professional singers in the community.  Jeez...this was a stupid idea.

Way too soon I heard my name and tentatively worked my way to the front of the room.  Holy crap!  What do you do with the microphone?  I've never done this, never held one.  Then I faced the karaoke screen, waited for the into to my song and tried not to think about it.

Suddenly all the words in the first verse popped up on the screen.  Do I start now?  The intro is still playing.  What do I do!  Visions of standing on top of a bridge with a bungee cord attached to one foot and being told to jump flashed in my mind.  I knew what to do but not sure when to go, of if I even wanted to anymore.  But here we are....all those eyes watching and waiting.

Then the color of the words changed as the song began and I got it.  Oh...the color changes when you should sing that particular word.  This is better.  I opened my mouth and sang the first word, appropriately it was "crazy", and prayed that sound would come out.  Would this be like those nightmares where you try to scream but can't make a sound?  But I heard someone singing...holy crap...it was me!

Alright, we've started the song...my heart is hammering against my chest and I notice there are no paramedics standing by.  I mean, come on...they have them at rodeos and other dangerous events.  Not even a defibrillator machine on the wall?  I'm working without a net here!

About half way into the song my hands started shaking so bad I could barely maintain a grip on the microphone.  Why is this song so long?  I don't remember it going on and on like this, are they playing it twice? By now I've lost all touch with reality and the knees are beating out a bongo that doesn't belong with the song at all.

I'm not worried about singing in front of a crowd at all now, nope.  I just hope to high heaven I don't wet my pants and totally embarrass myself.  Mercifully the song finally winds down to the finish and I spin around and chuck the microphone like it was some kind of poisonous snake.

Is that applause I hear?  Maybe it's their sense of relief that this torture is over for them as well.  It's the closest I've come to having an out of body experience.  Several people tell me it was real nice and I did a good job.  Sure, they'll say anything to the fat lady who's face is crimson and on the verge of a panic attack.

After collapsing into my seat and coming to grips with myself I am comforted with knowing I'll never have to do that again.  Or so I thought.  It seems when you sign up you are on a rotation.  Another lady nearby advises me to do it again, it gets better each time.  Holy crap.

As ludicrous as it sounds, I picked out another tune.  This time it was "Falling to Pieces"...appropriate for this strange evening.  I'm sure it sounded any better than the first one, but it did feel a little less life-threatening.

There was time for one more before the night wrapped up and I spotted "Hello Muddah" by Alan Sherman.  Finally, a song written by a Jew!  A comedy!  This I could do...and I did.  Not having to do more than a cursory glance at the prompter I was able to make eye contact with the audience and get into hamming it up a bit.  I'll inclue a snippet of that song from my childhood here for you to enjoy.  Don't worry, it's not me singing!

So I was able to end the night on a high note, so to speak and felt lighthearted as I walked back to the RV.  The bad part was being so pumped full of adrenlin that it was 3:00am before I was able to fall asleep.  But it was worth it.  Now I understand how it works.  I know the audience is kind and gentle.  And we haven't had a request to leave the park yet this morning, so all is well.

Long Live the Queen of Karaoke

 

Left Brain and I were at the mall the other day doing a little shopping and true to form, he wandered off again.  I swear that man can disappear faster than a teenager when it's time to clean their room.

 

At first I was upset and and then I started to get worried.  Perhaps he had went home, forgetting I was with him.  I mean, our minds are starting to go.

 

But, he always has his phone on him so I called him to find out his whereabouts.  In a very calm voice he said "Honey, you remember that jewelry store we passed by before, the one with the exquisite diamond necklace that I said we couldn't afford to buy?"

 

OMG!  He's buying me a surprise Channukah/Christmas gift!  I was so thrilled.  I choked up a bit and tried not to cry as I said "yes, I remember."

 

And then he tells me "Well, I'm in the bar right next to it."

 

Yup....that's my Left Brain.

 

Long Live the Queen of the Mall

 

 

Goofing off

It occurs to me I haven't written anything for a while and fear not...nothing's wrong.  I've just been too busy chasing around having fun to sit down and write.   Channukah starts today and Christmas is just around the corner and soon another year will start.  It's so easy to lose track of time and the seasons here, as well as my glasses and keys.  That is what prompted me to post this lovely photo of a "holy cow".  I hope this image doesn't frighten Left Brain, who is a recovering Catholic.

The cooking continues and I've now mastered stuffed peppers.  After taking the time to read the online recipes (something I seldom ever did) I now realize you have to boil the peppers before you stuff them!  No wonder my previous attempts were so pathetic.  I had some leftover "stuffings" that I froze and will use that later to create some stuffed pepper soup.  That will be yummy!  I just love soup of any kind.

This is the ham and aspargus strata I made with the leftover ham and aspargus.  We've also started a new tradition called the "moving omelet" where anything left over in the fridge is used up in one big and sometimes odd omelet before we move to the next location. The kids will remember this as Left Brain's famous "camper breakfast".

I now own my own pickleball paddle and six balls, Left Brain still needs to go pick his out.

There is a writer's group that meets once a week here and I went to my first meeting on Friday.  It's a delightful group of ladies and I have my first assignment for next week.  It's so much easier to write with a prompt than just trying to pull something out of thin air.

The Arizona room is set up and the sewing frenzy has begun.  It feels good to be messing around with fabric and fiber and have books spread out all around me.  I hoarded, er...I mean stocked up on...some fat quarters from Joanne's the other day.  I only meant to buy three for another project I want to try but they were 99 cents instead of the usual $2 so I bought some "extras".

I finally got to synagogue this last Saturday, it's beautiful and the people are friendly but it just made me homesick for my little shul back home.  There are some friends from the shul back home who are living quite close to me here in Mesa and I hope to hook up with them soon.

Today I go to get a massage and then there is a football gathering for supper.  I'm contributing to the feast with my pumpkin bars for desert.  I love baking and it's nice to have an opportunity to share with other people so there's not so much of it sitting around here to tempt me.

Left Brain keeps watching for the sales on GPS so we can do some more geocaching again before the kids come for Christmas.  We want to introduce them to this sport.

And I saw a sign up for the karaoke club...hmmm.  I do love to sing and have fears of doing karaoke, so that might be a good thing to join also.

I'll close with a photo of one of the lastest sunsets here at our park and then I gotta go get dressed and get on my way!  Places to go...things to do!

Long Live the Queen of Abundance

 

Mastering cooking I'd long given up on!

When I lived on the reservation in Canada (another story for another time), one of my biggest treats was the Indian fry bread that my ex-husband's mother used to make.

She tried to teach me, but I need a recipe and she was from the "you just throw some of this and grab a handful of that" kind of approach.

But now I've found a recipe that tastes just like I remember and for supper I prepared Indian Tacos.  Well, more like Indian tostadas as I didn't make them large enough to fold over.  But the fry bread was oh so yummy!

Indian fry bread is the Native American counterpart to the Mexican tortilla, another staple we seem to eat a lot of in our new life.  It is thicker and more substantial than a tortilla, delicious and very filling. 

This recipe calls for the authentic ingredients and I believe this was the big difference.  You may have similar memories of your mother, or in my case my grandmother, cooking with lard.  Yup, they still sell it and it's cheaper than the Crisco.
The other part is using the dry milk.   Refrigeration was a luxury most of us didn't have and so dry milk was often substituted.

You will need the following:
4 cups all purpose unbleached flour
1 heaping tsp baking powder (don't use that old stuff, make sure it's fresh!)
3/4 cup instant dry milk
1 tsp salt
2 - 2 1/2 cups warm water
Lard, for frying

In a large bowl, mix together the flour, baking powder, dry milk, and salt.  Add the warm water and mix, using just enough to form a soft dough; cover and set aside for 2 - 3 hours.

Turn the dough onto a floured board and knead for one minute.  Shape the dough into a log and cut into 12 even pieces.  Using a floured rolling pin, roll out into 5 inch rounds.

Heat the lard to 360 degrees in a cast-iron skillet 1/2 deep.  I used my regular fry pan and it was fine.  I would suspect you could use a fry daddy also with good results, they would just be a bit smaller.

Fry the dough pieces, one at a time, for 1 - 2 minutes on each side until slightly browned.  Drain and cool on paper towels.  Makes one dozen.

I divided this recipe into half for the two of us, as fry bread isn't good after it cools and sits too long.

After they were drained and ready I piled on some shredded lettuce, tomatos, onions, taco meat, cheese and salsa.

We had had Navajo Tacos once while traveling through the Black Hills and I do believe mine were even better!

Long Live the Queen of Fry Bread

Thank G-d for Aleve!

Perhaps I'm getting too old to have this much fun?  But it sure was worth it at the moment(s), it made me feel so alive and young and active.  Until the muscles cooled down and I could hardly move again.

Monday we started our day by attending the 9:00 am Pickleball lessons.  This is something I've wanted to do since I first learned about it two years ago in Texas.  At that time I was too busy learning about line dancing to pursue it, so now was our big chance.

Pickleball was started in 196 by Congressman Joel Pritchard in Bainbridge Island WA.  They had wanted to play badminton but nobody could find the shuttlecock, so they improvised and created this new sport.

It's a combination of badminton, tennis and table tennis.  It uses a doubles badminton court, a tennis net that is 2" lower than normal, a hard paddle and a wiffle ball.

The advantages of this for children and seniors (they really are one and the same!) is the smaller court size, about one-third of a tennis court and a slower speed, again about one-third the speed of a tennis ball.

We met up with our instructor and he started us out with learning how to serve.  Then we progressed to the forehand and backhand strokes.  At the end of the session we were ready to leave but another couple needed two more people to play with, so we jumped in with our new found knowledge.

This was perfect, since we were able to put it all together with the scoring (which is kind of weird, but now makes sense) and our new skills.  It was a blast!  Left Brain isn't so sure, this might be a little tough on his joints.  I'm already envisioning finding pickle theme fabric to make a pickleball game bag for my new equipment.  I haven't bought any just yet.  The instructor allows you to check his out and there's another lady in the park who will lend us her paddles while we're here.  Then when we know which weight paddles and such we like the best we can make our purchases.

I had just enough time to fix a light lunch and rest up a bit before the 12:30 line dancing.  That seems to be coming back to me and is similar to the ones I'd learned before, but the instructor goes over and over it so much it's a little boring.  But, it still gets a good sweat worked up and burns some calories as well as being a lot of fun.

After a quick shower Sister Mary took me to a vegetable store where I filled up my cart with the lowest priced fruits and veggies I'd ever seen.

I know what I'll be doing tomorrow - chopping, slicing, dicing and cleaning veggies!

Long Live the Queen of the Pickleball Court

 

We are in Mesa AZ now

We are all settled into our new spot in Carriage Manor, Mesa AZ and finding our way.  Having arrived on Saturday, we haven't officially signed in yet to get all the rules and our name tags, but that will take place tomorrow.

The park is nice, with lots of activities and shopping malls everywhere you turn around!  What a far cry from some of the ....shall we say "sparse" surroundings in the recent past.

I thought it would be fun to bake bread...from scratch.  All went well except for one thing.  I didn't have the size pans they said to put it in, but I figured what I had would work.  I was wrong!  Instead of worrying about whether or not it would rise at all, it rocketed toward the sky in no time.  Perhaps setting it on the front dash in the full sunlight was not a good idea.  Perhaps stuffing it into too small pans was not a good idea.  But regardless of these set backs, it tasted good!

I'm taking the baking experience much more seriously.  My biscuits were awful and I read that you should always use fresh baking powder, so I checked the date on mine to see if it had expired.  Oh yes, it certainly did...in 1997.  So that got tossed out and a new can of Clabber Girl baking powder now awaits it's next challenge.

Left Brain's sister, Sister Mary, greeted us when we came in, helped us get settled and invited us over for the best roast beef dinner I've ever had.  This was bliss in itself and then she brought out the red velvet cake.  Mmmmm!

Today she entertained Left Brain by inviting him over for the Packer game and I graciously bowed out to make more room for those attending.  Oh, I am so self sacrificing....I was forced to see a movie, eat out and do some shopping.

I found an airbed to fit the cramped measurements of our pullout couch, so at least whoever is spending the night there will now be comfortable.

Our new digs in Carriage Manor has an Arizona room so there is a bit more wiggle room for when our company comes later in the month.  Right now it's handy for storing extra supplies and I've started to set up my sewing projects.

But tomorrow we learn how to play pickleball and then I have line dancing in the early afternoon, followed by an outing to a vegetable stand with Sister Mary.

More photos to come of the current set up later.

Long Live the Queen of Mesa