A March Day At Grandma’s

I do have more finds to post from a different day at my other grandma’s house and my great aunt’s house, but first, this day in March. πŸ™‚

It was a beautiful day! I planned to do some metal detecting at the lake, but my batteries died. So I decided to go in search of other treasure instead…

The sky was so beautiful!! I captured a lot of treasures through my lens on this day.

I looked behind me and saw the sky beginning to turn pink…

This was a true treasure to behold!

It left me in awe!

So much pink!!

Like a pink ribbon in the sky.

I couldn’t get enough of it. ❀

I probably took too many photos of it but I couldn’t help it. πŸ™‚

This was treasure enough for me. πŸ™‚

Also, if any of you have Instagram, I’d love to connect with you there! I have an account under my pen name/nickname of Penelope. Just click the little instagram icon I just added at the top of the sidebar (or click here if you are using the reader: https://www.instagram.com/peneloperoyalpayne/). (Dad, if you are reading this, you wondered about Instagram – there you go. 😊) I may start giving sneak peeks of my photography on there, and maybe some short videos. πŸ˜‰

Wonder Wednesdays: Oleomargarine Becomes Tickled Pink

Last time, we learned what oleomargarine is and how it’s made, and who made it. Today, we’ll explore the journey of acceptance in America. Because apparently, the American dairy farmers didn’t like having competition; they wanted to keep their monopoly. They wanted to stick it to the oleomargarine makers and went down a slippery slope to do it. (Sorry – you know that butter and margarine puns are going to happen. πŸ˜„)

In the 1870’s, oleomargarine came to the United States. A decade later, the dairy industry succeeded in helping make the Margarine Act, forcing margarine makers to get permits and such to make it and taxed it by two cents a pound, and later, ten cents a pound. (And if you were wondering, here is what it would be like if you account for inflation: $0.10 in 1880 β†’ $2.34 in 2018)

Six states decided to simply ban margarine altogether. Not surprisingly, one of them was Wisconson, the dairy state, where senatorΒ Joseph Quarles argued that butter should come from the life-giving milk, not the fat of the dead cow.

Some sources mentioned having political cartoons for this agenda, so I did a bit of research and found one:

To be fair, I didn’t really need much convincing – learning how it’s made (it is usually made out of hydrogenated vegetable oil instead of beef fat nowadays but still) is enough to make me choose butter. Surely arsenic didn’t go in it, that’s poison. Hopefully, it was lying about that. Although food coloring can come from disgusting sources. Anyway…

What followed is that dairy farmers wanted to stick it to the margarine producers and accused margarine makers of trying to mislead people by selling it as butter. Margarine is white after it is first made, and then dyed to look more like butter. So legislation was passed that margarine had to tint their product to a color other than yellow.Β  (Even though corn-fed cows produced white butter which was then dyed yellow.Β It’s like the pot calling the kettle black, except, the butter was calling the margarine yellow…Β πŸ˜†)

Several states even forced margarine makers to dye it a certain color – pink. These laws were later overturned. (Wisconsin was the last to do so in 1967.)

Thanks to the Great Depression and the butter shortage of World War Two, margarine slipped ahead of butter in popularity, and was no longer colored pink, but was tickled pink. However, around 2004, butter started to become more popular than margarine again, so I’m sure it’s now feeling blue.

And what’s fun is, Parkay actually made pink margarine as recently as 2002 – and blue margarine too!

How weird is that? And this concludes this edition of Wonder Wednesday. πŸ™‚

I’m Tickled Pink

The photo prompt from Dutch Goes the Photo this week is pink; I love wildflowers and flowers in general.

These are clover. There were a lot of them inhabiting my great-aunt’s backyard!

I was determined to get some shots before my mom mowed them. In this one, you can see a few white flowers as well.

I took this one so you could see how many of these clovers there were. There must have been hundreds if not thousands! I actually dug up a few to take home to see if I could get them to start growing here. (I don’t think my great aunt would have minded.)

And then I turned around and saw that there were pink miniature roses growing on the fence!

Here is a close-up of the bud that is just opening.



When taking my grandma to one of her doctor’s appointments, I saw a bunch of flowers planted outside to border a fountain. So beautiful!

Two different kinds of pink flowers! Though when I backed up and took the next photo to show the arrangement, these looked more purple than pink, haha.

The arrangement was quite lovely, though.

Here is the whole fountain.



One last photo… this one was taken during the spring, the same day as my new avatar. πŸ™‚ I’d like to thank Hannah for the inspiration – the awesome photo she took of her sister’s eyes through the leaves is why I tried this pose, haha. (And if you haven’t seen that post, I linked to it in her name – she has a great blog!) Turns out, it’s really hard to do this as a selfie… πŸ˜‚

Color Your World – Shocking Pink: Caterpillar And Pink Blossoms

In response to Color Your World – Shocking Pink: Here is a caterpillar I took photos of last spring, on pink blossoms. πŸ™‚ My goal was to get photos of the blossoms – which was not easy because I don’t like heights and I had to stand on a ladder to reach them – and finding the caterpillar up there was like icing on the cake. God really made my week by making sure that little guy was on the blooms at just the right time. 😊 I just wish I had centered the photo a little better; but in my defense, I was gripping the slightly shaky ladder for dear life with my left hand and my right hand was getting really tired of being held over my head and refused to do what I wanted… πŸ˜‚