Spied more than one of these on the creek bank. Thinking I may put long pants on some cool morning and go see if it has layered itself. Wouldn’t a bunch of these look nice way up front in the shade?
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do,I’m half crazy all for the love of you.It won’t be a stylish marriage,I can’t afford a carriage,But you’d look sweet upon the seatOf a bicycle made for two. Read more: Henry Dacre – Daisy, Daisy [bicycle Built For Two] Lyrics | MetroLyrics
A text I received from Daughter C this morning. I’d mentioned to her last evening how pretty all of the flowers she planted a few years ago were. Next up, photos of the grapes, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, and apple trees she and The J-Man planted.
Mississippi sweet potato growers plant more than 20,000 acres of sweet potatoes each year. The state consistently ranks second in the United States in sweet potato acreage and third in production. In 2012, sweet potatoes were grown on approximately 22,500 acres, producing 394 million pounds of sweet potatoes with an estimated value of $79 million. Mississippi State
It’s almost time to pick and dry the oregano that will satisfy our oregano needs this coming winter. There’s comfort in that. Meanwhile, we still have 27 pints of stewed tomatoes from last year. Many of the freezer bags say, “stewed with oreg.” Mr. Big Food tells me that if we still have frozen stewed
The state of Western Civilization notwithstanding, today will be even gloriouser than yesterday. Pax vobiscum.
Mom always says, don’t wish your life away. Still… . Stay warm!
When was it– two years ago? The J-man & Daughter C put in two muscadine grape vines. And then last year, another two. Last year we each had a handful. This year we’ll have enough to make jelly, or maybe wine! This is just the first picking. They are delicious. (Yes, yes. I know not
This was Daughter C’s idea. We had, up in the workshop, a perfectly nice old enamel topped segment of kitchen cupboard that we brought with us from Cincinnati. It was in the basement in Cincy and we thought enough of it to tote it to Miss’ippi. Daughter C suggested that it might find purpose in
It’s Early May. Time to dry some herb.
We had a storm yesterday that blew most of the sunflowers in the front yard black-eyed-pea-melon-okra-patch slam over. Today, after it dried out a bit, Miss M and I got out there with some stakes and some string and some duck tape and tried to make things right, again. (You can see the duck tape
Aunt Hattie’s Red Okra on top of Mississippi Purple Blackeyed Peas on top of Mississippi Silver Backeyed Peas. Right colorful, wouldn’t you say? Aunt Hattie’s Red Okra is one of our favorites. Here’s the blurb at New Hope Seed Company from which it comes: 65 days This is an old heirloom red okra from the
Frankly, I think they are not so much purple as TRUE MAROON, but I admit to being biased in favor of TRUE MAROON vs. purple. Pictured above are the handful of blackeyed peas I didn’t shell today. They were at the bottom of the basket I picked this morning. We are at peak blackeye
Not all plants thrive in the dead of a Mississippi summer, but those that do, do with great abandon.
Leaving Memphis on I55S this afternoon at about 2:30 or so the thermometer in the truck read 101. It was hot. It’s about eight hours later and– I kid you not– the curtains are blowing in the cool breeze here at the Farm. I would like to report that a storm rolled through but that
There’s the tiller in the bed I was tilling. (Look at that sky!) There’s the snake in the tiller this morning. It’s dead. I’m inserting a page break. It’s not really as messy as it is sad. And there is a great photo of a strawberry. So proceed at your own risk.
“I’m half crazy all for the love of you.” Try and get that out of your head if you can. I dare you!