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!
I love you, a bushel and a peck! A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck! A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap A barrel and a heap, and I’m talkin’ in my sleep. About you. About you! About you! My heart is leapin’! I’m having
We have a lot of lettuce. Want some?
That’s Jesse, out on the boat. See them? We had company this weekend. (That’s Daughter C spreading straw in the background; Brian worked.) People worked. See? And were rewarded. See? This photo surprised me! I had forgotten that Mr. Bow Tie had taken my camera. See? This is A Leland’s bean-corn-melon-squash garden. Some beans are
Wonderful, don’t you think?