Was was so busy watching Groundhog Day over & over & over again that I forgot to look to see what the Groundhog saw, but I can tell you that here on the Farm, it’s Spring. The J-Man said this morning that the birds were going crraaazy. And I’ve seen multiple– hundreds and thousands of–
I do not wish to burden you with too much personal information, so suffice it to say that when I can plant lettuce all afternoon garbed in little more than two pairs of socks, long johns, jeans, and a tank top… The real measure of Spring springing is, of course, what’s happening on Mr. Big Food’s grill:
It is also lettuce, onion, pea, and carrot planting day. Today… was an exploratory day. EDA.
I draw your attention to the last line on the page: Memorize this poem. The book is Our Language: First Book by Lida B. NcMurry and F.T. Norvell (1905). It is a beginning grammar / usage / reader covering such things as story telling, sentence and paragraph structure, capitalization, punctuation, and so forth. Throughout the
Whoever heard if dinosaurs eating table arrangements?
[I was going to say “Good Ole Boy” but we all know that just won’t work in this context.] Mr. Big Food: Mississippi State University– Mississippi’s flagship research university–College of Arts & Sciences Researcher of the Year Later this same day Mr. Big Food: Master Griller and proud grill owner. Just a Good Old Boy. Workin’
Evidence. Testify. That’s cherry jello down there on the bottom. With a small can of pineapple mixed in. And then a layer of whipped cream with cream cheese– I’m not kidding– and then chocolate pudding. There are variations. What other jello-pudding combinations can we think of?
So I’m just sitting here taking a break having a BIG bowl of ice cream because I’ve been running around preparing for the next BIG storm and I’m warm. (Long johns aren’t helping.)
Except on Drudge, you just don’t see this sort of juxtaposition every day.
1. Take dogs on run 2. Prepare for possible storm
THE PEEPERS ARE PEEPING!! That means it’s Spring. :- ) Poor Peepers. They’re going to get cold. :- (
We at Farther Along Farm try with all our might to be CiviliZed folk. We attend to where our knives and forks are situated. We worry about whether “grits” is singular or plural. Therefore, I will not let a little power outage stand in my way! I am going to be sensitive to the battery
I took several photographs of the fire for the first steak-on-the-grill-of-the-season. I liked this one the best, although this one was good, too. You can see Mr. Big Food through the window in this one. Have you noticed it’s staying light later? What a funny phrase, huh? “Staying light.” Oh. By the way– the steak
You should see how clear the sky is right now! I’m taking that as a sign from God. But just to be on the safe side– because a healthy dose of skepticism is always warranted when dealing with the philosophical– I think we’ll serve inside. (See now why I wanted to wear that cite little
That’s Mr. Big Food’s shop light that he uses to see the grill when he’s grilling after dark. I put it up under the covers on the walkup greenhouse. “They” “say” it will get below freezing tonight– maybe even as low as 28 °F. That’s cold for tomatoes and peppers and eggplant and tobacco
For my friends who are suffering through this on-again off-again spring. Song April, April, Laugh they girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears Like a lover greetest, If I tell thee, sweetest, All my hopes and fears, April, April, Laugh thy golden laughter, But the moment after, Weep
HAHAHAHAHAHA! This has been my family’s standard joke for over 50 years. Mom whispers, “Shhhhh. Come quick!” And points out the window. “Look! A bunny!!” she says. So I tapped on Miss M’s door bright and early this morning. “There’s no bunny out there,” she asserted. Well. Looks like the joke’s on you! (Though why
As Mr. Big Food was b-b-qing chicken over applewood, he dictated to me the recipe for this broccoli salad. I took it down as it was more than I could have remembered in my head. The one on the right– the one without the hardboiled eggs– is Miss M’s. I did not take a picture of
I’m no Biologist– haven’t played one for years– but I think this is how ♂ and ♀ robins make F1 robins.Seen across the street from the Starkvegas library on the 1st Monday of the month… the book sale day!I thought I had recorded more than I had– I’m not familiar with recording on my iThingy.
I was beginning to think April really is the cruelest month. This is much better. I will say, though, that neither the guy at Barrnett’s Small Engines nor I will be putting out tomatoes or peppers any time soon.By the way. I was right about the generator. It wasn’t the carburetor– as the fellows down
As I mentioned, Mr. Big Food and I went to a Dawgs practice late yesterday afternoon. It was educational. This is the new artificial turf practice field. I learned that the team should practice on the same field type as their Away opponents. (Truth be told, I know this already but I did learn what