Remember when your mom said, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." Yes, and Thumper's mom taught him the same thing. Well, that is about how today has gone so far. It is Sunday, and nothing is pressing to be done. That is good. And the wind has kept the 80 degrees pleasant. The hens sound relatively happy. They don't have anyone out there to dig up worms for them, but then, they would easily get spoiled to that service! They looked for Lance this morning--or at least they were certainly looking around!
Going to confess that this new computer is much smarter than the operator. sigh Wanted to put a file on a flash drive. Can't figure out how it is done in this new setup. May have to get Daniel or someone to show me how to do it. Wishing my daughter or daughter-in-law were close enough to help the old woman out here. sigh
No sense dwelling on what hasn't happened, huh. Let me just assure you that the plants outside look happy in the sunshine. My teeny tiny squash have promised to continue to grow. Thinking fried, steamed, or even cut up into relish. Oh! Love squash relish. Mother-in-law made the VERY best squash relish. It was a little spicy, but not too hot. Don't remember what kind of peppers she put in it. Her neighbor Mae Powell used to bring her peppers and herbs. Can't beat homemade stuff like that. The store bought is never the same.
The dogs helped me finish off the chicken salad. Could go in there and cook up the ground lamb and put some onion and stuff in it. Lamb just does not taste the same as beef. It has an entirely different outlook. Just sit up and take notice 'cause it may bah at ya. Would never have eaten lamb as a child knowing it came from one of our lambs. But then, we could never afford lamb--and chicken was the mainstay at our house. Every so often Mom would fry liver and smother it in onions. Oh! That was plum tasty. Jennifer would be gagging about now after reading that. giggling But Mom only made hamburgers once in a long while or made what she called "make 'em eat it" with ground beef and macaroni in it. The rest of the time she would cook a big pot roast in order to have ONE meal for all of us and then Daddy's sandwiches for the rest of the week. We did not have baloney after my grandfather sold the grocery store in WF. It was expensive compared to a roast. And Mom was very frugal. Except that she absolutely refused to cook a duck after the first time she tried to dress one. She stood over the sink and gagged. Daddy took it outside and gave it to the dog. Good thing. That duck was a strong smellin' critter. Probably raised on lead from the farmer's fields that were floating out there on that road Daddy hunted on. The guy flooded the field after he raised either corn or maize and then set out and shot the ducks coming in or going out. Mom cooked a goose once for us. It was store bought, however. Greasy like you would not believe! Who would have thought it!
Just went out and turned over a few shovels of dirt. Ah, hen talk! Athena has a tendency to think it is her place to jump on top of the dirt first. May have to find a new place to dig for worms for them. Guess behind the hen house might be ok. The chicken wire goes out about a foot out from the coops, so anything after that foot would be ok to dig.
Have ONE small fig on my new fig tree. Lance reminded me that fig trees get pretty big. Where it is won't matter to me if it does get big. Just like to see things grow and produce. Whether it is a squash, fig, pepper, or garlic, it tastes better if you grow it yourself.
Have been truly enjoying some of the pictures shared online by my FB friends from all over the country. Dogs, creeks, flowers, parks, and assorted happy sights make my day. May just delete some of the news sources without reading them as long as there are much better, uplifting things to appreciate.
It has to be enough to know that God is on His throne and in charge of what He allows to happen. We may shake our heads and wonder, but HE knows the final outcome. So, tomorrow we can sit outside and drink our coffee or tea and appreciate the fact that the sun will come up, the birds will sing, and the sun will set.
Rest well, my friends, and find something to encourage you each day. You are loved.
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