Hot Peach Tea.

 Hot Peach Tea.

 

It has been a good day. Oh, the hens have not been overly productive, but one found the nests placed on top of the other nesting boxes. Those beautiful black Marans have attitude and a skippy way about them. They have become more friendly over the summer, sliding between my feet to get to the scratch if they have not had their fair share in their estimation. Each morning it has been fun since we have had a bit of rain to watch them pecking at something that looks like little white worms. Whatever it is, they certainly are intent about their business. Some nice green shoots are also devoured, but that seems to be from the silly nutgrass. If only they liked khaki weed! Ah, or if someone had a friendly goat!

 

Sitting here with a big mug of peach tea that brewed up nicely. Earlier a pot of Brussel sprouts kept me busy—both eating and putting some away for a later meal—tomorrow probably. Some length-wise slices of English cucumber dipped into pimento cheese was the main element of my din-upper. While cooking some meat for the dogs, some lovely tamales were thawed and unwrapped for them. They had been in Jennifer’s freezer for about a year, so the dogs got them. If they had not been around quite that long, the old woman probably would have enjoyed them as well. Tamales are so good if they are not too hot—pepper wise hot, understand.

 

Plan to go see Anne tomorrow or Tuesday at the nursing home. Lesli said she had done pretty well today. But Shannon’s mother asked if she had received the prayer blanket sent by post. According to the Post Office, it arrived Saturday at a post box, but not the physical address of the home. Asked Lesli to check on it if she could. Will find out tomorrow for sure. (See last sentence here.) Things have a way of disappearing over there and have for years. My family has been in that place for years beginning with my great-grandmother Camp, then the Kennedys, mother-in-law Joy, my parents, and now my sister-in-law. Oh! And tomorrow is Labor Day, so the post office will be closed.

 

We got a nice rain shower earlier that cooled things down just a bit. It’s down to 81 degrees now. Maybe we will keep getting showers, but really need the kind of rain that used to float the kids down the streets when they left Ben Milam. Have walked many a little kid across Stearns and Rhea Road before we had the cross- walk guards selected at the beginning of classes. Was so glad one year when the principal stopped letting the children leave in a flood. The entire bottom floor of the school had water running down the halls! Crazy! They have done some things to change the water flooding since then, but back then it was entirely too much water for small children to try to cross streets.

 

Have been reading an interesting book about a young woman who inherited a fallen down type of an old inn where her family had lived for generations. The descriptions are just beautiful. Wish we had that kind of woods in this part of the world, but if we did, they would be full of copperheads and such. Oh well.

 

Another trip to the feed store is upcoming probably. The treats for the dogs are quite inexpensive compared to other places. And the one bin of layer pellets will not last out the week in the main coop. If it rains very hard, the top of the coop will flood their feed pan. Really need to get over to Sutherlands and see if some kind of sheeting is available to cover that one coop ceiling. The green house part does not matter. Suppose if worse came to worse, a tarp would work. Harbor Freight!

 

This is the time of year that makes a person want color in the house. Pumpkins or flowers or just some good stinky candles. Oh well. Think a candle is in one of the bookcases. Will try that.

 

This Thursday is the day for the Route 66 Group to meet at Pioneer. Looking forward to getting to see everyone. It just has not been possible for quite a while for me. But am feeling better even though it seems to be taking forever to get any strength back. Sterling says that he is running low on that capacity for going all day and part of the night as well, but he IS three years older than his little sister. Guess that makes a difference. But he said he is going to give up cutting wood. He will buy his from now on. His sister is just glad to have Lone Star Gas on hand.

 

Really don’t know squat or diddly. Have not even looked at the national news as it probably is the same ol’ same ol’. GAR BAGE! The kind of things politicians say remind us that they are so much like babies’ diapers—need to be changed often and for the same reason—full of SH*T!

 

Let us ask God to bless this nation, our people, our homes and families. Remember the children in your prayers and the teachers who help them. Let us pray for peace.

 

Rest well and remember to look for things of joy! You are loved.