Fog Nut Bread!

 Fog Nut Bread!

 

Lance sent a picture of some of the figs he gathered from their tree yesterday. Said he had to figure out what to do with them now. Suggested dehydrated figs, or maybe he could make fig preserves. Then, of course, we could sit back and play Sean Connery and ask for “green figs, yogurt, and coffee, very, very black.” Oh well. He thought maybe fig nut bread might be good. But, of course, his phone has that autocorrect thing on it that decided it should be fog nut bread. Rolling eyes here! Will have to call his oldest and find out what they decided to make with the figs.

 

Since the old woman managed to check some kind of boxes on Amazon, we received TWO big boxes from them of dog food—the 31-lb sacks. So, now need to go get a big plastic trash can to store it. Not ideal, but whatever. The little 8-lb sacks were simply not lasting long enough, so it stood to reason that a larger sack was the best buy. Had no idea they even HAD a 31-lb sack! Oh well. Such is life.

 

Friend Roger brought me several copies of the Clay County Reader. Spent about two hours just enjoying some of the history and the museum notes written by one of our former classmates. It is amazing how much history lies between the Red River and counties west and south of us. One of my great-grands had a place in Jack County that was WAY back in the hills. Went there once upon a time with my parents and grandparents to see the old house and the road that the old man had carved into the side of the hill. When it washed out after a rain, one could have fallen quite a distance down that thing into a gulley. But they seldom had much rain. They had a cistern that caught rain from the roof, but it was dry—well, except for the rattlesnakes. Scary place. And that old woman raised eight boys on that hill!

 

Went out and brought in a couple of squash and regretted not letting the hose soak the little flower bed. Things certainly do look sad without the water. But this heat may let up just a smidgen. Think we might be down to around 95 or 96 degrees today.

 

Sent three dozen eggs home with my friends, Maggie and David Sewell. The hens are still laying despite this heat. But then, they get all kinds of goodies to encourage them. My neighbor Patty had a nearly full half gallon of milk to give them. Can you believe that chickens just love milk? But they really like cottage cheese or any kind of cabbage.

 

Had words with another rat snake the other day and missed killing him. Don’t like killing “good” snakes, but don’t want them eating the eggs and disturbing the hens either! Nature and old women might not get along all that well, but can’t do without the birds, the critters, the trees, and all things living in them. The dogs have their own opinion about the squirrels, but such is life on this hill.

 

Friends in Northeast Arkansas are watching their rivers and creeks overflow and sweep away everything from trees to camper trailers! Diann Dennis lives up there and has family land with wonderful creeks that flow across the land. But they are being inundated with rain in so much excess that it is not safe to cross a creek unless the bridges show completely. Sterling said that his part of NW Arkansas is getting rain, but nothing like the other corner up there in the east. Missouri is having the same storm dropping floods on that side of the border. Of course, rain clouds don’t exactly respect manmade, imaginary lines on a map!

 

Really wish all this election fertilizer were finished so that the suits and swishes could cease the opinionated extravagances and blow by blow “he said, she said.” It would be amazing if anyone of those body parts from the southern region could actually say something kind about even one person without blowing out the gases to decimate the character of someone else. This could be put so much more succinctly, but let’s try to be nice. December should be much better, weather-wise and otherwise.

 

We need desperately to pray for our country and its character. May God forgive us and help us return to His laws.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.