Arkansas Afternoon
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
The Graduate
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Corn Field Beans and Melons
Monday, May 24, 2010
Mama's Shortcake
Patsy was making shortcake yesterday and when Laura and I walked she talked about her friend making shortcake and it was the best she had ever eaten. Guess what? It was just like Mama made hers. Pie crust and berries remember it? Oh, so good. She would have the berries real, real sweet and yes, the strawberries were better then--more flavor. She would make pie crust in strips, no sugar in it. The shortcake would be stacked alternating the crust and berries. It was the best dessert in the world. Better than the shortcake in this picture I found on the internet. Could not find a picture with pie crust.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Garden is a Joy!
Where we lived before was not a place for a garden. Trees and rocks covered the yard. Some of the rocks were as big as cars. Here (only a short distance from the other house) the garden has very few rocks and the soil is rich. I hope we are able to have some tomatoes, corn, green beans and potatoes this summer!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Dusty, The Little Gray Hen
Dusty came to a Russellville lady's home. Now, she
is living with my flock. She is the light gray Bantam!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Where there is a will
there is a way. Don't know how Larry ever got our big stump out of this hole, but when I came home from school the other day. it was done.
We go down to the pond in the evening and shoot turtles. They eat our fish. We finished yesterday and I was putting the 22 in the house when someone knocked on the door. Not thinking I walked to the front door. It was the census taker and was not Mr. Aday. The young man raised his hand high in the air. I said 'oops'. I guess he will have a story to tell his superiors about the old lady with the gun on Crow Mt.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Swing for Swinging
Remember Daddy sitting outside with Momma in the red swing. This is the swing from my front porch at the other house. Larry asked me what I wanted for Mother's Day and I told him I wanted my swing. Here it is ready for sitting and swinging in the evening. I have two chairs that match it on my front porch and I may move them back here. My front porch faces a long lane and then a highway of buzzing car scurrying along to wherever. My back yard faces the pond, garden, chicken pen, Galla Lake and the white house of 3 special little girls. Where would you want to sit and rest?
This is my ivy where the squirrel is hiding daily! Larry's Mom planted a little piece of ivy that I am sure someone gave her...look at it now!
This is my ivy where the squirrel is hiding daily! Larry's Mom planted a little piece of ivy that I am sure someone gave her...look at it now!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Egging it On
I have a little red squirrel in my back yard. I think she is raising babies in the ivy of my Ash tree. The Feist dogs are screaming at her from below her hiding place. She is not too worried. The little pup Jack is following her through the trees. We did not have a corn feeder over here and Larry fixed this one for me. I am adding a little fuel to the squirrel/dog argument. Jack does not want her to even get one kennel of corn, but she will find a way.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Another Iris
Ramps
Our squirrel hunting friend in Georgia told us about eating ramps in the spring. We had never heard of them...well, he sent a photo of them. He said they were onion tasting. Here is something I found about them. Wonder if Patsy knows if they grown in Arkansas?
The Wild Leek,
also known as the Ramp, or common Wild Leek (Allium tricoccum) is our best wild onion and a source of food and spiciness all year round.
Broad, smooth, light green leaves, often with deep purple or burgundy tints on the lower stems begin arriving in small troops as soon as the snow disappears. Scallion like bulbs are strongly rooted just beneath the surface of the soil. Finish off your identification by tearing a leaf or stem and taking a sniff of the strong and distinctive onion scent of the Leek
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