About Me~

Tomatoes and Time~

I am loving this weather! The garden is looking pretty good, I must say. Hubs has done an excellent job so far. I so hope to have tomatoes,peppers and onions for salsa. Nothing quite beats homemade salsa on a summer night. Unless, it’s fried squash, or cold homemade pickles. I know with the prices of everything these days, it probably really is cheaper to buy stuff than to grow it, but the taste is NOT the same, I don’t care what people tell you. It’s kind of why we grow our own eggs instead of buying them, even though chicken feed is expensive. You can even SEE the difference in a home farm egg, and a commercially grown egg. The yolks are bigger, more yellow, and more firm. They literally look like sunshine on the plate. If you ever put the two side by side, you’ll see exactly what I mean. Oh, and the richness of the taste of them , it’s out of this world! I just love a bright yellow farm egg omelet with fresh garden tomatoes. Dang. I ‘ve got my mouth watering now, lol. 🙂
We really are blessed to be able to grow our own eggs, chicken meat and veggies. We are thinking about doing all heirloom varieties next year, and seeing how that works. I love being a farm gal, and getting my hands dirty. There is just something about it, it’s almost like a medicine for me. The smells and tastes of country air. We just live a lot slower, here, and take our own time with things. It’s all I’ve ever really wanted , even though I once had someone tell me that I didn’t know anything about the “REAL” world, because I had never lived anywhere but here in the “boonies”. But , you know what, I wouldn’t trade it for all the money in the world. I think I’d shrivel inside if I had to live in the “REAL” world.

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Road Hazard~

This happened last summer, and was too funny not to share!

Now at first I have to explain, and it won’t sound funny, but it will when you get to the end, so be patient, please! We live out in the country, and we keep chickens. Nothing fancy , just a bunch of this-n-that breeds, but they do lay eggs and are fun to watch. They are really my boys’ responsibility. You know, the whole “chores-work-real life experience” thing. We turn them out every day so that they can “graze”. Now, I don’t know if any of you know anything about chickens, but I’m here to tell you, Chickens. Are . Stupid. They do not even have the sense to get out of the road, when a truck is coming, and we have lost several of them that way. Truck + chicken = not pretty ( I actually saw this happen in real time once, and it was like watching a feather pillow explode.) But , I’ll go you one better! Here comes the funny part. The highway department comes every summer and bushhogs (mows) the ditches. That was what was happening that day. I didn’t think anything of it, until my youngest son comes in and says,”Momma! Momma! The highway department man bushhogged a chicken!” (Okay. That was the part that was not going to SEEM funny, lol) Denim was very perturbed! I told him I was very sorry, but that there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it. A few hours later , he took the trash out to the curb, and came back in with a very sheepish look. “Momma, the man did not bushhog a chicken…………..it was a white plastic grocery sack.” I laughed, and laughed!
Here’s to the lowly Gallus Domesticus ( Latin for poor dumb chicken, lol)

Poetry

Roosters in the Bathtub~

Here’s a poem I wrote a while back, just a little nonsense something!

Roosters In My Bathtub~

There are roosters in my bathtub,
and they’re splashing all about.
They’re frothing up the bubbles,
they’re hopping in and out.

They’re leaving three-toed footprints,
up and down the floor.
They’re firing off their water guns
at the target on the door.

I’m not sure how they got here,
or where they’ll go back to.
But roosters in my bathtub?
This simply will not do.