About Me~, Uncategorized



He moves a little slower now. But hard work will do that to a man. His joints creak now when he gets out of our double bed. But he has sinew on his arms, like rope stretched round an old post many times over. Losing none of its strength simply looking a little more worn. Hands that I’ve seen lift a 100 pound sack of feed as if it were a plaything, and yet wet a cloth to wash my face while I’m ill with the delicate ease of a doctor. You see the cowboy stars on television who perform seeming impossible shots with their western rifles. I’ve seen him fire a bullet hole in a bullet hole from a place so far away I couldn’t even see the cross mark. A man we know carries the target in his wallet , that my husband once shot as proof that he knows a man who can shoot ” a hole into a hole.” I’ve dreamed a dream up in my mind and said , ” If I wanted a shelf that looked like this and went here in this space, would you build it for me?” . And out of spare wood from the yard, and his pure imagination , he can build it, and stain it and make it a work of art. His boys think he is the strongest, tallest , smartest, best Daddy in the world. And why not? He’s taught them how to catch a fish with just a string, a hook, and a worm. How to walk tall in a world full of people who tell them differently. They know how to shake hands with a man when saying hello, and how to open a door for a lady. He’s taught them how to skip rocks, crack a Bible, kneel in prayer, and if need be, how to throw a punch. He’s told them you always love your Lord, your Momma, and your neighbor, and IN that order. I first laid eyes on him when I was 16, and told my friend, I’m gonna’ marry that man, and I did. He has been my light on some very, very dark nights, given me two amazing children, been my laughter when I am down, my lover, my strength on some days when I thought I didn’t want to go on anymore, and always, always, my BEST FRIEND. Today he is 48 , and I love him more now than I did that September day when I first saw him across the churchyard. Happy birthday babe, you are my everything.

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.