I was trying to get a picture of the fish that come to the surface when Dan throws out the food. There was too much glare on the water. But, as I looked around, I saw
And finally on the way home.
This is Dan’s Father’s Day/Birthday clever birdhouse gift from the Colorado family. On the side, barely visible, is an old hinge. The other side is a tin can top and a small slide bolt lock. I can’t bring myself to put it outside. We are enjoying in the kitchen for now.
The only thing I might add on the front in addition to the tiny key is one of these keys I wrote about several weeks ago
The posted starting time is 9:30 am, Saturday, July 14th. However, all items could be viewed today between 9:00 am and 4:00 pm. We are sure the truck with only 35,000 miles will go for far more than we are willing to pay. Especially after we looked at it. It is clean and well maintained. We are planning on watching it sell, though.
We don’t go to auctions often. We already have enough. However, for some reason, there is a draw to be able to see another person’s entire life’s work and play all in one place.
As I walked around the tables, I thought again how quickly a lifetime of possessions are gone. Fishing equipment, hunting supplies, a fifth wheel RV. Farm equipment and supplies. By Saturday evening it will all be gone.
Dan’s Mother stayed in the house during their auction. Watching their lifetime of farming disappear out the driveway was too difficult.
I saw the widowed owner today sitting in a chair in front of a fan. She looked exhausted. I am sure she is, in more ways than one.
I was thinking about Mom cooking harvest meals today. A couple weeks ago wheat harvest would have been in full swing. Mom would be up early dressing a couple chickens to fry. She would have her bread dough rising by 8:00 am and then preparing fruit for a pie. I might be stemming green beans that I picked from the garden. These were meals for the “men.” That’s what she said when she cooked for everyone helping with harvest. I remember thinking this is the best meal ever, especially when we took it to the field and ate like a picnic.
I don’t fry my own chicken much anymore. If we have it, it is more likely take home from KFC or Dillons. Really though, it isn’t all that hard to fix a harvest meal. We have bread machines, chickens all cut up ready to fry and gravy mix that almost tastes like the real thing and readymade pie crusts.
Still, it will never taste as good as Mom’s.
This brings me to the chicken I have thawed out in the refrigerator. I was going to cook and bone it for chicken enchiladas. Which, actually sounds pretty good. But, thinking of Mom today and in memory her hours of cooking in a hot kitchen during this busy time of year, I might just have fried chicken.
Maybe even a pie—actually, I doubt if I make the pie. I can make a pretty good pie but we don’t need the calories.
After we had the fried chicken dinner, I had this whole conversation with my friend Sue. She said her family was planning an old fashioned fried chicken dinner for 4th of July. So, we decided to compare our friend chicken dinners.
This is my fried chicken and gravy. The mashed potatoes look dry and the gravy lumpy. Not my best effort.
Still, I think Sue wins this one just for the gravy bread bowl. And, I bet she had a home made pie someplace.
We think our Mockingbird has finally found a mate. He is no longer singing from on top of the light pole about 20 yards from our bedroom. He has been up there singing his heart out 24 hours a day—for three or four days.
I miss it.
What a lovely bedtime song. If I woke up during the night, he was still chirping away. He seemed invigorated by mornings. We think this is his second mating. He went through this same ritual earlier in the spring.
I made this little video because I also wanted to record the little jump that goes along with the songs.
Back on April 18th, I posted this statement and picture:
“Seven rows of corn planted. If it matures in exactly 82 days, it will miss the 4th of July by four days. Maybe we’ll luck out with a few early ears.”
It’s 82 days later today.
It was ready exactly on the day with a few early ears for the 4th. Kim & Marc came down this morning and we picked, shucked, blanched and bagged up all of it. It’s in the freezer as I write. Well, just about all. Evan loves corn on the cob.
Dan only had to relocate two raccoons this year. Now, if we could just keep the deer from eating off the top of our sweet potato plants.