Saturday, July 21, 2012

Will two people in canoe float in this river?


The picture was taken right about now two years ago.  It was fairly dry then in south central Missouri so we are hopeful.

At any rate, we are looking forward to the cold water of this spring fed river  the next two days.  I’ll put up pictures if I can.  But, none of me in a swimming suit, I guarantee.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Frozen Grapes


Does everyone know about frozen grapes on a hot summer day but me?  I’ve mentioned this to a couple of friends and they say, “Well, yeah, everyone knows that.”   Where have I been?

Actually, it was our grandkids who clued me in on this treat.  I was at their house a while back and one of them came rolling into the kitchen and pulled out a container.  I tried one and could not believe how wonderfully sweet it was.  It probably helps that grapes are in season and are especially good right now.

I’m not kidding when I say, for me,  it’s better than eating candy.  

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Drying pond

There is a second pond in our pasture.  We have often thought there might be a spring  because even though the pond is small, it never completely dries up—until this year.  If we don’t get significant rain fairly soon, I think we will see the bottom.

This mud hole is loaded with tiny sunfish.  I am sure they haven’t grown because there are so many and no big fish to thin them out.  So, we decided to set the fish trap to catch a few to put over into the bigger pond.  At least they will have a chance although they might become food for the bigger fish there. 


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Heavy lids

Some evenings I sit down to write and the lids of my eyes just drop closed.  Tonight is one of those times.

Off to bed!

Monday, July 16, 2012

Bull Frog and bananas (sort of)




You’ve got to love Bull Frogs.  Especially their sound.  We were wishing we had a fishing pole with some red material on a hook when we saw this big guy tonight.  Even if I caught a bull frog in season, I would release.  They seem sparse anymore.

The  Paw paw trees are growing along our fence line.  There are a number of trees and many fruits.  According to the linked web site, they are the largest wild fruit native to America.  They are nicknamed Poor Man’s banana.  I am not sure we have ever harvested a ripe fruit.  As they reach their prime, I picture a circle of raccoons, waiting patiently then pouncing on the ripe fruit all at once.