The pinecone lilies are doing their thing again, making fine, fat cones with the tiny little blossoms on them. Soon the cones will be turning scarlet as we head towards fall.
I've had a rough day, physically, emotionally. Just rough. No reason, just the way it is. I hate this. The truth of it is that I would give anything to just be an even-keeled person, taking what comes my way and responding appropriately towards it. I managed to get a few things done despite all, and even went to town and got things I need for tomorrow's little cook out, our ice-cream social celebration. I made a good-looking sort-of tabouli salad, but not really, with quinoa and tomatoes and cucumbers and some green beans that I picked, along with corn and parsley and green onions and lemon juice, a little olive oil. It'll be better after it's been sitting over night. I boiled eggs to make deviled eggs and pray they peel well but dammit, I don't care what peeling trick you use, if your eggs are fresh, they're hell to peel and mine are as fresh as you can get, of course. I have enough okra to make okra and tomatoes which may not be a traditional cook-out food but we're not that invested in tradition around here. The Costco was crowded as hell and I kept running into other people's carts and narrowly avoided knocking a few people over and when I finally did get out of there, had the hardest damn time finding my car. Which is red. I mean, really- you'd think it wouldn't be so hard. But it was.
I never know what recipe to use for ice cream. The cooked custard kind or the non-cooked kind? One has eggs, the other doesn't. Unless my chickens lay me a good number early tomorrow, it's going to be the non-cooked kind without eggs because I just realized I boiled most of the eggs for deviling.
None of that really matters. There will be hamburgers and hot dogs and good, if not traditional, food and all of my children and my grandchildren too.
These folks are on their way home and I can barely believe they'll be here tomorrow with my Jessie, too.
Mr. Moon mowed today and the yard looks beautiful, this little piece of my heart-land, where pinecone lilies grow and chickens scratch and move about and take naps in the dirt and so gladly eat whatever and lay me eggs. I gave them fresh water today and Mr. Moon gave them fresh food in their feeder and of course they eat the freshest food all day long- the tiny bugs, the tenderest shoots, bits of whatever else they find that pleases them. All of this under the protection and shade of the old live oaks, their great arms spread as if in constant blessing, most of them thick right now with the resurrection fern which this bounty of rain we've had has brought into full green glory. The butterfly ginger is just beginning to bloom with it's heady, swoony perfume and the Four O'Clocks are blooming too. They smell like old ladies. Sweet old ladies. The poke berries and the beauty berries are purpling, one dark and one fuchsia.
Mr. Moon and I just took a little evening walk to view all of this and I took a picture of this guy.
I think tomorrow we may have a name-that-rooster contest. I keep thinking we should just name him Lucky and be done with it as he is the only surviving Barred Rock but perhaps a better name can be come up with. He is a handsome fellow and I am sorry that his entire flock consists of two banties who may or may not even be hens.
I just keep moving. I just keep staying out of bed where I could easily spend twenty hours a day. I just keep loving on the ones I love and being loved by them in return.
It seems so simple.
I wish it were.