Corn chowder tonight. Somehow we have ended up with many ears of corn. Not corn that I grew but corn that someone grew.
It's been a good day. I took a nice walk and didn't die and did some things around the house and then weeded cucumbers and picked cucumbers and then I went to town to stay with those boys who were napping the entire time Jessie was gone.
Poor little mama. She could have had a nap herself. It almost never happens that they coordinate naps.
But August woke up when Jessie got home and then Levon did too and I got to read August a few books. He handed me one, a Berenstain Bears story about manners and said, "This is a sweet book. It's like you and me."
Swoon.
Then quick, quick, I drove to Publix and did my shopping and now I'm home, car unloaded, groceries unloaded, everything put away, eggs collected. Today's pickings have been put away in the refrigerator.
I think it might be just about time to get out the canning kettle and the pickle recipes.
I have some bananas growing on a stalk way up in the banana tree (bush?) and will get a picture soon. I have no idea how I'm going to get them down. I'm pretty excited though. This almost never happens.
Alright. Time to go shuck corn and cut it off the cob. I know my husband is exhausted. He literally got up at 3:00 a.m. to drive to St. Pete to pick up a truck and drive it back. He's had a very, very long day. I need to feed him and direct him to the bed.
It's summertime. No doubt about it.
Love...Ms. Moon
I get to this point in the day and I feel the pull to check on Ms Moon. And then I visit and get a little update on life in Lloyd and beyond, and I can mentally check that off my list. Hope that chowder was good and sleep is too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jill. The chowder was very good and I slept well too.
DeleteChowder sounds good on a rainy evening. I wish you and Mr. Moon sweet dreams.
ReplyDeleteIt was rainy!
DeleteYou seem to make a fair amount of pickled stuff every year. Is it all gone by next season. I am from a clan of folks who did not eat pickles and relishes. Every year we'd be gifted a pint from this neighbor and that, and they just accumulated. I think mom left them all behind at her old house when we moved in together. Made me wonder if I've finally met a family that relishes relishes, so to speak.
ReplyDeleteWe love our pickles! Absolutely! In fact, I wasn't aware that everyone didn't love pickles. I suppose that's not completely out of the realm of possibility. As to whether we finish up an entire batch of them by year's end...well, mostly. Depends on how much I put up, you know.
DeleteI have been reading but have had many houseguests and no mental space to be coherent in a comment. So I'm catching up now. Your grandbabies say the most swoon worthy things.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you have time to blow your nose, woman! It's constant at your place. You guys are so gracious. You really are.
DeleteTime to add a helper monkey to the household!
ReplyDeleteYes, please!
DeleteYes summertime..."and the living is easy"...but not for Mr Moon. That guy's got work to do.
ReplyDeleteHe certainly does, Mr. P.
DeleteI tended to a few chores outside for an hour or so around noon and came in drenched with sweat. now the rest of my day will be spent with corn...shucking, blanching, cutting it off the cob, and freezing.
ReplyDeleteYep. An hour is about how long I spent outside too. It's just too damn humid and hot.
DeleteMr. Moon sure gets a lot of driving time! Corn chowder sounds REALLY good.
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