Monday, March 22, 2021

And The Wheel Of Life Keeps On Turning


I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just can't quit taking pictures of the wisteria. Every day it's more abundant, and soon, it won't be so I'm gathering my roses while I may, so to speak.


Close-up of the purple glory. 

I finally got my ass into the garden for a reasonable amount of time today. I was listening to a thriller that had enough twists and turns to keep my mind happy while my arms and hands were busy in the dirt. All was quite well until I opened a bag of mulch in which a colony of red ants had made their kingdom in and then of course the inevitable happened and I suddenly had those mean little fuckers all over my shoes and pants and socks and then ankles and next thing I knew some of them had crawled all the way up to my thighs and one simply cannot strip off one's overalls outside, even in one's backyard in Lloyd so I brushed and crushed as many as I could and stubbornly picked the greens for tonight's salad as well as a few rosebuds and then went and collected the eggs. 


I took another picture of the blooming buck-eye today. It is at its full bloom. 


Can't you just imagine a hummingbird floating about each tiny nectar vase to sip? I've seen a few at my feeder recently so I know they're about. 

It's supposed to get back up into the eighties this week and I am already extremely unhappy about that. As I've said, I have so much work to do in the yard and doing it in the heat is simply torture. I went around and kicked a little more bamboo and everywhere I turn I see another bit of yard that needs attention and I better get out and do it now while it's only in the eighties and not yet to the nineties because that will be coming soon. 
I still have the duck out but it is about time to put it away. 
Sigh. 
And speaking of putting things away- I had Mr. Moon fold up the Pac'n'Play yesterday. My babiest baby, Levon, is now too big for it and sleeps on a fold out mattress when he comes over and as far as I know, there are no more babies on the horizon. This is far more emotionally difficult for me than it should be. I even announced the fact at the party yesterday. I washed all of the baby quilts and the sheet that had been in it and took out the little lamb that plays "You Are My Sunshine" when it is wound up that was Lily's, I think, when she was a baby. 
I should give it to her. She can keep it for her grandchildren. 
I folded the blankets and tucked them away in the chest of drawers that Glen's parents gave us where I keep my linens and some blankets. Paw-Paw told me when he brought it to us so long ago that he didn't know how old it was but that it had been in the barn when he was growing up so it's got some age on it.

Time to make supper. Mr. Moon stopped yesterday on his way home at My Way Seafood and bought a pint of oysters and I'm going to make some oyster stew or perhaps it will be more like a chowder. We'll see how it comes out. Tonight's salad will be a traditional one with tomatoes and cucumbers, etc. 

Ms. Boud at Field and Fen who inspires me with her cooking asked for the recipe for the dinner rolls I made yesterday. I figure I might as well post the picture I took of them too while I'm at it. 



Almost as good as the rolls Aunt Flonny used to make at Sebastian Elementary School when I was a child and she was the lunchroom lady cook AND the bus driver. 
But not quite because those were truly the world's best rolls. 
But here's the recipe I got online. 

Make and eat them at your own risk. And pleasure. 

Love...Ms. Moon

29 comments:

  1. Did you bake them on parchment? They look unreal! You are a wonder kitchen woman goddess!!
    Everyone needs a singing wind up lamb- Erik had one but it was an elephant and sang a lullaby. I had one that I got for a good report card, a panda that sang "Hail Hail the gang's all here, what the hell do we care what the hell do we care...." I have printed the recipe and I will make them and they will not be a beautiful thing as yours sre.

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    1. I bake EVERYTHING on parchment these days. How did I live without it?
      I love windup toys. They are sort of magical, aren't they?
      Why in the world wouldn't your rolls be as pretty as mine? Just make sure to brush lots of butter on top when they come out!

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  2. Those rolls look scrumptious ... made my mouth water! LOL
    Those wisteria pictures are simply stunning and the color is perfect!
    Glad the red ants didn't have you for supper! Nasty little bastards!

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    1. They ARE nasty little bastards.
      I just love the wisteria's purple. Especially in groups.

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  3. Thank you for the lovely words and the recipe, yay!!

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    1. Well, they're not healthy, dear lady. But they sure are good.

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  4. So many glories here. The flowers. Those rolls, oh my. But not the ants and not packing up the pack and play.

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    1. Packing up that pack'n'play and putting those little blankets away about broke my heart.
      But yes- there have been glories too.

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  5. The last time I made bread it was a 6 cup of flour recipe. I no longer have a stand mixer. I kneeded that dough for a lifetime, I swear. Then I put it in my bundt pan. That was genius. When it was baked I cut it in quarters and froze them. It was good bread, and I only had to eat it a quarter of a loaf at a time.

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    1. Do you have a food processor? If so, you can knead your dough in that. Works beautifully. If not- yeah, I'd stick to smaller recipes although I'm sure you loved having bread for weeks.

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  6. Do not apologize for pictures of the wisteria! I'd be happy seeing them every day! That buckeye too.

    One thing about gardening in England that I really, really love is that there are virtually no harmful (to me) bugs. No biting ants, no mosquitoes, no yellow flies. It always drives home for me how horrified the colonial British must have been when they tried to settle other parts of the world!

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    1. No bugs sounds like heaven.
      The British have to be one of the most stubborn races on earth to have tried to conquer the whole world for their empire. I guess they were pretty successful for awhile, at least.

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    2. Well, there was money to be made, after all! They were motivated!

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  7. You never need to apologize for photos of beautiful flowers. And those buns look wonderful. Maybe I'll try making them tomorrow.

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  8. I'm with you on the heat. I don't do heat. Always accompanied by the other H word--humidity. AKA-hell. I blame on being raised in UK--my body has never adapted to steam-bath environments. Ah well. Had a pretty day here yesterday, around 60 and sunny. Was able to start planting seeds--a couple of flowers and several veggies (Swiss chard, wild lettuce, finger carrots and cherry tomatoes)--some for an indoor start and some in a raised bed on the deck. Last frost potential still a couple of weeks out.

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    1. Yes. Heat plus Humidity equals Hell.
      I'm pretty sure we're done with frost for this year.
      Just...hell.

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  9. I love the wisteria photos, I can almost smell them.

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  10. oh the wistria! so gorgeous and so fragrant. we post a lot of the same pictures this time of year though I don't have a buckeye. supposed to hit 80 here too today. sad when the grandkids come to an end but there's still May. I only had two kids and only one reproduced but at least she gave me four.

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    1. I don't know. The grand BABIES may be done. We'll just have to see.
      We do have many of the same plants and in the case of the rose you sent me- I actually HAVE ONE OF YOURS! It's starting to bloom and is gorgeous.

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  11. Always happy to look at pretty flowers in your garden! I think I might put up my hummingbird feeder in case some early birds show up here in Illinois, altho, I think I usually see them in May...
    Those rolls look perfect!

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    1. What could putting up the feeder hurt?
      It will be a welcome sight to the early hummingbirds.
      Those rolls were indeed close to perfect.

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  12. I think it's lovely that you're storing away baby items for your great grandchildren. I'm a sentimental old bugger so that would mean the world to me!

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    1. Yeah. I have a few things I need to pass on to my mama-daughters. It does mean a lot.

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  13. I love all of the spring bloom pictures and the garden's bounty.

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    1. Thank you, Jill. I have to remember that just because I get thrilled about the same things every year it doesn't mean that everyone does!

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  14. I enjoy all your blooms and don't mind repeats. They are gorgeous.

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  15. You should write a kids' story about Aunt Flonnie.

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