Good Lord. From A Recipe For Naan To The Georgia Satellites

I do believe the naan I made last night was the best I ever made. Mr. Moon agreed with me. I used a recipe I'd never used before and here's the link if anyone wants to try it. Not only was it delicious, it was very easy. I did substitute about half a cup of whole wheat flour for a half a cup of the bread flour the recipe called for. Sorry that picture is a little steamed-up but that's what happens when you throw dough onto a hot skillet. 
The soup I made was fine too. Our butternut and acorn squash came through! We really enjoyed the supper. Glen even did the sweetest thing which was to thank me for showing him how delicious foods that he never would have even thought to try can be. I think he's finally come to grips with the fact that he may actually like Indian food. 
Or not. But he sure likes naan. 

Today has been lazy. Pure lazy. Once I made our Sunday brunch I felt like I was done for the day. 
Mostly. 
I watered my nursery plants, and by "nursery" I mean the plants that are getting special care and attention as they are babies- mainly the fish tail palms and sea grapes I brought home from Roseland. They are all still alive and looking pretty good so I am pleased. 
I also got my beautiful little Maggie Mermaid hung in what I now realize is my newest art gallery space which is the laundry room. Linda Sue had pointed out that hanging the mermaid lounging on her beautiful nacred shell in front of light makes her even more lovely and she is right. 

This winter, when the pecan trees outside that window have lost their leaves, the light will be even prettier and she will shine even brighter. 

Yes, the plants do take up space that I could be using for that lovely table's purpose, which is to fold clothes on, but for me, that is a perfect little spot for some green things, some beautiful things that friends have made me, and those ridiculous Dollar Store fish which I refuse to ever get rid of because they please me so. I walk by that corner at least fifteen times a day and spend a lot of time there, doing laundry, folding clothes. So much better to have the things I like to look at where I can see them easily than to have them hidden away somewhere that might actually be more "appropriate." 
And it is all meaningful to me, including the beautiful, sturdy table that my husband built out of wood that came from our property here. 

I also figured out where I wanted to hang the sea nativity that Monica Rios painted and which May gave me. I think it is perfect. 

May painted the madonna mermaid and gave her to me as a gift years ago. As you can see, she is a talented artist herself. That is my hallway, or a small part of it. The hallway goes from front door to back door, built that way to encourage a breeze through this house back when air conditioning was just a gleam in the eye of John Gorrie. 

Here's the cutest darn thing I've seen all day, maybe all week. 

That baby anole wasn't an inch and a half long from tip of tail to pretty little nose. It looked like it was covered in velvet. That plant it's on is a type of hibiscus whose seeds I got from Ellen in Texas. 
For some reason, I've had a hard time germinating those seeds but I finally got a few to sprout. They have not bloomed yet but I am so excited at the prospect. I have them in a pot on the back steps and had gone to water it when I saw that tiny lizard. 

I picked some peas and three scrawny, sad bell peppers. The summer garden is in its final days. However, I did discover that the squash I pulled up yesterday was not the only vine and there is at least one surviving plant and it's the one with the butternut on it that I posted a picture of a few days ago. 

And then...

And then. 

We decided that going to the river last Sunday had been so nice that we did it again this Sunday. Just for two good cooling dips and a nice bit of standing in the cold water, watching the kiddos play and the boys jump from the rope swing.

We stood there holding hands in that cold water, taking it all in, feeling our bodies and our minds cool down. It was like a dream. 

And then home we came and there may have been some kissing and I'm going to make us a shrimp salad for our supper which, once again, I always underestimate the time it will take to prepare by at least an hour. I have no idea why I still do this but at least I am aware that I do. Doesn't change my behavior but I'm not lying to myself either. 

But before I get started boiling eggs and cooking shrimp and cutting up vegetables, I'm going to give you a video. Again, and as always, I know that a three-minute video can seem interminable and if you don't want to watch it, I do not blame you but for whatever reason, I've got this song in my head. 

It's from 1986 and the artists are The Georgia Satellites which I consider to be a great name for a band. It's dated, it's ridiculous, it's sexist, it's fun as hell and the video reminds me of more than one outdoor wedding I've attended in my life here in the deep south. 

Plus, I just like the way they sound and I have to admit that a gap-toothed boy playing a guitar charms me to pieces. 

Go ahead and judge me. As they say, what other people think of me is not my business. 

Love...Ms. Moon