Good morning, and welcome back. We appreciate you guys stopping in.
Well, our gardening has come to a stop for the time being, with the exception of Deb’s Banana and Bell peppers. The Banana peppers are just exploding, and have been for a while now. They’re nearly an every other day pick.
We are, though prepping the garden area for our next planting.
This is being done by adding cow manure, we’ve put in grass clippings, hay, and we’ll finish up using the compost we’ve been making for the last 3-4 months. We’ve plenty of manure, hay, and grass clippings to more than do the garden area, but as far as our compost goes, I don’t look to be able do much more than a third of the area at the very most.
This should all be finished by the end of this week, and at that point we’ll till it in very lightly. Also, we’ll for sure be starting another compost pile! The only difference this time will be the size of our pile. This time it will be at least twice the size of our first one.
As far as the garden, even in a perfect weather pattern, there’s no way we could have re-planted after the spring garden came and went. With Deb’s ordeal, we just really didn’t have the time to have cared for it properly, and each appointment, test, or treatment, I was there. So, with this the way it was for a while, time was very limited, AND our first priority simply being Deb.
Plus, just shortly after Deb’s diagnosis, the garden was coming in. So in between everything else going on in our lives, we had to pick, shell, and can. Poor old Deb got her a real workout during this, and honestly, once we got these things done…we were kinda’ glad the spring garden had done gone and “sprung!”
But now, once again, our time is opening up for us, or, we’re getting at least back to some sort of schedule. This is much, much better. Even though we still are going to encounter little “pop-up” situations, using last Thursday night’s emergency room visit as an example, we’ve figured out this is to be expected from time to time we’re beginning to see. No sweat.
Our rainy season has arrived, and we’ve been getting our share…finally! All the trees, the pasture, and the yard look so good again. Everything just almost explodes in new growth once the rains begin in earnest. This is a very pretty time of the year, especially during the early morning, and late evening.
We sat out in the swing on the front porch last night, and it was so comfortable. We didn’t catch a rain yesterday, but the rain was close. Close enough that we got a nice breeze off of it, and the temperature was very comfortable. But during the day, oh my gosh, the humidity feels like you could cut it with a knife!
Its hurricane season now, and we always kinda’ keep one eye open in regards to this. If they aren’t major storms, then in regards to us, the rain we get off these storms usually are very beneficial.
Like anything else though, if conditions aren’t just right, these things can dump from 10-20 inches in a day, or two. This depends mostly on the speed the storm is moving. The biggest threat most of the time, is the tornadoes they can spawn off them. Luckily though, these storms normally aren’t major hurricanes.
Jerry Clower used to tickle me as he described major storms as…hurricanaders! “Naders pronounced the same as maters.
Speaking on Jerry Clower reminded me of something Dale had told me about.
He claimed that he was down at Creek Dog’s just recently, and a buddy of theirs, Earl, had dropped in.
Earl it seems has 11 children, but Dale says he’s always wanted 12…his very own, “dirty dozen.”
Anyway, Earl they say, came down, and as usual was moaning and groanin’ about his kids. Too much racket in the house, his ole lady spends all her time with the kids, and none with him…plus, EVERYTIME they got together, his wife got pregnant.
Creek Dog finally heard enough, and asked him why in the world he keeps having them, but moans constantly about having so many! Creek Dog then suggested a Red Neck vasectomy.
Well, according to Dale, Earl had no idea want a dern vasectomy was, and actually asked Creek Dog what were they? Creek Dog said he looked over at Dale, winked, and then asked Earl if he really didn’t know what they were? Again, Earl said he had no idea.
Creek Dog then said that a Red Neck vasectomy would stop his wife from becoming impregnated during sex, and he really ought to look into it, and if Earl wanted it…shoot, Creek Dog could fix him right up!
Earl asked how? Creek Dog then told him, “It’s easy as pie. All you do is take an empty beer can, light a cherry bomb, drop it into the beer can, then…count to ten. ”
Earl said, “Is that it?” Creek Dog said, “In a nut shell!” Earl then said, “Let’s do it!”
Well, being the Fourth of July was just recently, Creek Dog just happened to have a few left over cherry bombs. Plus, after looking around some, they found an empty beer can. He then handed ole Earl the materials and told him to go ahead and have at it.
Dale said he whispered over to Dog that this wouldn’t do a vasectomy, and Creek Dog told him to just sit back and watch. Sure as they were sittin’ there, in just a minute or two Earl’s vasectomy would be complete.
Earl took the beer can, lit the cherry bomb, dropped it into the beer can, held the can up to his ear, and started counting on his free hand. “1…2…3…4…5…,” stopped, put the can between his legs, then held up his other hand and started counting on that one!
Dale said after the explosion, Creek Dog looked over at him and said, “See, I told ya!”
One other one this morning…
You know, as we start getting a little older, our memories at times don’t serve us as well as they used to. This isn’t the case with everyone, but with enough of us, that many will be able to relate to this next little story. Maybe not so much the story, but the memory loss…
This man decided to eat lunch out of the office. So, he takes his sack, walks across the street to the park, sits down on a bench, and starts eating his lunch. Directly across from him was an old woman who was crying.
He asked her if he may be of some help, and why was she crying?
She stated that she was married to a 22-year-old man, who made her a huge breakfast every morning. Once they had eaten, he’d then make love to her…EVERY morning. She said for lunch he always makes her some type of homemade dish, then they spend most of the afternoon making love again.
Then for dinner every night, he cooks her some type of gourmet meal, which is always delicious, served with red wine, and always ends up with some type of her favorite desserts. Whereupon they always cap off the day, by going to the bedroom once more and making love until 2 am.
The man eating lunch, after hearing her story then asked, “Well, what in the world are you crying about??”
“Because, “she said…”I can’t remember where I live!”
Thanks for coming by today, and God Bless you all! Deb says to, “Keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!”
Dub and Deb