Thursday, March 12, 2015
Nesting. Nesting in all sorts of ways. First, an experiment in paint and stitch that turned into mostly stitch. I got a teensy bit carried away with trying to create a realistic looking bird nest and completely covered most of the painting. Back to the drawing board with this one :)
Prepping a garden bed for veggies this summer. We are trying the lasagna method. The boys had great fun hammering and nailing together scraps of lumber for the borders and not so much fun gathering humus rich top soil from the woods to fill it. Dad and I reassure them that hard work will make men out of them. I secretly hope it won't for some time yet. I'm not ready for them to leave the nest any time soon.
Making my grandmother's "hushpuppies" to feed the hungry menfolk after a hard day's work. This is super simple Southern goodness. Peasant food at its finest. Just mix together one egg, 2-3 tablespoons of finely minced onion (I use scallions and sweet onions), 2/3 cup self-rising cornmeal mix, 1/3 cup self-rising flour, and enough buttermilk to make a batter similar in consistency to pancake batter. Fry in shallow oil until crispy and golden brown. Absolutely delicious - can be eaten alone or as a side for almost anything else. I especially like them with collard greens and field peas.
Rain soaked ground and spring storms brought down a huge hickory which will be split and stacked for firewood next winter and grilling this summer. Nothing smells as good or makes meat taste as good as hickory smoke.
Spiders build the most amazing "nests". This one is a towering labyrinth that makes me wonder how on earth the spider doesn't get caught in its own web. Absolutely amazing - and very effective.
And then there is the beginnings of a tree fort for the boys. This is stage one, which is basically just a raised platform at this point, but is already being used quite a lot. It's far enough away from the house for young men to feel as though they have a bit of privacy and a place of their own, but still close enough for me to hear them laughing and playing or screaming bloody murder if someone gets hurt. They pack their book bags full of water and snacks and books and slingshots and head off to the woods when they finish their school lessons. And I stand on the back porch with my binoculars and watch them laughing and talking and just enjoying being young and exploring the world a little bit on their own. And my heart fills up with gratitude and then I can't see anymore because my eyes get all blurry with tears and I go back inside and make their lunch.
Thank you, God. Thank you so much for this wonderful life.