The Evolution of Atlas: A Breeding (and Chat) Thread

I'm surprised that so many don't know what crowder peas are. They are called field peas, Southern peas, called cowpeas by many folks, related to blackeyed peas, etc. They taste nothing like blackeyed peas, which I think taste like gummy dirt, LOL. I love crowders. They are brown peas and these are vining peas, grow up our fences and this year, invaded the compost pile like crazy. They're very prolific here.

I tried to mail some dried peas to a friend in SC and the P.O. opened the envelope like I was mailing drugs or something, LOL.
 
I know what crowders, and purple hulls are. I don't care for either. Actually, I don't like any peas that are dried. I love cream peas, which you don't see much of anymore, and young, tender blackeye peas. They're both a LOT of work, especially the cream peas, but so worth it.
 
I know what crowders, and purple hulls are. I don't care for either. Actually, I don't like any peas that are dried. I love cream peas, which you don't see much of anymore, and young, tender blackeye peas. They're both a LOT of work, especially the cream peas, but so worth it.
We don't dry our crowders except to use as seed for the next year.
I've never had cream peas that I recall, but they may have been called something else. My grandfather and father were old farmers so they had their own names for stuff, as you can imagine, and of course, were true Southerners. I've never liked blackeye peas. I tried, I really did. My dad always wanted us to eat them for that stupid New Year's tradition and I said I'd rather be poor, LOL. I guess if you're hungry and trying to survive, you'll eat what you have, though!

ETA: Cheryl, how are you feeling these days?
 
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On my dad's side, my great grandparents, and my grandparents were all born in Ga. I still have plenty of kin there. My aunt was the eldest of the two children, and she too was born in Ga. Shortly after she was born, they moved to Jacksonville. Later on, that's where my dad was born. I still have lots of kin in Ga. I sneak up there every so often for a visit.
 
Once again, husband cuts pasture grass, now in terrible pain for two days. I'm so tired of this. He won't hire anyone though I know I've nagged and nagged for him to do it, yet, he can no longer do jobs like are required here without suffering terribly. I can't run the machinery, either. He doesn't want to move to an easier place so here I sit, frustrated and stressed over the chaotic mess here, but I can't do anything about it. I'm tempted to set fire to the original coop, just burn it down-it now houses miscellaneous junk and all the trim is rotting because, well, it's another job to replace trim and paint it. So, all I can do is bury myself in busywork and try to forget the myriad of jobs awaiting someone to do them, all the while, the Georgia mountain jungle is creeping up on us all over again. Though there are tomatoes on the plants in the garden, cantaloupes on the vines, peppers and okra still growing, I'm ready to tear all of it out and be done with it. At least I'd feel I accomplished something.
 
I think the next time he is in pain, I would demand he get serious about some changes, instead of being so prideful, and selfish. Prideful, because he doesn't want to admit he's older, and not able to do like he once did. Selfish because he forces you to watch him suffer, while you suffer knowing changes have to be made, and he's not being a team player, and helping you change things around.
 
I think the next time he is in pain, I would demand he get serious about some changes, instead of being so prideful, and selfish. Prideful, because he doesn't want to admit he's older, and not able to do like he once did. Selfish because he forces you to watch him suffer, while you suffer knowing changes have to be made, and he's not being a team player, and helping you change things around.

Easier said than done. Demanding doesn't do anything except cause arguments. I've said over and over again that he cannot do this stuff anymore, that he has to hire someone or else. Next move will be to say either you hire someone or I will and won't consult you about who or how much. That's the sticking point, the "how much" part. He hates to pay someone to do things he can do with his own tools, especially big ticket stuff like property work.

I think what's happened is that all the vibration of the riding mower has knocked loose a kidney stone and that's what's going on, looks like it anyway. He had surgery to remove all the stones from one side, but hasn't done the other (I absolutely loathe driving through Atlanta, makes me insanely nervous). So, he has stones in that side and because it hurts in both his back and gut, seems that's the deal this time. It's always something. Dang grumpy, stubborn old man. Grrr.
 
If it's not overly large, they can give him stuff to try to dissolve it, or make it small enough to pass. I know it doesn't always work, but he should at least be getting it checked out, and weighing his options. I know surgery is no picnic, but even if he had to go that route, it wouldn't be too long, and he would be pain free, and able to do more of the things he wants to, without being in pain. Yeah, I have a stubborn old man too. LOL!
 

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