Oklahoma weather is very fickle. A few rumblings and now all is clear. We'll see about overnight.
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Very nice! Thanks for sharing them!Sorry about all the tree/sky pictures, but we do have some beautiful sunsets and I do appreciate all our big trees!View attachment 2269387View attachment 2269388View attachment 2269392
I will be using it tomorrow morning to slow cook my dry beans (with tomatoes and peppers) using the same spices used in chili. I might use my mild peppers instead of hot peppers. I will taste test the broth before I pick peppers.I'm not sure how you'd use it in most recipes that call for "a flavorful liquid".
HaHa, that's awesome. Amazing the entertainment Mother Nature shows us when we just stop and look.OK two funny stories to start your morning, and then I have to pop out for the day.
1. There is a lady on our local craigslist, who apparently never knew you don't need to plant the WHOLE package of zucchini. Yup, it has taken over the world. She is selling zucchini.
(Told the story before, but as a kid, mom used to send us down to the local market with our wagon loaded with bags of the stuff. If your car door was unlocked, surprise, you win free zucchini!)
2. I've been sharing the exploits of our large flock of newly fledged barn swallows. We had many nests fledge at the same time, and they have now formed their own gang. I won't call it a flock, as they fly around all day, en masse, getting into all kinds of mischief. They really love dive bombing me while I'm in the garden and seeing how close they can get to my head before I start swearing at them. The game 'drop and catch the feather' from great heights is still of hearty amusement to them, although the hens would prefer it if they would gather the loose feathers from the yard and not their butts.
So yesterday, I'm taking three minutes to myself in the shade of the barn, just kicking back in the Addy Chair and I hear one of those giant black and gold cicadas we have here. I love listening to them. But this one sounded odd. It wasn't a steady whir like it normally was. It had a doppler shift to the whirring. The sound was coming and going faintly, but not like it does when they have trouble getting their little engines going. So I got up out of the spot and wandered back into the sunshine (blast furnace) to look for it.
The whir was to my left, so I went to the willow tree. Nope, right, back to the garden. Behind me, off to the woodpile. Above my head, wait, what the hell?!
I look up and there is the Barn Swallow Gang, and one rather unfortunate Prairie Cicada. One of the birds had managed to snatch it, but either didn't know what to DO with the darn thing, but didn't want to let his treasure go, or he was taunting the others with his great treasure. He was flying to and fro with the thing, landing on the wires next to his friends, and all the while the poor thing is rattling off it's displeasure. This went on for almost 15 minutes before I got too hot to watch anymore, but good grief.