tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56718528544451121842024-02-07T21:37:19.076-06:00countrypeapieliving where the sky is wide, the grass is tall, and the chickens cross the road just to exasperate uscountrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-84131405762573506622010-08-21T16:39:00.014-05:002010-08-21T19:11:37.821-05:00good day sunshine<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >What better way to spend the morning than to run, meet good friends for coffee, mosey over to the <a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.bbgardens.org/index2.php">Birmingham Botanical Gardens</a> to see an art exhibit, and then head downtown for some fair trade shopping ~<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkG7TThxd-sTn-8L6FM5scxfu7Dp2gqUMNjcni7-2fHoNwbQis4J6gDlEueT0Y3Hf2QcRc_0uJTemVvWFvUNO9en_85Cb5CXYuwAF3cp5FwORWVm7LqqkWOFr8Zdq1o-Zqbfvx-AZfL4/s1600/P1000521.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkG7TThxd-sTn-8L6FM5scxfu7Dp2gqUMNjcni7-2fHoNwbQis4J6gDlEueT0Y3Hf2QcRc_0uJTemVvWFvUNO9en_85Cb5CXYuwAF3cp5FwORWVm7LqqkWOFr8Zdq1o-Zqbfvx-AZfL4/s400/P1000521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507987340753480306" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >striking nature photography by a friend and <a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://rurality.blogspot.com/">fellow blogger</a></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeCTp1Mv7ZrWEbLL0NYjFm2hCd77Rb7Fe4e9mXj4-fJ54D1gzB9L16u-1lpX9UkFAzq0pJ8OrzXH7Bi15Bcy3_BB7DKsaNkQma4MoKrN0HT5oej3zt4xoN8SGULvuRxPWVbm2gbvNyyw/s1600/P1000522.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeCTp1Mv7ZrWEbLL0NYjFm2hCd77Rb7Fe4e9mXj4-fJ54D1gzB9L16u-1lpX9UkFAzq0pJ8OrzXH7Bi15Bcy3_BB7DKsaNkQma4MoKrN0HT5oej3zt4xoN8SGULvuRxPWVbm2gbvNyyw/s400/P1000522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507986969451501058" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >gorgeous paintings and drawings of flowers by another friend ~ i wish i could link you to her blog, but she doesn't have one ~ yet ~ (hint, hint)</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AtOrCV87yKlKCrNc0avsH_CS4U0aoX9QShOJM4u0O9gMxLHW217z8W9JSZaRvxWMzQRvAsb_3lez7qhWaWK2mdcr8lqgjApMnwJnVcoa-wckyHn_tBn3dyvAfSQHshKW_sw4ONIXC_k/s1600/P1000528.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AtOrCV87yKlKCrNc0avsH_CS4U0aoX9QShOJM4u0O9gMxLHW217z8W9JSZaRvxWMzQRvAsb_3lez7qhWaWK2mdcr8lqgjApMnwJnVcoa-wckyHn_tBn3dyvAfSQHshKW_sw4ONIXC_k/s400/P1000528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507986216187626770" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >sculpture/water feature at the botanical gardens</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibsov1DR99AKDyM882vBxs1jdeL9p2b8JP_9103GVVpYTutt4ky98NwGiomsPzF31L34Zc93D8qEpk_XeHQSPnCo7-aATe7284eE0NSVqmcAVLOOr4vdtul1E9ST83XKArgbWVA8VBN4/s1600/P1000523.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibsov1DR99AKDyM882vBxs1jdeL9p2b8JP_9103GVVpYTutt4ky98NwGiomsPzF31L34Zc93D8qEpk_XeHQSPnCo7-aATe7284eE0NSVqmcAVLOOr4vdtul1E9ST83XKArgbWVA8VBN4/s400/P1000523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507985691154385762" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >lily pads</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMoaE42hio3RAKJVvpRior3sVn27qN2hj_cUL8ABf9XGyvKAU7mC_xIKUNsesZ_yZVSAJ-YafSGNvMWbPcLb-9vPzZrrLERpaj9rkskO7ylBSRKMAzcQCzSQXrzgn83kTaS_BYMO8jtW0/s1600/P1000525.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMoaE42hio3RAKJVvpRior3sVn27qN2hj_cUL8ABf9XGyvKAU7mC_xIKUNsesZ_yZVSAJ-YafSGNvMWbPcLb-9vPzZrrLERpaj9rkskO7ylBSRKMAzcQCzSQXrzgn83kTaS_BYMO8jtW0/s400/P1000525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507985257608400594" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >water lily</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MOaiEyqzxMTAD9FpuSkmOjIKsJil8W_wAPk55YglljLGTk6yAsFYtkWDWN0mDiZVL3DpsO41upbXFslU1CF7fZVX0eCuBsvS03o8cfFdB6wyRTkZzUimNnIA_8WIG4hqr6BQY69_n7g/s1600/P1000530.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MOaiEyqzxMTAD9FpuSkmOjIKsJil8W_wAPk55YglljLGTk6yAsFYtkWDWN0mDiZVL3DpsO41upbXFslU1CF7fZVX0eCuBsvS03o8cfFdB6wyRTkZzUimNnIA_8WIG4hqr6BQY69_n7g/s400/P1000530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507984824927608098" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >funky little critter on the Alabama woodlands trail</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOCnDbOmnoHdMcwvbi5S5Jx4XHddPVqesVw_Jw9v9lD9K8XiaTUcyRJw8QLgeoTdLctJKxJV9-24kR22ms-aTD7jYxK3snnmfZPGxX_tIFsF81_I0fHGpCnGi95W___jtq7Pyot4wBnY/s1600/P1000531.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOCnDbOmnoHdMcwvbi5S5Jx4XHddPVqesVw_Jw9v9lD9K8XiaTUcyRJw8QLgeoTdLctJKxJV9-24kR22ms-aTD7jYxK3snnmfZPGxX_tIFsF81_I0fHGpCnGi95W___jtq7Pyot4wBnY/s400/P1000531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507984354443175090" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lycoris_squamigera">Lycoris squamigera</a></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPpa-3qSeJ8YVbPPOm6bCQiYOb_54oFGrxmlU2Xa43jev9hyphenhyphenSrZso4dYo8ubs0IPckYlMPVibAthpAYZFsKt2YrTrE-cMhylbejo_pzQDnRMSmi1ZhPkE_7AJb4CVvqUBqgsIFhYrTpY/s1600/P1000532.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPpa-3qSeJ8YVbPPOm6bCQiYOb_54oFGrxmlU2Xa43jev9hyphenhyphenSrZso4dYo8ubs0IPckYlMPVibAthpAYZFsKt2YrTrE-cMhylbejo_pzQDnRMSmi1ZhPkE_7AJb4CVvqUBqgsIFhYrTpY/s400/P1000532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507983893402478466" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >shark rock</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDN_jXEZEiRBwO3WR_g2Jfrlt1gDRdOs2FD5HVh8Ggw6BsFnidWwMgVDPJ1SOBM2sVOn2hmxK5suIXfQdnUAimIPkwSOkbrvYgXcHZoaQpzvFD5-f8KWcjU9_s2VVPGvJYMX7jeK6p3d8/s1600/P1000533.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDN_jXEZEiRBwO3WR_g2Jfrlt1gDRdOs2FD5HVh8Ggw6BsFnidWwMgVDPJ1SOBM2sVOn2hmxK5suIXfQdnUAimIPkwSOkbrvYgXcHZoaQpzvFD5-f8KWcjU9_s2VVPGvJYMX7jeK6p3d8/s400/P1000533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507983419289176370" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argiope_aurantia">Argiope aurantia</a></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZg8G4oXxuqv3TvppcrMgcfJC9yXwvWBVyjk3goCljMPgVUaBwautbm5O7qMX5tIHk-DnamZ2vKvmc0U2WnHPnNEcMTpxHFjGR5n8AKlskH98JgPd65XXRzyRBn2fqvOjlOkqfz1PO-A/s1600/P1000536.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZg8G4oXxuqv3TvppcrMgcfJC9yXwvWBVyjk3goCljMPgVUaBwautbm5O7qMX5tIHk-DnamZ2vKvmc0U2WnHPnNEcMTpxHFjGR5n8AKlskH98JgPd65XXRzyRBn2fqvOjlOkqfz1PO-A/s400/P1000536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507982852615407442" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.adventureartpeace.com/">Sojourns</a></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMqO-w_8GoBlgZEveXb73tJnFuJWKFwUZaoVNSM2oldEzQu0DAvxljIFyt620OtNeoEK6e0QumpTd9XUDoRXX_lbvRChO7OCqMjsuwnvL3KK5Dqzp0FC9Ae2Aknq190EcaSPWFm3iyeo/s1600/P1000537.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMqO-w_8GoBlgZEveXb73tJnFuJWKFwUZaoVNSM2oldEzQu0DAvxljIFyt620OtNeoEK6e0QumpTd9XUDoRXX_lbvRChO7OCqMjsuwnvL3KK5Dqzp0FC9Ae2Aknq190EcaSPWFm3iyeo/s400/P1000537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507982411060769682" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br />Naptime.</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-18089587648745626642010-08-09T16:01:00.008-05:002010-08-09T17:25:44.234-05:00where i left off<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Highlights since last I blogged ~</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUyQ-sjxDfnbt9qHGRWa8OWwuv3UtSF666UdiuH4Pfrlzym8BSy9DW_bxKNxR7Ar67nTHYhM62nwJgI7zshSAGytpA0hGX74fU4JtlbyWCrDuRHGuIG0DU7U4aNzg1NhPd4FC6sJ-xIQ/s1600/P1000333.JPG"><br /></a></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">rooster donation<br /><br /></span></div> <span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeCOgSRLfK1cI0I5j3kglN7SE7BGg7SkjfXo1eurjF0-rVdYLMz2XNzFFGI5bSqa_ZEIKRsS8aos8D2YNSJS8NPmXSGam64-QuM-oceJHWwYixB_rtN8mnzEMJ4k7H8QNFwC_xd02IvA/s1600/P1000335.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeCOgSRLfK1cI0I5j3kglN7SE7BGg7SkjfXo1eurjF0-rVdYLMz2XNzFFGI5bSqa_ZEIKRsS8aos8D2YNSJS8NPmXSGam64-QuM-oceJHWwYixB_rtN8mnzEMJ4k7H8QNFwC_xd02IvA/s400/P1000335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503533554495620338" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Sometime in June, this fellow appeared at our house. We haven't had a rooster in a while, and I love waking up to a good crow, but this one gets started at around 4:30AM and goes all. day. long.<br /><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">six<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8N884Um-hN6IDW5o0kUn-Cc0_Jl5aNrD14QEgnKo7LDcLEcJR_ZtbixysDVmhFuXlBSPMMcxV7LSI9wuHC3Uz9IX_LBoVmiG1OjstwXbwNIiOMh-oi79F59VCczMmFgHuwbHZI6TKajM/s1600/neal_slide.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8N884Um-hN6IDW5o0kUn-Cc0_Jl5aNrD14QEgnKo7LDcLEcJR_ZtbixysDVmhFuXlBSPMMcxV7LSI9wuHC3Uz9IX_LBoVmiG1OjstwXbwNIiOMh-oi79F59VCczMmFgHuwbHZI6TKajM/s400/neal_slide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503533059564666514" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />We celebrated Neal's birthday at </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.alapark.com/rickwoodcaverns/">Rickwood Caverns State Park</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">. (Thanks, Allison, for the picture!)</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">red clay groovy<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_yDMv-GyTN5-Maol7ZJLi74-gtc241c1Zi3jludpK4q9OeIlm0JbRZaA0JXCrFHaVEd6MlMLyY72eEGe3bS_xMr-TQ2JCZE6PYsYQoXTp3_rLZdsSzATEcpjXp7svn-Ro2wOaX0PjUs/s1600/P1000421.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_yDMv-GyTN5-Maol7ZJLi74-gtc241c1Zi3jludpK4q9OeIlm0JbRZaA0JXCrFHaVEd6MlMLyY72eEGe3bS_xMr-TQ2JCZE6PYsYQoXTp3_rLZdsSzATEcpjXp7svn-Ro2wOaX0PjUs/s400/P1000421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503532744834990642" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />With the help of Laurie Kramer, Artist in Residence at </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.artworksalabama.com/">Art Works Alabama</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">, the </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.girlscoutsnca.org/">Girls Scouts of North Central Alabama</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> made Alabama mud tie-dye t-shirts.<br /><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">cargo<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUyQ-sjxDfnbt9qHGRWa8OWwuv3UtSF666UdiuH4Pfrlzym8BSy9DW_bxKNxR7Ar67nTHYhM62nwJgI7zshSAGytpA0hGX74fU4JtlbyWCrDuRHGuIG0DU7U4aNzg1NhPd4FC6sJ-xIQ/s1600/P1000333.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUyQ-sjxDfnbt9qHGRWa8OWwuv3UtSF666UdiuH4Pfrlzym8BSy9DW_bxKNxR7Ar67nTHYhM62nwJgI7zshSAGytpA0hGX74fU4JtlbyWCrDuRHGuIG0DU7U4aNzg1NhPd4FC6sJ-xIQ/s400/P1000333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503534848471433890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Did I mention we're going to build a </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shipping_container_architecture">shipping container home</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> on the banks of the </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://friendsofthelocustforkriver.org/">Locust Fork</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">? The picture above is an example of one that's being built close to <a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.blountcountypark.com/">Palisades Park</a>. Our design is somewhat similar in that we're placing the containers on either end, but we'll also be incorporating some hay bale construction in between, and shoring up the sides with dirt for the sake of insulation. We're hoping to cut the driveway and place the first container this fall. Up until now, we've devoted most of our time to pesky details, such as locating the plat, arguing with the loggers, and proving that the now-gated road that provides access to our land belongs to the county and therefore should not be gated (they gave us a key; we're still working on this one). We're antsy to make some real progress, as time and money allows.</span></span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-2538379349593466702010-04-24T10:55:00.008-05:002010-04-24T12:12:13.428-05:00blount springs<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Every day, on the way to school, we pass a white sulphur spring that smells like rotten eggs. It's one of several mineral springs found in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blount_Springs,_Alabama"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Blount Springs</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">, Alabama.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />Blount Springs was once a popular resort where people came from all over to heal themselves in the magical mineral water. My father-in-law can still find the spot where the old train station used to be.</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br /><br /></div></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463743228114776802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfVzRVXoH7u5VqC338xZGnAcPQywAtEHkzCRWRiARZKCfDc2UpzdJhXR9TIH5gsXyOyO_6kShBXt27eNZ8StlKkslQnpHgz1VE8-XKZgLGSbl4K5AxZaAAthTtjuTjfSPAln0YvUXONU/s400/sulphur+spring.jpg" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">white swirls of sulphur in the water<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463743083697106258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5vdXrvqkJvcoHy5W1ouQoT5pf0sxq_-sBXeXF2MZwaPIq-Y935XkRAIjg4DBhSZNf2UgAw3PLeWdVfM3UnSvNGZJGATu-UoyOADL97BJ1X01wgsTh1-8H90inw650ywEgLgjCfxA-UQ/s400/sulphur+spring+thing.jpg" /></p><p align="center">there are several of these ~ i think they're spring portals<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></p></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463742920565063634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGfyiqSLg_mc9rUKK6gTN2moepi5O6BbdSsZ4FrZN5Nrfy17SF9UeDl96mYVfHeXrhVWl25WoL7B05k-_w8KJcL76KmancJI86C1Mx8ZxNIL2s1Os8xYCSfzFsEXRxs7tXogxTMf662A/s400/stone+wall+at+sulphur+spring.jpg" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">an old stone wall</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463742705296363202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMsrCX9WCcIHJtlj7hcmH4i6i_lZH9HPlCcniREV8mQdQepKTKRvgiy-HnRkYafMTIG0TkvlsfnuzB8TVICAixbkdsf757alSRqsUF_wpQ0747Vr5sndG_oQbPQRaTHbESVqfDjy0XzA/s400/hollow+trunk+at+sulphur+spring.jpg" /> </div><p align="center">a hollow tree trunk ~ i always wanted to live in one of these when i was a kid<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463742514072259714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIJV0IjclgARSpIlWJY-Y8yttPhu0u0IFTSKcoJ3JX20bqRNsFbLppGPt_b8T1icJkk-palPn66JZWZwL0FEuQ2aejemK0pnaZyAGMhsUytoqboGqaAMm9z8UDdp6hWLTLKyFzkyLsWU/s400/boat+at+sulphur+spring.jpg" /></p><p align="center">go ahead and make your own caption for this<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463742232386545522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6DytQ94yTOjpxLkkzhWQkm58AhXDHZoWi7vBWm8TWsOPRvGGKkH8FQ_3Bc17lmsvDrVRVHYLv1_Tw_HGarRpczW2hunJVxvHGbOyVO3nkvjpubzsv0mN1MdfrvOJcvtQiFXaAJGiqeI/s400/love+immortalized+at+sulphur+spring.jpg" /> <p align="center">tree love</span></p>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-41060828213134202002010-03-14T18:58:00.005-05:002010-03-14T20:46:10.821-05:00the man eats raw eggs<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Lee --</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: Yes --</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Tell us about eggs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: What would you like to know about eggs?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: What prompted you to begin eating raw eggs?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: I believe we have established that I am mildly insane.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Were there any other contributing factors -- health benefits, taste, etc.?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: Yes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Please elaborate.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: I'd heard about eating them before and that they're really good for building muscle and they are supposedly a perfectly balanced food. For years, I believed all the propoganda PR hype from the anti- raw egg people -- that they were really bad for your cholesterol. But after further research, just out of curiosity, I found that there are quite a number of sources that espouse the health benefits of raw eggs and that explain that detrimental effects only come from cooked eggs, because cooked eggs change the structure of several different elements within the egg. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I had also believed the hype about salmonella until I did further research and found that the percentage of eggs that are infected with salmonella is somewhere in the neighborhood of one in thirty thousand eggs, but those eggs are factory hatchery eggs, where the chickens live in unhealthy conditions and are fed unhealthy foods.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: So it's a darn good thing our chickens starting laying again recently.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: Si. Yes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: How many raw eggs are you eating each day?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: No more than two.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Do you season them, or do you just crack them into a glass and drink them like Rocky?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: Well, that's an interesting question, Meg. Not really that interesting, but worth answering at least. (Insert loving look from me to Lee here.) Until today, my process was to take eggs that are no older than six days, thoroughly wash my hands, and then wash the shell of the egg with hot water and one drop of soap, crack it into an egg-drinking glass (has to be the right size), and then drink it. At first I thought it would be icky, but in actuality, since I've begun to consume raw eggs, the thought of cooked eggs has become more icky.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Leah: You eat raw eggs, Daddy?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: Yes, yes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Leah: Ewwww!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: They really have no flavor -- barely perceptible flavor. But, as to your question, do I season them: for the first time today, as an experiment, I put a dash of hot sauce on the egg (Leah: Eww, gross!) before I drank it (Leah: Eww, double gross!), and it therefore tasted like hot sauce.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Are the anti- raw egg people, like, militant?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: Insidious. It's a worldwide conspiracy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Why doesn't the egg industry address this issue and promote the consumption of raw eggs?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: The egg industry represents egg factories, which produce nasty eggs. I would never eat a raw egg from an unknown source.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Me: Are you going to start eating all of our backyard eggs? Because I still like them scrambled.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Lee: Then we need more chickens.</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-35630501417105748382010-02-15T17:15:00.004-06:002010-02-15T17:46:54.341-06:00found between the dust and buttons<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Today, while tidying up the kids' room, I came across a journal that Leah kept last year, when she was in the second grade. Some excerpts:<br /><br />If I were president I would help the poor.<br />I would make gas prices lower.<br />I would make school longer.<br />I would also make chocolate bars bigger.<br />I would also make giant packs of cookies.<br /><br />I learned that the rain forest gets 60 inches of water each year and that jaguars like to eat fish and that sometimes the rain forest will flood.<br /><br />5 things I learned<br />1. Sound travels faster in liquid than it travels through air.<br />2. Sound travels faster through solid than it travels through liquid and air.<br />3. An echo is a sound that bounces off of something.<br />4. Some sound waves are made to just go in one way.<br />5. Scientists have special microphones to listen to whales.<br /><br />The life of Leah Waites<br />Leah was born August 29 2000 in Alabama. She went to kindergarten at Redmont and learned how to fingerknit and paint. She went to first grade at Hayden and learned how to do math and she learned all her alphabet. She went to second grade at Hayden Primary also and she learned how to write in cursive and she learned about different word meanings.<br /><br />Spring<br />In spring you hear birds singing. You see the flowers bloom. You smell the pollen in the air. You feel the breeze go by. You talk to your plants so they will grow.</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-3307580588973900112010-01-10T11:35:00.007-06:002011-03-18T08:38:31.320-05:00why i'm a heathen<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >i pledge allegiance to a flag of all things known and unknown<br />i reject all other flags other than to find them pretty<br />i am not allied to random acts of birth<br />i do not worship the idea of a god that would choose one person over another<br />based on random acts of birth that result in cultural- religious immersion<br />and then expect some other person with some other random cultural-religious immersion<br />to preempt the others<br />my god is all things known and unknown and my god accepts all things known and unknown<br />and the telling of stories is the telling of stories and is not the road to redemption<br />or the path to heaven or the truth with a capital t<br />i am quilting a flag of all flags and once i am done it will still only be pretty<br />because it will still not represent all things known and unknown<br />it is mainly something that keeps us warm<br />and the miracle can be represented through story<br />but the miracle is not something that happened in a story<br />it is all things known and unknown<br />and it has no name<br />and there is no list of all the names we create at the end of the line<br />with a pass next to one and a fail next to another<br />the miracle is all around us and needs no embellishment<br />attempts to manifest the miracle through any medium are what we call art<br />of course something happens after we die<br />our bodies decompose and feed the earth (if we let them)<br />making food for new bodies to live<br />the miracle is not a spectacular show or a bestseller<br />i respect art and desire warmth<br />i respect your art and hope you are warm<br />but my flag does not fly over any one nation under any one god<br />it is too big for that</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-91170965618102845202010-01-02T12:57:00.002-06:002010-01-02T13:17:07.082-06:00fancy<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">i am falling asleep to embers<br />only i am not falling asleep<br /><br />i am dry-eyed, dry-throated, dry<br />the heat steals my water<br /><br />my son has bad dreams in the next room<br />tosses and protests<br />injustice is relative<br /><br />we have a bed<br />and an oven<br />the futon is folded up for sitting<br />the water runs<br />the roof holds<br /><br />we got the fancy guppies at the shop owner's<br />     recommendation<br />they are hardy, live long<br />the snails and plants clean the tank so we don't have to<br /><br />fish must be different from people because fancy and hardy<br />     don't go<br />luxury is relative</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-65989642756575235062009-12-05T09:55:00.011-06:002009-12-05T11:08:08.458-06:00interview with a kefir freak<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjt0C6aZiY7Q58OpnvkG8e5lRSTqY3zfOaFjkXuBZxvvkb54Z1qPkAUJznr-djpcVE2677DVYC-gaE30eSGWMQ1n2wxw7kh1i2ZSWhGyt_rIb8qVEXNZJ1oDs0HEIgY8xIZHIXCP-AwQ/s1600-h/102409_kefir1.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411790341975415474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjt0C6aZiY7Q58OpnvkG8e5lRSTqY3zfOaFjkXuBZxvvkb54Z1qPkAUJznr-djpcVE2677DVYC-gaE30eSGWMQ1n2wxw7kh1i2ZSWhGyt_rIb8qVEXNZJ1oDs0HEIgY8xIZHIXCP-AwQ/s400/102409_kefir1.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">pouring fermented kefir into a glass jar for storage in the refrigerator</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdZRvNZq6ubm9dHNFh796TBCKtxOVNku4WVML3cKdVOGUR0nem1S_RoiMF7_DUwqdTZe3TExq9puBAVOJn5SeOy64Ge_eswisR5K_nsVq6CVNEiIBfaP-wCmoX7mBrTFek4H3gPzJK2Q/s1600-h/102409_kefir5.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411790216388113602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdZRvNZq6ubm9dHNFh796TBCKtxOVNku4WVML3cKdVOGUR0nem1S_RoiMF7_DUwqdTZe3TExq9puBAVOJn5SeOy64Ge_eswisR5K_nsVq6CVNEiIBfaP-wCmoX7mBrTFek4H3gPzJK2Q/s400/102409_kefir5.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> <em>kefir grains ~ there are different shapes and textures, but apparently the flat and stringy kind, as shown here, is the best</em><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">So Lee, tell us about </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kefir"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">kefir</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">.<br /><br />~ Where do you want me to start?<br /><br />How do you pronounce it?<br /><br />~ I say KEFFer because it sounds better to me. I believe the original pronunciation is kuh-FEAR. It's Russian. It's from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caucasus_Mountains"><span style="color:#993399;">Caucasus Mountains</span></a>.<br /><br />What is it?<br /><br />~ It is a fermented/cultured milk product similar to a drinkable yogurt.<br /><br />How do you make it?<br /><br />~ Well, first you acquire the kefir grains from someone. These kefir grains are the same kefir grains that come from the Caucasus Mountains, that have been passed down hand to hand for thousands of years. Second, you add milk in a glass or ceramic container -- never metal -- in fact, you avoid contact with metal at all stages except when straining -- and you ferment for anywhere from 24 to 72 hours, then strain into a glass or ceramic container and refrigerate.<br /><br />You don't refrigerate it while it's fermenting?<br /><br />~ No, that slows down the process.<br /><br />Do you drink it straight from the fridge?<br /><br />~ Yeah, you can. You can enjoy it in any number of ways.<br /><br />Such as....<br /><br />~ Mix it with fruit and make a smoothie. Add it to bread recipes. Drink it straight if you're brave (it tastes kind of like buttermilk), mix it with salad dressings. My personal favorite is one tablespoon honey, one tablespoon ground flax seed, and a half pint of kefir.<br /><br />Why do you do this?<br /><br />~ I haven't been sick since I started drinking it. My social anxiety, which I've suffered from for years, has virtually disappeared.<br /><br />So you can eat out at restaurants now?<br /><br />~ I still don't enjoy it, but I can. Too noisy. I can't focus on my food or my fellow diners.<br /><br />And you can shop now, without having a panic attack?<br /><br />~ No. And I say this for purely political reasons.<br /><br />Huh?<br /><br />~ Now you're going to try to make me do the shopping.<br /><br />(Damn.)<br /><br />Are there known health benefits, aside from your anecdotal evidence?<br /><br />~ The claims are numerous.<br /><br />Why do you choose to make your own kefir when you can buy it in some stores, such as Whole Foods?<br /><br />~ I'm not sure why, but store-bought stuff doesn't have the same effects. It may just be the potency of freshness. Plus, I get a kick out of making my own stuff. I made my own sauerkraut, grew my own mushrooms. Things taste better when they're fresh. The store-bought stuff never helped my stomach.<br /><br />So, like yogurt, kefir aids digestion?<br /><br />~ Ten times better.<br /><br />Where did you find the grains to get started?<br /><br />~ I paid $20 to have them sent from the </span><a href="http://www.kefirlady.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">kefir lady</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">. Most people frown on paying for them. It's supposed to be a way to share god's gift of the health-giving kefir grains, and most people in the kefir community prefer to give it away, especially seeing as how kefir grows, like any culture. Finding something to do with the excess kefir actually becomes a challenge, because it's too beneficial to simply throw away. Once exposed to the generous health benefits, one would certainly become eager to share.<br /><br />Then why did the kefir lady charge for them?<br /><br />~ She claimed it merely covered the shipping and her material investment. To me, she seemed established, and being new to the kefir community, I felt more comfortable dealing with someone who seemed obviously established and verifiable.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">So, conceptually, is it kind of like sharing sour dough in that you grow something, you keep it alive, and then you can share a little with others, who can in turn grow it and keep it alive, and use it to make things?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ Sure.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Anything else you want to say about kefir?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666666;">~ Google it.</span></span> </div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-5018997261130612292009-11-21T22:00:00.004-06:002009-11-21T22:21:56.973-06:00fires and fish<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCXfW_oTmd1rYQqHTdHh7kPNLgrf2IlIfyQ2Xc_jbRm3gHJf2qQYVv8-7PKenSKCLSzjfMFbGGD8hhTzaPblfyWcM5_-sB5MNcCqPmnLbhBdyISLKgt9sX-fXvCEQCfW_U_9xd7l86gk/s1600/110809_burning+leaves.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406773758529781650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCXfW_oTmd1rYQqHTdHh7kPNLgrf2IlIfyQ2Xc_jbRm3gHJf2qQYVv8-7PKenSKCLSzjfMFbGGD8hhTzaPblfyWcM5_-sB5MNcCqPmnLbhBdyISLKgt9sX-fXvCEQCfW_U_9xd7l86gk/s400/110809_burning+leaves.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">The kids found two of these flashlight/magnifying glasses while we were cleaning out Lee's grandmother's house. I can't tell you how many times I tried to start fires with magnifying glasses when I was a kid. Never worked. I don't know where Leah and Neal got their fire genes, but they can smoke a leaf in about two seconds flat.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKDU35sc5Ytpu7OADLObElfVKJyNYlxmaQ8w6s5wSiRSTB8vrK1f672Bi20V3ljEfXPkOMW5PxPnWNj8MWdcuNQdPAPUwmjkP_Yc2Ix8nL38f41T7U9ASCRI4t8u1a4-jDr771guVQmo/s1600/081509_snails.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406773581234050962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKDU35sc5Ytpu7OADLObElfVKJyNYlxmaQ8w6s5wSiRSTB8vrK1f672Bi20V3ljEfXPkOMW5PxPnWNj8MWdcuNQdPAPUwmjkP_Yc2Ix8nL38f41T7U9ASCRI4t8u1a4-jDr771guVQmo/s400/081509_snails.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Terrible picture, but what you see here are two snails and a fancy guppy. There's another fancy guppy that must've been hiding behind the rock. (I'm not exactly sure what makes them so fancy.) There's also one of those small, tank-cleaning catfish thingies named Roger. The really cool thing about this particular combination of plants and creatures is that the water stays remarkably clean, which makes this aquarium a low-maintenance addition to the household. We've had it for months now, and it seems to be a healthy little ecosystem.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />Mmmmmmm -- Lee just made brownies. Gotta go!</span></div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-43890381423543863702009-11-03T20:41:00.004-06:002009-11-03T21:02:10.729-06:00you know you're old when...<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ There is a drop-down for the year you were born, with a huge selection of years in the visible box, and still you must scroll down, down, down to find your year.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You used to call your friend who works in a doctor's office to ask for valium. Now you call to ask for eyedrops to treat pinkeye.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ The librarian at your daughter's school starts talking about that Bon Jovi song, Dead or Alive, and you say, <em>I remember when that song came out -- it was so popular</em>, and she says, <em>How old are you?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You find yourself trying to explain to your kids what a tape recorder is.*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You find yourself trying to explain to your kids that Drake and Josh did not write Here Comes the Sun.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You find yourself trying to explain yourself to your kids, period.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You actively promote the notion that <em>Because I said so</em> is a reasonable explanation for why a child must do whatever you say.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You take detours that allow you to show people all of the places you used to live, and you find yourself saying <em>This wasn't here</em> a lot.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You can't remember if you've already done a blog post just like this one before, and that's okay.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You can neither spell nor define familiar words without consulting a dictionary.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ You squint for no apparent reason. (You do not need glasses. Nope. Not you.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">*Seriously, though -- tape recorders are fun.</span></span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-89831414811257942262009-10-28T22:15:00.001-05:002009-10-28T22:36:37.043-05:00late harvest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZHOohBhSPeFY-RfBrrIdHSz7O96JMXV-11sTk6hJ-NdT4_GIzb2vmY42ZgzUu_gZGIF_n97Ax5qH_b1YvejN0N84pj1iuVoW3rDdPUljMDsFg6B5rEMa2gRZetOlWq_CpPsQdlIPfmE/s1600-h/102809_lateharvest.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397860556389930514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZHOohBhSPeFY-RfBrrIdHSz7O96JMXV-11sTk6hJ-NdT4_GIzb2vmY42ZgzUu_gZGIF_n97Ax5qH_b1YvejN0N84pj1iuVoW3rDdPUljMDsFg6B5rEMa2gRZetOlWq_CpPsQdlIPfmE/s400/102809_lateharvest.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-20995839792018979572009-10-26T21:01:00.012-05:002009-10-27T23:46:38.024-05:00boston<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I used to travel on business quite a bit. I never once took a trip that didn't end up being a little crazy in some way, but the nuttiest trip I ever took was to Boston. I won't go into all of the details here, but it did inspire me to write a song.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I've been neglecting both blogging and playing music lately, so maybe if I jot down the lyrics, it will count a little towards both.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I have issues with presenting song lyrics in my blog (<a href="http://countrypeapie.blogspot.com/2009/01/highland-court.html"><span style="color:#993399;">refer to previous song lyrics post</span></a>). But I've also found that the older I get, the worse I spell, the worse I edit, and the less I care, so I'm proceeding with that general approach toward the blog. It's this or nothing tonight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">(Funny thing: My band once played at </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thebottletree.com"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Bottletree</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> in Birmingham, and we opened with this song because it's very fast and energetic, kicking off with the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boomwhacker"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">boomwhackers</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> in F and C. The show was a benefit for </span><a href="http://www.blackwarriorriver.org/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Black Warrior Riverkeeper</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">, and it so happens that the president of the company I work for is also the father of the Riverkeeper, so he was there in the audience. I guess it was okay, because I still work there.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">The name of the song is Boston, but I like to call it the punkass song, just because it's fast as hell and we do it with a lot of attitude.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Flying underneath the stars into Boston / I had never seen constellations on the ground</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I named them after the people I knew / One was Elizabeth, one was you</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">The lake was like a black hole pulling us into the runway / Into the runway</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">The drinks were a poor substitute for feeling genuinely better / Genuinely better</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I dial 8 and then 1 and then your number / You're like the pen on the desk in the hotel</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I just figure you're there for me</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Crawling out of bed at six thirty in the morning / 23 degrees in the sun and the snow is</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Blinding on the way to the big boardroom meeting / B-O-R-E-D, big boardroom meeting</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Where the power is wielded in points on a white screen and we all ask our questions / All ask our questions</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">The strategy hovers like a preying mosquito, we will curse when it bites us / Curse when it bites us</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I try to keep my shit together / I'm a professional, shit together</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">But I just want to go home</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Too bad no one was there to see me step out of the stretch limousine</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">In front of the Days Inn / Pimping in Atlanta on a layover night</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Three days later we're back again with the hot spring breakers</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Wearing their flip-flops, wearing their fake tans / With their teeth as white as the snow up in Boston</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-80615357891095638162009-10-24T15:06:00.004-05:002009-10-27T23:47:12.118-05:00why i don't miss my microwave<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I haven't had a microwave in years. Even after a friend gave us one during our move out here, I didn't use it, and it has since been dropped off at a donation site. It finally occured to me one day that it didn't take much longer to boil water on the stovetop than it did in the microwave, and pretty much everything that will cook in either an oven or a microwave tastes WAY better when it's cooked in an oven. I don't really do frozen dinners, and popping a potato into the oven is no more difficult than popping it into the microwave -- you just have to do it earlier.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Microwaves take up a lot of space, they're loud, and sometimes you put things in them that really don't belong. I mean, you would never throw a styrofoam container full of leftovers into the oven thinking, "If it doesn't cook for very long, it's okay, right?" And with a microwave, you can't always tell which plates are going to warm up nicely and which are going to burn the living crap out of you. Give me a good oven-to-table plate -- I know it'll burn the crap out of me every time. That's what pot holders are for. You wouldn't dream of removing anything from the oven without a pot holder, but how many times have you grabbed hold of that mug or bowl or plate in the microwave, expecting it to be hold-able, only to discover it's not? </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">We once threw a party at our old house in Roebuck Springs, and someone showed up with some sauce that was supposed to be heated in a microwave. When she discovered we didn't have one, she didn't know what to do. It reminded me of the time I was talking about my old 45s to a much younger friend, and he asked me what a 45 was. My eyes got really big and then I laughed. Not at him, but at the reminder that we all exist in our own cultural contexts.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I showed the party girl how to empty the sauce into a saucepan and heat it on the stovetop using a very low flame. Perhaps this will come in handy someday when she's lost in the wilderness of someone else's kitchen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">But the biggest reason I don't miss my microwave? Three words: red sauce splatter.</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-12562193585897257052009-10-05T21:40:00.004-05:002009-10-05T22:44:35.395-05:00the joy of hugs from other people's children, and how not to make a sit-upon<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">This year, I decided to become co-leader of Girl Scouts of North-Central Alabama Troop 449. Troop 449 shares its meeting time and space with another troop, so tonight the room was packed as we made sit-upons and square knots.<br /><br />A sit-upon is like a stadium seat, and making one is very much like making a pillow. So much like making a pillow that I sort of forgot all about the idea of a stadium seat and pretty much started helping them make pillows. A pillow is best when it's very fluffy, and its seams are very tight. This is because your head doesn't support the weight of your entire upper body.<br /><br />Imagine you're a sweet little brownie scout. You stuff fluff and newspaper into a plastic bag, so that it will be water proof. You don't intentionally stuff air into your plastic bag, but it's there, and you don't squeeze it out, because your co-leader doesn't tell you to. Your co-leader wants your pillow to be fluffy. You tie up the plastic bag, air and all. You put your plastic stuffing bag into your vinyl sit-upon after sewing three sides of the vinyl together. Your stuffing bag doesn't take up all of the space inside the vinyl, so your co-leader helps you tighten and gather your stitches around it. You now have a nice, fluffy, oddly-shaped pillow with air inside of it that can't escape, because you've tied it into the fluff bag. What you have is a balloon-pillow, really. For your butt. Which is all well and good until you actually sit upon it, which if you'll recall is the entire point.<br /><br />The way I choose to imagine it is that most of the parents were too busy talking to all of the other parents to notice as their dear little brownies proudly sat their dear little butts upon their dear little balloon-pillows and blew them right out -- popped the seams off without even the satisfaction of a whoopie cushion-ish noise to turn it into a hilarious prank.<br /><br />Now back up a bit, to when the girls selected their pieces of vinyl. Leah got the one piece that had something like 500 holes along the edges. WAY more holes than any other piece. She was very insistent that she use that piece, and began sewing it together. She asked for help only once, when her holes wouldn't align, and she stayed late to finish. By the time she was ready to stuff it, all of the blow-outs were old news. She knew to squeeze the air out, and I knew to leave her stitches alone. So she ended up with the best sit-upon of the bunch. It looks and feels just like a stadium seat. And suddenly I am aware that this could be bad for me. That this could appear as though I have pulled a classic cheerleader's mother's stunt, sabotaging all of the other girls so that my daughter appears to be the best. She even decided to finger knit a handle. Next thing you know, she'll be embroidering her name on the front and adding fringe along the edges.<br /><br />So yeah, the parents might not appreciate my mad crafting skills (or Leah's), but I think their children actually like me. Several of them gave me happy little hugs, for no apparent reason other than the joy of hugging. Lucky for me, hugs are unbreakable.</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-46715882058832280872009-09-09T20:29:00.011-05:002009-09-10T06:53:17.658-05:00no excuse<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">The kids' schools didn't show the school speech. The school speech that was all about staying in school. So I kept them out of school to watch it. Then we went to the </span><a href="http://www.bcri.org/index.html"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Birmingham Civil Rights Institute</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> ~<br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379646577287122290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiez58-KFq09k3HA0202qwgBXqbBbM2avCWRuB9lrFFA61v-74j5tWcIpbeuZwoJY84pNyPWRfwfolFl61gdafIZIMkHS8G1zsFYszYErlhgfxNEteBnDROEmyYxqHupAgPB-RMpkZPmCk/s400/090809_CRIrevandrec.jpg" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379646405766844258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZBmed499yVbH18YvOH26dqJkJGQNYPfm0f99y1U_BzsKyuxymHTws2FGeoF9T_aex56l0GLeGEc4ebrsiCSMlMerReuioC_qeGXxNVfygcGihH4m8b75N5zgqxVFvidP8-qI_80Zqfg/s400/090809_CRIkidsonwall.jpg" /><br />First we walked around the park ~<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379646175035275010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ynlCJWEXMt603nE2cykU6kfEX7oqGjF0ju5xbnGO0yWrKANrcxDfYLwBI1SwLToHRlF5sx7961y9BpqxzI9qoyMCYqySawQq7VzYHtYKlQkj1zBQz7mhOon9RuWa-ANuYTaNs69T_yo/s400/090809_CRIkidsfountain.jpg" /><br /></span><div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379645730807244978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkez5jujjlqutTc8n_6NvaOlr9OWJLWecWnjMxxAvP3tNsW2WrZmIFjLNa3ytWFUUTZqeOgpkYqdeDr4qT9zgrbAunERnGiWBgB27C8HhtTtpGSkdCjDiR3oTwQcdnZ3HFY5GSP-TIwwM/s400/090809_CRIdogs.jpg" /><br />Then we went inside, where we couldn't take pictures. No need, really. It's the sort of thing that etches itself into your memory. Neal asked if the KKK costume was a ghost. Leah asked why only four little girls were in the </span><a href="http://www.nps.gov/nr/travel/civilrights/al11.htm"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Sixteenth Street Baptist Church</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> when it was bombed ~</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379645370117366082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oWxuw3WvcYp9KjW_95aQLktZ2nnN0xNwHDIZUe_tb_oX6dSGq_nqxHXtGvtLr3N-mfj1u6txZIZ39ffyQmNjyKvELO0bLe8OgDQK7Di1HIS74feL2BspWaRTM0ajXAgvk_wiTNfBlaM/s400/090809_16thStBaptistChurch.jpg" /></span></div></div></div></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />Both Leah's and Neal's absences are considered unexcused by their schools.</span></p>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-80461808935407305862009-09-06T10:23:00.004-05:002009-09-06T10:37:09.270-05:00scenes from inside the car<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">leah likes to make origami cranes on her way to school in the morning ~ they seem to have flown into my cup holders<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378376023054071874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhYOWT_M-cUwxSbxgGuKxoJx3-1tYYM0OHiXP2muOt0HOQC5OQeUugw7GFqd0iMc_6FZSp_oI5sKVq8le2-a_abvATvpAItuDntDKJfbwMAKiinHM2IiuvR-9qu_oX7sDmarPJf5XCT0/s400/090409_origami+birds.jpg" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />neal likes to make a bed for his favorite stuffed animal ~ looks pretty cozy to me<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378375926555667250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWLftjTIsEuUZgpEWPt95ztC9nu__eW52OVVWnlflJF3mT7JB5WvYN0SiKRcpHiZvmcEinb-3leRfaimn2vZlBvty3A7hkgkgADdzxIZxf2N73OU_lWuBHNNNT1BvmucSLILmHHe2lCo/s400/090409_leopard.jpg" /></span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-82294471294943915052009-08-16T09:18:00.004-05:002009-08-16T09:28:30.273-05:00to be or not to be<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">these roses decided for themselves ~</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">this one is</span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370566458799433554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUlA5oQHZ3ny3-CbkYXMepKlbdvCYUvRQjh_FOK3sd8rA1WTqEXf2sUMPjS6_uAXH9fbee6yc6G3J7LTzGu4TlrQlM6EQb2O30-vrM5a04WTJ945IYHyLJQX98PLucQptcTods1hze5E/s400/081209_rose.jpg" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">this one isn't</span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370566293245792578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0KiG78WBw4iK-RJRABOPHYZizDzZZMaEx7Pm4D40SxYzCSmFENHaO-TUe0i6cvKnRsm_P_iG7Qyzs8tBBBKHo-qt5qB2WuX2d-d6UCBVJWG9wvkHZhc5iAzJWzjf2PJfQfuf2d2Yn7dg/s400/081209_norose.jpg" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">they're <em>right next</em> to each other</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">i think the one that's blooming gets a bit more sun ~ maybe the other one just needs a little p-rose-ac.</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-16205640589973982002009-08-12T21:20:00.005-05:002009-08-12T21:41:41.633-05:00how to make a tomato basil sandwich<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QjLfLLFNhKu0bxKpjvohBvVd3BO6H_Sv0f4G7FGPS68aFjj_Xt_gzt2C7TFpir9AejpPYBRGlA8cwZ5eYRw886f3ZoK3XRDv9E_KtU-t7l9P1ePYAYvvchqORM8M9LopU5cMS7vGKh8/s1600-h/081009_sandwich.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267844806068322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QjLfLLFNhKu0bxKpjvohBvVd3BO6H_Sv0f4G7FGPS68aFjj_Xt_gzt2C7TFpir9AejpPYBRGlA8cwZ5eYRw886f3ZoK3XRDv9E_KtU-t7l9P1ePYAYvvchqORM8M9LopU5cMS7vGKh8/s400/081009_sandwich.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~ Grow tomatoes. Slice them. They are beautiful inside.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />~ Toast some whole wheat bread and spread it with mayo and feta cheese.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />~ Grow basil. Pinch off some leaves and arrange them on top of the mayo and feta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />~ Place the beautiful, giant slices of tomato on top of everything, put the sandwich together, and slice it in half.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />~ Wow.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />~ P.S. If you've grown cucumbers, you may add thin slices of those as well.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />~ Did I mention Wow?</span></div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-30262794296230507012009-08-08T17:55:00.009-05:002009-08-08T20:11:39.557-05:00close there is<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">roosterman stares through glass<br />sheds feathers from a haughty fan<br /><br />hens and chicks step to shallow pan<br />sip water and peck for last night's corn<br /><br />(wild birds steal oats and flax<br />hide in trees with treasure grains)<br /><br />grass grows tall<br /><br />foolish are we in sandals and shorts<br />riding bikes through bumpy fields<br />dodging turtles<br />ducking pines<br />squeaking brakes for sharpest turns<br /><br />but<br /><br />close there is a river<br />close there is<br />cold rushing smooth skipping stone in water<br />green vining fingers sliding long through limbs<br />dirt clinging sweat breathing salt licking birds singing<br />all along the fork<br /><br />yes<br /><br />close there is a river</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-49997644657260841532009-07-30T19:57:00.005-05:002009-07-30T21:46:04.108-05:00chicks<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">One of our hens disappeared for a while ~<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364422936337027554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCI0UO6PbSuLM8T3wLwXtY6AFwKP0o7Ikps6Tqbyb2uzsLfAmNHSBSp2UK8yqyjibOr4tdvitzfJopI9_HJZsVqBu9Tg7r614w2VugpGJ35nCksTXpbaJ2TGxuhlrvo5Xpqv7Q92zdRc/s400/0729091040a.jpg" /><br /> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Seems she was busy ~<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364422759589385730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6NHRlAJljLop5JX3zUMyWQzP0jEoGnkIOM0AMyI2UD2u7ezduRzcSadGicimhvOALG6JOQFwvhK-KNStXeAld4RCjlLX28nXetk-pQtzHo08uk9dKufFzurrlkCVUd4EZGeoRmRoeBE/s400/0729091041a.jpg" /></span></div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-47404008866436747362009-07-20T18:11:00.011-05:002009-07-20T18:32:54.007-05:00no time to talk<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">scarlet runners ~</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360685996048640322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1EWUpjVa4BKuB_D3AAmpWBwmYiN9WRr1M9ZiSmIUxXkRXEfFAFNdh0Zzka4a-sTLEBNJRsOGpPt0XEByakgM3aXdwtgCMaTW6VQwTTsYH0zxGEbMOwTZ5ZVFoD2UBMJix4tMa0bgdAI/s400/072009_scarletrunnerbeans.jpg" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">kikiriki ~<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidWGTs9pcfkGir6T7mYwOT-5tEZC7E8mHFhUEa6QI1MTyk6B4L1PcND13n7YDpfYExsE8ctkUTbVWhtrH2ZtDNnaz5e618aMGqlhTR_KHtQPN1_2NEvY2wXsJZjO5fNH8XGeMR4IzfX4/s1600-h/072009_cucumberblossoms.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360685583330781698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQL-0EVs6izN9nCoqjFaBZAgSQgkCYm5cNh0RVIrqYMRjkjailahKxWep8y4RkKu-cSLs8mA_RaD3iQrDWjFBISQ1oMQWGYhCxEaUnUonYdNBZCUQx7x_U-TMEE3G5o9jDzOGpu-Of8bA/s400/072009_roosteronalog.jpg" /><br />homegrown salad (the tomato in the middle is a black cherry, hence the dark innards) ~</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br /></span><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0USmPH9J7ycYyCYMilZ41jMMaVW0MBnVTTHqy04e9SGkQOtzcqlVoIBsgCpkXhFKku7wMJchBFH-yk-64Sfa43g1LoZ4spTiJw-4msqwFaMDZEepUH1oeTjxqWkF9YIqNWUm69NtbXdM/s1600-h/072009_cucumber&tomatosalad.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360685269368789954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0USmPH9J7ycYyCYMilZ41jMMaVW0MBnVTTHqy04e9SGkQOtzcqlVoIBsgCpkXhFKku7wMJchBFH-yk-64Sfa43g1LoZ4spTiJw-4msqwFaMDZEepUH1oeTjxqWkF9YIqNWUm69NtbXdM/s400/072009_cucumber&tomatosalad.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />buggy 1 ~<br /><br /></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360684714804080882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqfm-o4quSjl6QsA_vKk2OtfyE1pM-ERHRW6661o-M9EhSQtMhxEDXOYCOC76YwZIOLk7dV6jZYSKfHcP94OaZAT3vNoP_4fwHYKysjr31aOBCpip8D856vCk4Gaq3Dp7bdGxAjNt1vo/s400/071909_nealtomatoes.jpg" /><br />buggy 2 ~<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360684573276598002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuW899GCW2qhyphenhyphenzLr4L36KBfqiau5-tGKYwhP6vlBxbu7n175et_x_A1Ns6SicBS8T37K1EzOCofXygutZf9XV1pV0rdmLiREpvy2hN-uONR_LzpT0S2_DIKtFRUSSrIJ3Ty6hyphenhyphenAOFb_A/s400/071909_leahtomatoes.jpg" /></span></div></div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-78631111090432182882009-07-11T12:06:00.006-05:002009-07-11T21:06:45.130-05:00big<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I don't mean to brag, but holy moly are my tomatoes getting big ~</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357250485497743682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl609GN73PKbnAkSJLauY4zgJIi0JQMx-NvPlC2JVC_toXBj_Xg_nhyphenhyphenQFtu9sIb8sVUfKX3HyF38JQxIao8TRcbrKRylkkHLAdfoMNrlXBRiVbjgz1bhYLrwzMI1NEMxl1JxCfNdoMFBE/s400/071109_tomato.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">They're getting so big that every day I worry about something terrible happening to them, like finding <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manduca_sexta"><span style="color:#993399;">giant green worms</span></a></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> devouring all of the leaves of the plants. Which I did. Fortunately, they had little time to do any permanent damage, and they left most all of the fruit alone. We (and by we, I mean Lee and our friend Harry) pulled them off and threw them into a pot of hot, soapy water, which seemed to do the trick. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Because all of my labels faded while the plants were in the cold frame, I've no idea what color to expect as they ripen. I'm guessing pink or yellow. Stay tuned.</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-59006008612956757842009-07-05T20:21:00.009-05:002009-07-05T23:21:55.178-05:00summertime things<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtpgT7WNDhZuSIU_N6CBigoP1MA4GB7mT4ecCrNUg7zJoNqp5JL8UUcChkyi3FkwzwFqq8hh8DiZmZGbKGSbYVCB6qG0pOVzdQu7UgMM-qGnswZqioVFPbnZ71Vfm8yYAHw-FYlPULx8/s1600-h/070509_dinner.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355152239263084594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtpgT7WNDhZuSIU_N6CBigoP1MA4GB7mT4ecCrNUg7zJoNqp5JL8UUcChkyi3FkwzwFqq8hh8DiZmZGbKGSbYVCB6qG0pOVzdQu7UgMM-qGnswZqioVFPbnZ71Vfm8yYAHw-FYlPULx8/s400/070509_dinner.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">homegrown </span><a href="http://rareseeds.com/seeds/Squash-Summer/White-Scallop"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">white scallop squash</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> with purchased cauliflower, vidalia onion, and garlic ~ sauteed in olive oil with oregano, cumin, black and cayenne pepper, and salt ~ served over whole wheat spaghetti with a carafe of mint tea ~ colorful, no ~ flavorful, yes</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">~~~~~~~</span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Not long after Leah was born, I went to Chicago on business, hauling my dual chamber electric breast pump through the airport only weeks after 9/11, awkwardly explaining that it was not an explosive device, then plopping down on the floor in the entrance to the ladies room to use the only outlet I could find.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Later, when she was older and no longer nursing, I went to London for a week on business. I remember trying to explain to my colleagues that I felt a biological drive to be with my child. Childless themselves, they seemed interested for a couple of polite minutes, and then started some other conversation as I nursed my Stella and decided that the next night I would stay in and order room service.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Today, we took Leah to her first resident camp, a Girl Scout campground on Lake Guntersville. I LOVED camp when I was a kid, and I have been looking forward to introducing Leah to the joys of summer camping -- archery, boating, riding, etc. And like any parent who rarely gets a babysitter, I have been looking forward to having time -- time to spend with Neal, time to relax to the degree afforded by having only one kid in the house instead of two. But now that we're home and she's not, it feels exactly as it did when she was so much younger, and I was working full-time and traveling quite a bit, looking around bitterly at all of the stay-at-home moms, wondering how in hell so many of them were able to swing it, and when in hell people were going to get pissed off enough about healthcare options (or lack thereof) to start a revolution. Well, the missingness feels the same. The political stuff doesn't, because this is an entirely different context -- a context of choice. Guess I just kinda ranted there for a second.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">But in any context, I wonder if the missingness ever gets any smaller?</span>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-4727544821667026492009-06-28T11:11:00.002-05:002009-06-28T11:20:24.986-05:00sunday brunch<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352412148374688290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDK1Y3rmMnCJPtwyMiN6RZscvQfYbBqchkQn_afH5yDC0jRdrHfb5EsoalDzQM9NXEctRXmltFBsW-dRIhtDu8rFy-CWGDY2Y3mbwH385fOo_CsjzifFcUklKSEsJehjYm4zCZwYBlzns/s400/062809_brunch.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><br />Homegrown <a href="http://rareseeds.com/seeds/Squash-Summer/Zucchini-Black-Beauty"><span style="color:#993399;">black beauty zucchini</span></a> and <a href="http://rareseeds.com/seeds/Squash-Summer/Crookneck-Early-Golden-Summer"><span style="color:#993399;">early golden summer crookneck squash</span></a>, sauteed with vidalia onion from the farmer's market, and served with yellow grits. I love it when Lee cooks.</span></div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671852854445112184.post-23330028293663913312009-06-27T10:07:00.007-05:002009-06-27T10:33:13.064-05:00green things<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I wouldn't necessarily say we're winning the battle against the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anasa_tristis"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">squash bugs</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">, but we are managing to pick a few squash here and there ~<br /></span><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352024400752937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0dNHWj-OcBrbMWgtOExbPjK9PBs5V7lxN04lM-yG4tnAot44MC-HH_jNxsTjU2XVvU6QKilRIh6pmvlO3fZ8HT36X2Vu8zDHcKUVueLye75qOkGzOq-FvnEVVEkTrBPyIPqbgzfCDAM/s400/062709_zuchinni1.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">The tomatoes are growing like mad, and we are growing impatient as we wait for them to ripen ~</span></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352030117651145074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTF0UjfR3cDMjF6bVeDyxvzPQSpb05D_Ob6JEx2JQ2jqL2Q5AIXPDbWh_OYbIv3rRZ_DG88mT7vuSVIMWNZVoJxW-kEh-82k3ayw4QyaRaeFNfYUrrHP_ai9H9DeddRVvVDh0haqBtDmQ/s400/062709_tomatoes1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352029447453453298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7M_o4DF7iciMZVOVBcykK1omJTPNurEvxYiBO4oCC-SRVbjTSACIswxZ6M1pHBp8FK9sXRLkYdf8mB34BDTzwe-I1v-uYOXXJod6hd_xfUCtzgIZyfMuWjx19WEFVm2mc6dinMCQmrow/s400/062709_tomatoes2.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>countrypeapiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10276399830149241673noreply@blogger.com6