swapping stories and telling lies
animals may bite
John’s Lunch
Woollies
The cold has already begun. Last weekend, we had sleet. The sudden onset chill has me wishing that I had the hide of a sheep. This much I know: having wool on my head would be better than my big bald spot. Oh how I dream of having a bad hair day.
seamless
a portrait of John Dunn
ewe love me, don’t you?
This is Spring and in Ohio that means more rain and thunderstorms than sunshine. However, the ewe was really enjoying a break in the storms. That face shows real contentment and mirrored my own apprecition of the sunshine.
friday fiction – singing softly
Mama sings while she quilts. Not very loud, but I can hear it and so can the cat. Her voice is soft and sweet. I could listen to her sing and quilt all day.
Mostly, Mama sings hymns and the songs she sang when she was little. I know that Mama sings for herself, to pass the time or for comfort. I can tell what Mama is thinking by the song she is singing.
When she switches to singing nursery rhymes, I know she is singing for me. Mama knows that I like the nonsense songs. I’m too old for nursery rhymes, but when Mama sings them, they are a special thought. Mama’s songs are like a hug when I need one.
Mama is telling me that she loves me, even if I did drop the eggs on the way in from the hen house this morning and Papa had to eat leftover corn bread with his coffee instead of eggs. Mama is like that. She knows how I am feeling and she knows when I need a song.
canning asperagus
The first step in canning asparagus is the welcoming smile.
Followed by the reading of the recepie.
Then more smiling.
More recipie reading.
Then some waiting for everything to finish boiling and cooking.
Finally, you stuff the pickled asparagus into the jars. Then back into the boiling water for a bit.
I hope you found this step by step process to be helpful because I am a helpful kind of guy.
tim mcmurdo 