Oh Say Can You See?

In 2003 the country group Lonestar released a song called "From my front porch looking in."  It's a song in which the singer recalls seeing beauty all over the world, from stunning sights in nature or the sunsets "painted by the hand of God."  In his travels, however, he sings that he can't wait to get back home to the best sights - his wife and kids.  He says the best view he knows of is from his front porch looking in.

It's a nice song for sure.  So many times we get enamored by spectacular views around us.  Other times we are so caught up with the busy-ness of life, we miss or don't appreciate sights all around us.  The other day Tricia and I were walking down the road that runs in front of our house and intersects with Louisiana Hwy 26.  Our neighbor has a beautiful piece of property.  I think it is a section of land including his homesite, a white fence with three gorgeous horses grazing.  Behind it is a pond surrounded by cypress trees.  Behind that are acres and acres of rice fields and crawfish ponds.  

To me, it's right out of a picture book showing the appeal of pastoral living.  We like to walk up to the fence and pull clover to feed the horses.

Even at night the view over that landscape is nice.  I tried to capture the full moon rising over the land, but the result was less than stellar.  It looks like I took the photo with a potato instead of a camera.

I'm always looking for scenery that catches my eye.  Maybe it's something that brings back some nostalgic image to my remembrance.  Maybe it's something that is beautiful or funny.  Take for instance the photo below taken from our fire pit/BBQ area looking from the backyard to the pasture.  I'm busy barbecuing some burgers and a pecan-wood smoke is wafting up and out.  And there stands Elsie looking intently at me from the pasture.  I don't want to put words in her mouth or thoughts in her small mind, but I don't think she was too happy with me!

So what do you see around your neck of the woods?  What scenery or simple beauty catches your eye?  What's your favorite sight?

Like Peas & Carrots, Like Peanut Butter & Jelly

Some things just go together.  It's as if they were made to accompany one another.  We like to plant things that pair up on the plate.  Most of the time it is hard to get the seasons aligned.  One example is Pico de Gallo.  Pico de Gallo begins with tomatoes.  It's definitely a warm weather crop.  Then onions and peppers.  We can grow those and store them.  Lime juice.  But then there's cilantro.  We grow tons of cilantro.  One problem:  It is a cooler weather crop.  By the time the tomatoes are coming in, the cilantro has all bolted and gone to seed and become coriander!  We just can't get it all together for Pico.

But there are other things that work!  A couple of days ago, I pulled the digging forks off the wall in the garage and marched out to the garden in the side yard where the potatoes were showing signs of dying back and letting me know it was time to dig them.  Last week we got around 5 inches of rain total, and I was worried that if I didn't get them out of the ground, they would begin to rot.  I did some digging and put right at 30 pounds of Irish potatoes (LaSoda variety) in the basket.  Not a great harvest, but it will suffice.

Right at the same time, I was on my third picking of snap beans - Contender and Blue Lake Bush varieties.  Picking beans is a back breaking job.  Note to self: Next year plant the rows farther apart so that I can roll my bench on wheels down the row when harvesting.  We've gotten several big baskets of beans picked so far, with more coming until the hot weather shuts them down.

If you are thinking like I'm thinking, we have a dynamic duo right there.  Fresh snap beans, new potatoes and butter.  Is there a better combination?  I think not.  Okay, the combination of peanut butter and chocolate may give them a run for their money.

In regards to combinations, we've another for consideration: Bacon-wrapped green beans!  This is a crowd pleaser.  Unfortunately, we didn't raise the pig that donated the bacon.

3 lbs green beans
24 slices bacon
4 TBS extra virgin olive oil
3 teaspoons garlic salt
1/2 cup brown sugar (we mixed regular sugar and molasses)
2 TBS finely chopped rosemary

Get your oven warmed up to 400F.  Bake your bacon for 10 minutes.  Boil water and blanch beans for 1 minute and quickly cool down in ice water.  Put the cooled beans in a big bowl and combine your garlic salt and olive oil, mixing it up good.

Lay out your strips of bacon and roll 10 beans in a strip of bacon and secure with a toothpick.  Meanwhile mix your brown sugar and rosemary and put a teaspoon on each green bean bundle.  Bake for 20 minutes.  Enjoy!

One of the Sweetest Things in the Garden

Sugar Snap Peas!  I would say that they are #3 on the list of sweetest things in the garden.  Sugar cane definitely holds the top spot, followed closely by sugar beets, but sugar snap peas are wonderful.  We like to stir fry them with fried rice, but also like them raw.  They trellis up nicely on the trellis we use for cucumbers.  The added bonus they bring to the table are the beautiful blooms!

They vine up the trellis, clinging to it with tendrils that wrap around and hold on for dear life.  The peas load up with pods.  You must be judicious in picking them, for if you wait too long, the peas get overripe and become tough.  The size in the photo below are perfect for how we harvest them.

I generally make a couple of passes on both sides of the trellis to make sure I get them all.  It takes a second look because sometimes some of the pods can be hidden and you'll miss them only to find them a day or two later and have to feed them to the chickens or goats as by that time they'll be too tough for human consumption.

For the ones that I pick, I'll wash them up and then 'string' them, pinching off each end and pulling the string that lines each side of the pea pod.  Then they're ready to cook!

The sad thing about sugar snap peas is that they don't tolerate the heat.  As soon as the days get into the 80's, they quickly start dying off.  That's too bad.  No more sugar snap peas until fall.  But I'll use their space on the trellis for growing Black-eyed snap beans on.  We'll likely be planting those tomorrow!

The Masked Bandit

We've always felt relatively safe living out in the country.  It's a slower pace, away from the hustle and bustle of commerce.  Twenty five years ago it was even more rural, but now more and more people have moved out to the country which has increased traffic.  It's not quite as quiet as it used to be.  We know all of our neighbors and keep an eye on things for each other.  It's an informal neighborhood watch you might say.

Crime, apart from a few very rare events over the past two and a half decades, has been virtually non-existent.  That doesn't mean that we don't keep our guard up and remain vigilant.  In fact, just yesterday afternoon, I caught a masked bandit in our back yard.  He was lurking around by our BBQ pit and swing area looking for something to steal.  I quickly apprehended him securely and notified the authorities.

I may be embellishing the story a bit, so let me rephrase.  I caught a baby raccoon yesterday afternoon.  It was all by himself.  I'm thinking he may have fallen out of a tree.  He was a cute little fellow, and I picked him up and brought him into the kitchen to show Tricia.  

Tricia's response: "Kyle!  That is a wild animal.  Get him out of my kitchen right now!  He's probably carrying rabies."  

Kyle's response: "I thought you might want to bottle feed him?"

Tricia was not amenable to this proposal.  I took the little guy back outside and put him where I found him.  I've found from experience in the past with cottontail rabbits and other wild creatures, that it is best to leave them in the wild.

Besides, Tricia reminded me, raccoons kill chickens.  They are #2 on the list behind dogs, of the most prolific killers of chickens.  After our experience with mink, we don't need yet another predator massacring our flock.  Why would we raise an orphan wild animal only to have to end up killing him for doing what raccoons do?  I put him right back outside where I found him.

We will not allow masked bandits around our home - not the two-legged kind, nor the four-legged.  Wouldn't you know it, this morning he was gone.  I hope he moves a long way away...

A Recycled Foundation

My son Russ lives in a neighboring town.  He had a sidewalk leading from his front door to the street that was cracking due to an oak tree in the yard.  The insurance company warned that a cracked sidewalk was a liability issue, so the sidewalk had to come up.  Russ rented a saw from a rental place in Lake Charles and in half a day we had the entire sidewalk chopped up and hauled to the back of his house.  He filled in where the sidewalk was with topsoil and the St. Augustine grass is quickly filling it in.  Russ attempted to get the town to take the big pieces of concrete to stop erosion in canals or ditches in the area, but they were not interested.  So, what are we going to do?

We poured a little sidewalk linking his old sidewalk to the driveway

I went one afternoon before it got too hot and, using a sledgehammer, I cracked the old pieces of sidewalk into pieces that would be manageable to handle.  The old sidewalk was at least four inches think.  After propping the pieces up on another chunk of concrete, I was able to crack them up pretty easily.

With our recent goat barn renovation, I had a brainstorm.  The goat barn sits in a low area.  We didn't think things through when we built the barn there.  Over the years we've hauled loads of dirt to build up the area.  Unfortunately, the goat barn area was never built up - until this week!  I moved several loads of clay into the barn and leveled it out.  Then we moved several loads of the old sidewalk ten miles east and north to our place.  I arranged them on top of the clay as best as I could so that the pieces fit as close together as I could get them.

The problem with that is the cracks between the sidewalk chunks.  What to do?!  Then we remembered that our neighbor had given us 20 bags of sand that he no longer needed.  I poured the sand in the cracks and let the animals walk on it.  As they walked and the concrete moved, the sand settled.  I added more.  This time the concrete is more firm.  I'll need a few more pieces of the sidewalk to be put in place and then sand poured in the cracks.  Then I'll spray it with water to really set in in good.

This 'recycled foundation' lifted the level of the floor by about five inches, ensuring that the goats will be high and dry.  An added bonus is the concrete will help the condition of their hooves.  They'll be on a firm foundation.  When the town refused Russ' concrete, he made two loads to the landfill to dump the old sidewalk.  I'm glad we were able to get the rest of it!  Always nice to recycle something that's no longer useful into something that is useable and an upgrade.

Searching for Accuracy

We like to sit around and ask 'Ice breaker' questions.  It's good for conversation and to exercise a rusty brain.  We went around the table this time answering the question, "If you could improve a hobby that you have, what would it be?"  Tricia's answer was sewing.  She sews pretty good but would like to improve her skills.  As I thought about mine, I answered, "Woodworking."  I've no problem building things.  Things that I build are functional.  They just aren't pretty!  Most of the time I'm building things at the barn or the garden or something for the animals or the bees.  Animals and to a lesser extent, bees, aren't picky about things being cut square.

I have a disability and that is math.  The reason I can't cut things square is because my math skills are severely... lacking.  I'm fine cutting 1/2 inch increments or even 1/4 inch increments.  For some reason, once I get to 1/8 or certainly 1/16, I lose the ability to accurately cut.  I generally just say, "Ah, it's close enough."  As a result, things aren't square and they aren't pretty.  It bothers me, though, because things need to be accurate and not only in woodworking.

Each year for the last decade and a half or so, we've chart rainfall.  I've used the old rain gauge shown below mounted (crookedly) to a post in the garden.  Years in the sun and weather have aged the old rain gauge, much like our human bodies.  It's yellowed and is hard to read.

I began searching for a new one and found one.  It was advertised as being 'accurate.'  Sounds like what I was after, so I ordered it and installed it before a decent-sized rainfall last week.  See how clean and easy to read the new one is?:

As an experiment, I left them both up.  The old rain gauge measured 2.65 inches.  The new one measured 2.9 inches.  If the new one is indeed more accurate, and I think it is, over the course of a year, my rain measurement has been lower than it actually is - not by much, but over a year, it is significantly off.  It's high time we correct that.  Maybe one day, I'll be able to improve the accuracy of my rudimentary woodworking skills, but that's not going to be as simple as solving the rain gauge accuracy issue!

A Day to Honor Mothers

 

Top: (Brooks, Graham, Dad, Mom, Kristian, me, Russ, Tricia, Benjamin)
Bottom: (Hayes, Hannah, Jessie, Jenny, Landry, Carson)

A short post today, after a long, happy day spent with family to honor, serve and love the moms in our lives.  We sat around the table and visited and laughed and remembered and planned and, oh yeah, we ate!  We circled up, held hands and prayed before eating, asking blessings on the food we were about to eat and the time we were to spend with one another.  But first, I'll rewind about two hours earlier to the sermon at our little church.  The text was 1 Samuel that introduces us to a woman named Hannah.  Hannah was in an unfortunate situation.  You see, Hannah was married, but there was another woman in the picture.  She shared her husband with another woman.  If that wasn't a hard enough situation, it was made doubly worse because the Lord had closed Hannah's womb - she couldn't have children and she desperately wanted a son.  Her adversary, the other woman, would tease her and make fun of her because Hannah was barren.  You might think that Hannah would grow bitter, but you'd be wrong.

Hannah prayed and prayed, pleading with the Lord to give her a son.  She made a vow that if God answered her prayer, she would give her son back to God.  God heard Hannah's prayer and gave her a son.  She named her son Samuel - an appropriate name for it meant "God has heard."  Once Hannah had weaned Samuel, she made good on her vow, taking her three year old son to the priest, Eli.  She handed him over to Eli saying, "I have dedicated him to the LORD, as long as he lives, he is dedicated to the LORD."  Hannah was faithful and obedient.

That's not the end of the story.  God had great plans for Samuel.  He went on to be a prophet of the Lord.  He became a judge, speaking on behalf of God, turning the people of Israel back to God.  Samuel anointed Israel's first king - Saul.  Later, he would anoint Israel's greatest king - David.  When Samuel died, the whole nation of Israel mourned.  

Looking back, it must have been incredibly difficult for Hannah to follow through with her vow, but think of all that happened because a woman was faithful to the God she served.  We may not understand it, but God does indeed have a plan for everyone's life.  What should we do?  We should pray, and we should trust God for His will to be done in our lives and... in the lives of our children.

God has placed a great mother in my life.  A mom who lived a life of sacrifice.  A mom who is faithful to God.  A mom who pointed us to Christ.  A mom I deeply love.  He has also put into my life a loving wife who has been a great mother to our children.  A mom who prays and trusts God with her whole being.  I thank God for blessing me with a great Mom and for putting a wife in my life that is a great mom to our children.  Thank God for Mothers!  I hope you had a wonderful day celebrating (or remembering) your mother.