random mosses
Apropos nothing, some of the moss that grows under the trees at the fence line.
My dad's back yard has become a deer camp. Now we are making it cool.
Apropos nothing, some of the moss that grows under the trees at the fence line.
My dad mentioned that I probably want to move my bamboo poles out of the sunny spot on the lumber rack. He says with too much sun, they can split. Not only do they become useless, but insects move in.
One thing we really believe in out here is repairing things that still have use in them. Or even repurposing. Sometimes we get hilarious results. Sometimes we have to try a few times.
One pot meals are the ticket here. Featured is a pot of whole wheat macaroni along with summer squash and field peas from my uncle's garden. There's also summer sausage that has been peeled and diced. The sauce is based on tomato soup. This went over rather well.
I'm probably prejudiced but I think this place is cute as hell at night.
It's another hot day, but it's not oppressive. The humidity is a bit lower, but the big factor is wind. There is a beautiful wind coming alternately from the south and the east that is cool and refreshing. We don't even have fans running today.
The outdoor kitchen is coming along slowly.
This thing was never meant to live outside, and it shows.
One relaxing activity is to sit in the screen tent enjoying the breeze and watching the horses in the pasture.
Two limbs came down out of the pecan tree this past week, and now there's one on the roof of the house.