Sunday, Late

I just came inside after giving my one new citrus a drink of water. Our one find was a nice four foot Kumquat, and a Brown Turkey fig. It appears I need to travel further and hit some nurseries outside our area.

I walked into our kitchen's dining room and found this:

I asked Sweet Wife why....she said Little Bit had just settled in to draw and paint when her father arrived to take her home. She instructed her Nana to 'leave it alone.' It will remain untouched.

Time for a nap. Before I leave you, guess what I had for a late lunch...

Later.

Stephen

Bits and Pieces

Ah, Sunday morning and coffee. The newspaper is read and Paula Deen is on the tube. I foresee a lazy day ahead.

Maybe, just maybe we'll take a ride, take in the flea market. I'd like to find a couple of citrus trees for my front yard. Perhaps a Satsuma orange, a Ruby Red grapefruit, and if I could spell Quamquat, one of those too. Yes, its a citrus, little fruit.

Little Bit went home last night. Her father is under the impression he has a right to spend time with her too.

It's warm here, 70's, frigging hot.

In a couple of weeks our group will spend the weekend out at our Boar's Nest. We'll work digging a trench for a power line. Hopefully the weather will cooperate and turn cold. It'd be nice to build a fire in our old woodstove and scent the building with pine and oak.

Evenings there, after the days activities are finished, are spent on the deck under the light of kerosene lamps, and if we're lucky, the song of coyotes as the deer browse at the edge of the swamp under a cold clear canopy of bright stars. We'll talk well into the night. We chat of future plans, family, food and firearms, our lives. As it is with a group of veterans we'll share past experiences, old wounds, and heal a few nightmares. We'll tease, poke and jab at each the other, all in fun of course.

If we're lucky, Duke won't do his nude 'rain dance' around the campfire.

Should be fun. 

Sweet Wife has shot one of her 'looks' my way which means it's time for me to get my butt in gear and take her to the flea market. She seeks cast iron 'loaf ' pans. Those little suckers which are used to bake small loaves of fruit or nut breads. I told her good luck. The old ones are rare.

As we say down here; ya'll have a good day.

Stephen

Thousand Yard Coyote

So you think you're a good long distance shot, watch this video.

Impressive.

Stephen

Chuckle

As you know I keep the foul language to a minimum on my blog. After all it's written for my grandchildren. Having said that, I'll excuse the one bad word (hear me Little Bit) in this video, because it's funny and I've been known to use the same book and language.

Get it....

Stephen

Lifespan of Mountain House Foods

I just received an email. Read. 29 years, not bad.




No, not one penny....

Stephen

For That Day

Let's face facts; it's possible the critter presently ensconced at the White House could get re-elected, really, don't hold your breath. If so he'll have nothing to lose when it comes to a push for laws on the ban of 'assault rifles' and other laws.

If so, you'll want a few of these. They're cheap and are excellent protection for your pricey equipment.

U.S. M865 120mm Cartridge Storage Can

For a nice post on this subject, run over to Notes From The Bunker.   

Stephen

Rainy Day & Soup

I arrived at the shop this morning before sunrise. It's cool and rainy here today. Nice weather. For some unknown reason I want a  big pot of potato soup.

Think I'll use this recipe. This is from my sweet friend, The Kitchen Witch. She knows her Southern cooking, so run over and check her out. Tell her Stephen sent you....

For your information we in the South make a 'slap 'ya mama' potato soup. We add Cajun spices. So, you Yankees out there might want to read the recipe and reduce the heat - wouldn't to want harm you poor folks.

Post Scrip - I have yet to hear from the bozo that called and wanted to sell 'two guns.'  I wait with baited breath.

Stephen