Thursday, July 18, 2019

And Then There Were Three

I was up and at 'em at first light this morning.
Just in time to catch our resident deer and the new fawns, rambling about the garden.
All sprightly and full of play.
One fawn belongs to another doe, but seems to prefer the company of it's deer cousins.
 
 
 


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Through The Garden Gate

Rain today.
It makes for happy flowers
 




 

 
 

 



 
 

 

 
 




Saturday, July 13, 2019

Heat-Lover




The Crepe Myrtle bushes are in full bloom, their flowers will put on this show for the better part of a month.
The bees and Hummingbirds are drawn to their huge Watermelon Red blooms.
They love the summer heat, I have offered them my portion.

  

 

 

Friday, July 12, 2019

A Serving Of Yumminess



The Georgia peaches are here and in the South, that means but one thing ....
Fresh Peach Cobbler.
This recipe is easy to prepare, yet deliciously tasty.
 
 
Easy Peach Cobbler

1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted ( 1 stick )
1 1/2 cups Self Rising flour
1/2 cup water
2 cups of sugar (divided)
1 1/2 cup milk
4 cups peeled, pitted and thinly sliced fresh peaches (5 to 6 medium peaches)
Half teaspoon of vanilla
Several dashes ground cinnamon
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Pour the melted butter into a 13 by 9 by 2-inch baking dish.

In a medium bowl, combine the flour, 1 cup sugar, and mix well. Stir in the milk, mixing until just combined. Pour this batter over the butter but do not stir them together.

In a small saucepan, combine the peaches, water, and remaining cup of sugar and bring to a boil over high heat, stirring constantly. Add vanilla.  Pour the peaches over the batter but do not stir them together. Sprinkle with cinnamon or nutmeg if desired.

Bake in the preheated oven for 30 to 35 minutes or until the top is golden-brown. Serve warm or cold. Top with favorite ice-cream.....yummy.

 

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Simpler Times



 
 
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

~Ada Louise Huxtable
 
 

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Who We Are

The poem "Who We Are" by Margaret Britton Vaughn was designated the official bicentennial poem of Tennessee in 1996. "Maggi" is a native of Murfreesboro, Tennessee, and was designated the state's poet laureate in 1999.
I confess to getting a lump in my throat, each time I read...…..












 

 
 
Who We Are
The Bicentennial of Tennessee
1796-1996

The fertile soil of Tennessee
Grew more than corn, tobacco, and cotton,
It grew a crop of people who are
Trailblazers, child raisers, flag wavers, soul savers.
Like the roots of the tulip poplar,
Our feet are planted deeply
Into good living, neighbor giving, God fearing.
Like the iris, buttercup and wild daisies,
Our towns have sprung up
In valleys, basins, mountains, plains and plateaus
That house cabins, mansions and hillside chateaus.
We're the one-room schoolhouse in the hollow;
We're the university grad and the front-porch scholar.
We're Davy Crockett at the Alamo,
Sergeant York, World War I hero.
We're Cordell Hull who served Roosevelt;
We're Chief Sequoyah and his Cherokee alphabet.
We're W.C. Handy and the Memphis Blues;
We're Ida B. Wells and Civil Rights news,
And Grand Ole Opry with old wooden pews.
We're "Rocky Top" and "Tennessee Waltz" the same;
We're "Star Spangled Banner" before the game.
We're mockingbirds singing Appalachian folk songs;
We're country church sing-alongs.
We're hand clappers, toe tappers, knee slappers
And Mama's lap lullaby nappers.
We're Jackson, Johnson and James K. Polk;
We're city slickers and poor hill folk;
We're Anne Dallas Dudley and the Suffrage Vote.
We're John Sevier, Don Sundquist and governors galore;
We're congressmen, mayors and Vice President Gore.
We're Wilma Rudolph's run for the gold
And Sunday golfers' eighteenth hole.
We're Christmas Eve and the Fourth of July;
We're 4-H and homemade chess pie.
We're TVA rivers, creeks and man-made lakes;
We're ruts in dirt roads and interstates.
We're all religions, creeds and peoples of race;
We're Tennesseans who love the home place.
We're the Volunteer State and will always be
Ready to go when someone's in need.
As our trees turn green and our barns turn gray.
We celebrate our two hundredth birthday.
We know we've done our best, stood the test,
And will be laid to rest
In the fertile soil of Tennessee.

 
 
 
 

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Summer Days

Incredible blue skies and sunshine today. Lots of the stuff, it surely feels like we are slap in the midst of summer with this 91 degree heat.
The flowers are bursting out in full bloom, a virtual rainbow of colors, each day, a new surprise.
We have a new set of twin fawns, and momma deer has decided the time is right to make their appearance, sprightly little things, all bouncy and curious. 
Pop-up storms make their way through each evening, a welcomed gesture to cool the night air.
We'll take whatever help we can get.