The flowering senna across the street at Pam’s house. It definitely has not minded the dry weather. I think I’ve watered only a couple of times all summer.
Monday and Tuesday have been so refreshing and this morning also. In the 70s when I got up Monday, in the 60s when I got up Tuesday, highs in the 80s, blue sky days with no humidity, AC is off and doors are open until it starts to warm up with highs back in the 90s.
I made gumbo last night because I wanted to use up the last of the okra I bought from the guy at the Easy Lube that sells it from his garden, also I like to have fish at least once a week so I put catfish and shrimp in it. I’m not great at gumbo but this was probably the best so far, not that it was great, so I guess I’m getting better. And no I do not make my own roux, I use instant, just add water. Friday I plan on stuffed shells.
I took advantage of the cooler weather this morning and pulled up all the zinnias. It’s been so dry I couldn’t keep them watered and just quit trying last week and besides they were at the end of their ability to produce flowers anyway.
Two more cards. I’m starting to wind down on this project though I think I still have a few more in me and then I want to start on a new colored pencil drawing for a friend.
I have no desire to comment on the continuing fuckery of this administration today.
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My Life In 100 Objects - #9
Objects really. Favorite items of clothing. I wear them until they are rags and still wear them until every time I do family members are all ‘I can’t believe you are wearing that ragged thing’. The previous favorite was a lightweight green long sleeved pullover shirt that I bought on the marked down several times rack for $1.99. It was surprisingly warm for its weight and also the first long sleeved shirt I would pull out when the weather finally turned cool enough. I wore that thing until the front was almost in shreds and only reluctantly threw it away. My current favorite item is a purple plaid flannel shirt with western style yokes front and back and pearl snaps.
It had a big tear in the front that I mended years ago and now the elbow on the right sleeve is torn out and a spot on the left sleeve has opened up to a small hole, destined to get bigger and bigger. It’s gotten to the point where I probably won’t wear it out in public anymore but I’ll definitely still wear it in the house and in the yard.
Mocking bird is exquisite! As is your purple plaid cowboy flannel shirt. i can see why it is your fave, looks comfy. Before you bin old worn out clothing take a patch of it just for your fashion memory book.
ReplyDeleteHave you thought about doing visible mending on your favorite clothes that have holes? I love the idea of that and doing it is pretty cool too.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, same weather here but boy, do we need some rain!
You really have a gift for birds. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteI often hold on to pieces of clothing I liked long after they have gone to bits and use them as patches and strips in various craft projects (should explain in a coming post on my life in objects).
Codex: Like the mocking bird. You could paint other objects.
ReplyDeleteFriend of .ine took his silk ties and had them made into a quilt. No longer wearable but he didn't want to get rid of it.
I would love that shirt to death. I had a shirt from 1969 until 1974 that had belonged to my father in the 1940s. It was white corduroy with a red and blue tribal pattern from the chest up. By the time I owned it, the corduroy was smooth and the colors Howard Johnson’s orange and blue. It was my favorite shirt. A friend at university offered to stitch and patch where the elbows had completely worn through. She took it for the summer and lost it! I was heartbroken for years, but it wouldn’t fit me anymore so I got over it. My father was much smaller then me and I’ve put on about 40 (good) pounds since I wore it. Still, fond memories. The senna is uplifting as are your cards.
ReplyDeleteI really like that mockingbird, and I really like the cooler and drier weather we've had. Now, it's back to heat and humidity, but at least we've had a taste. It's back to waiting. I've laughed at some of our flowers. The pink evening primrose have sprouted up again, and they're making the phrase "second spring" seem exactly right.
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