Spring is just around the corner. It will soon be nice enough to open the windows and smell the fresh air and flowers blooming everywhere. A line filled with fragrant laundry will dance in the gentle breeze. Oh, the beauty of it all!
Yesterday I tidied up the garage and continued working on the mess in the yard that the ice storm and high winds left behind.
I found that until the chainsaw handler gives me a helping hand with the largest limbs that fell; the job is on hold. This type of yard work will continue, until the lawn tractor motor starts purring again and I begin to singing with the birds again.
The fruit trees that produced so well last year need to be pruned. Another thing to be addressed is my garden space. The ground holds a lot of water now. I clear my garden of debris in the fall and spring. I do not like for anything to cause the tines of the tiller problems or dull my knife blade.
I am still enjoying vegetables gathered from last years harvest. I pride myself in not wasting any of it.
Yesterday, I cooked a delicious tasting pot of, perfectly seasoned, ham and beans. I served the beans, thinly sliced fried potatoes and homemade corn bread, flavor enhanced with a measured amount of kernels of thawed sweet corn from the freezer.
I pondered on what to prepare for dessert. I decided to bake a peach pie, a favorite of Paul Baby, would be nice. Other fruits in store would just have to wait for their turns.
The look through was easy. I chose a package of the fruit picked from the dwarf trees in our orchard. The fruit is smaller than from other varieties and sources, at my disposal, however; the quality and taste of the peach is superb.
How could I go wrong? The bags are clearly marked, "my peaches 10."
I made a nice sized sweet and spicy pie. The crust flaked and the generous amount of fruit filling bubbled. My mouth watered!
The boss arrived home and ate his fill of the beans sprinkled with diced hot peppers and finely slivered onions, enjoyed the extra sides, drank his milk and carried that full belly to the couch to relax, read "The Brazil Times" and watch TV.
I spent a few minutes washing dishes and returned the kitchen back to its usual tidy condition.
Then, this point maker sliced two generous pieces of the pie. I warmed each in the microwave and added a small scoop of vanilla ice cream to both before serving.
The pie was well received.
Now that we consumed the soup beans, taters, onions, peppers, "corn" bread and stuffed that decedent pie under our belts, we settled down to watch some of the funniest videos to date.
After the show was over, we bloated floaters battened up the hatches and waddled into bed, with Tootie Mae in tow.
Shortly before we said our goodnights, I suggested that we make a video during what could be, our night of restless sleep and send it to show. I thought that would be a gas, but he didn't go for it.
I am feeling much better now. I visited the clinic last week. A blood test revealed that the strength of my thyroid medication needed to be adjusted.
I would not go so far as to say, "I feel like a new woman, rather; this senior is beginning to sense a difference."
Tomorrow I will receive a mammogram, at Clara Fairbanks Center for Women, in Terre Haute. Thanks to the insistence of my wise daughters, whom care about my continued good health, that need is now taken care of yearly.
Thanks to the readers of Brazil Buzz for the calls and emails last week.
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