Where are we, again?

NewBook is over 51,000 words now.  We had sunshine (bright, unclouded sunshine) nearly all day today and the solar panels produced just a hair under 40 Kwh.  We are still healthy.  For supper we had many-bean and ham soup, from the freezer.  (I make bean soup a couple of times a winter and freeze whatever we don’t eat for later use.  I mix the dry beans up (red, white, black, and at least two spotted types), store them in a big (big!) pickle jar, and then measure out 4 cups for a big pot of soup, soak ’em overnight, and then they go in the pot with ham bone or smoked ham hocks and a diced onion and a few other things if I have them.

It was a lovely day: bright sun (first time in several weeks), warmer that it’s been, and every living plant on the place stood up in multiple shades of green (some with flowers on top) and cheered.  We have a Lady Banks rose that had been flowering very sparsely…and today it was covered in pale yellow flowers.  Next to it our latest blooming rusty blackhaw viburnum had powder-puffs of pure white on it.  Out on the land the bluebonnets burst open…not at peak yet, but suddenly showing the blue haze in the distance and filling the breeze with their luscious fragrance.  Bright yellow small flowers in several shades had come out along the wettest part of the south grass.  Blue-eyed grass (a different blue than bluebonnets) showed up.  Water ran clear and slow across the near meadow, and in the dry woods swale up right at the edge of the woods.  Every spring is different, depending on rainfall and the timing of mowing.




7 thoughts on “Where are we, again?

  1. We had snow yesterday up here in New Hampshire. Some signs of spring but it is just playing with us.

    Photos look very nice.


  2. What a marvelous place. Thanks for sharing your photos. We don’t have nearly as extensive an acreage as you but we are enjoying a similar budding and blooming in our yard as well. My favorites are the orchids and plumeria which are producing a lovely and fragrant display. And best of all, they’re not infectious!

  3. I had forgotten how much I loved your descriptions of your 40 acres. I first started reading them on SFF.net.

    1. Thank you! When I’m able to acquire (and learn to use–it’s going to involve learning all the tweaks and quirks of the “improved” software versions (that are never, to my mind, improved, just mucked about with) I’ll have more stuff up on the 80 acres blog. It’s amazing how much longer some things take now…and only part of that is due to the strictures of the corona virus.

    1. I am unable to get on Facebook right now because of software collapse in my current computer. This happened just as I was getting sick in January. I stayed sick (too sick to go to Fry’s to look at computers) for most of February and then, just as I was thinking “I’ll go to Fry’s this Wednesday,” my new horse knocked me down and ran over me, and I wasn’t going anywhere until I could sit in a car driving for an hour there and an hour back and still be able to walk…and by the time I could, we were approaching (at rapid speed) the current “stay home” situation, and I had more important things to acquire than a computer. I still need a new computer, and I hate ordering online without even talking to someone on the phone about the particular computer, and I’ve been busy caring for the two equines, cooking to both feed us and put food in the freezer in case one of us gets sick (packaging it in separate meals) and so on. I will get there when I can.

  4. Beautiful! I can see why you’d want to go riding there…

    Glad to see an update and to hear that you’re still healthy. It’s the simple things in life, eh? Like home-made soup. (I made some myself just last week – chicken broth, with barley and chopped parsley (curly, not Italian), leeks, carrots & celery; the cooked chicken then goes into a stew.)

    I do love springtime; when I lived in SoCal I used to go out to the desert as often as possible. The sight of the desolate, gray & brown wasteland transformed by the winter rains is truly miraculous. But green meadows and the smell of new-cut grass is what I grew up with!

    Stay safe. y’all.

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