It is still a bit hot, for my taste, 78 degrees and sunshine, is really absolutely delightful weather. My little okra patch is winding down its season. This little vegetable that was introduced to me by my father in law, grew on me this season. What a very hardy plant it is. I needs no tending at all. You can't let it grow too big, or it will get too tough to eat. You must pick them when they are about the size of your pinky. I have ten or so pickling in my fridge and the rest have gone into soups and stews. The children count them yucky, I have convinced the little fellows that they have no taste and they agree with me. The older ones, I waited too long to introduce them. This weeks vegetable, turkey soup and homemade bread has been my enjoyment. I couldn't push it on the little ones for anything. I think they each ate about a tablespoon or a small bowl. It has okra in it, doesn't it. Well, don't blame me for your sicknesses when they come. The healing was in the brew, I say. I enjoyed it immensely. It is nearly gone and so is my vertigo, nearly gone.
Yesterday, an evening storm seemed to make the cows, around the corner prance with glee. They gave me such a giggle, running like horses. :} They do look funny. The clouds in the sky were so dark purple with perfectly white thick trim, as though someone had sewn a thick stream of white bias cloth right next to the purplish blue. I think that those clouds carry the hail. Everytime I see them, it has hailed. Yesterday, we didn't get any, though. Someone else must have gotten the pretty hail. Then parting between the clouds there was one huge ray of sunshine in the sunset of the day and the beams flew up as if somebody had used a huge eraser to carry the beams in perfect lines. We ooohed and aahhhed at the spectacle and then, I went to bed. One must know when they have had enough beauty for one day. It is breathtaking, some days down here.
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