Fooled you, didn’t I? I don’t have enough cow brains to can. And if I did, I would just eat them with scrambled eggs. I meant, I feel like my brain has been canned. I finally finished the nectarines, and I ask myself this question every year, Why did I buy so many? Well, we will eat them, and we don’t care for peaches, so that’s the answer. But, when I spend cash on something, I worry that I will waste some, and the guilt sets in. So they are done – finally! I ended up with 69 quarts of halves, and 21 quarts of slices for cobblers and pies, and three moldy nectarines. Usually I freeze the slices, but I’m running out of freezer space, and electricity is getting very expensive. At least with canning, I know they will last for awhile. I may not be able to get any next year.
So meanwhile, the Italian Prunes need picking, and so do the pears that I thought I would get to last week. And I’ve been scared to go near the greenhouse, and see how many tomatoes need harvesting.
This is the perfect time to let you know, dear readers, how we can tell we are rednecks…, (besides the fact that we eat cow brains :0 ) I’m too tired to write an informative post. Although this is kind of informative.
We’re probbly rednecks because…
♥ we use a milk cow to mow our lawn, we’re fancy though, because she’s a rear bagger.
♥ we name our vehicles. My favorite is Sheba, our little crane. She helped us set our rafters, when we commanded – “Up Sheba, Up!”
♥ we pay attention to how our neighbors drive, and we can tell if they get a new rig, by the way they take the corner by our house.
♥ we call vehicles rigs.
♥ we have a salt lick cut into an old growth fir stump. It has a piece of tin nailed on for a roof, and when our bull got his head stuck in it, DH cut him out with a chain saw. The funny thing was, the night before on the way to town, we saw him with his head in the stump, and assumed he was getting salt. Poor guy.
♥ my nephews have given me things for Christmas gifts that I threw away in our dump.
♥ we had a dump. We changed that practice…
♥ we name our cows and dogs after neighbors, or celebrities. If Della’s twin bulls had lived we were going to name them Big & Rich or Brooks & Dunn.
♥ One time while hiking down to Trapper Creek, our dog Zeke was exploring ahead. He came up out of the canyon with a stick of dynamite in his mouth. We were afraid he would DROP IT.
We did not know that my brother had disposed of some dynamite that was no longer viable.
♥ we use hog panels for decorative gardening.
♥ I’m afraid to wash my barn coat, for fear it will disintegrate in the washing machine.
♥ Our dog Trace goes beserk, and gets silly when we put on our town clothes. We don’t know if he is glad to see us go, or doesn’t know what clean clothes smell like
♥ I think a wheelbarrow with a flat free tire is a romantic gift.
♥ we started painting the living room while watching the PBR on TV, we finished half and then didn’t finish it until the next year, when Professional Bull Riding was on again.
♥ we made our kid wear a knitted hat made out of our dog’s fur.
♥ we like to make a lot of noise on the 4th of July.
That’s enough, now you know I’m really a redneck!
I’m working on a butter post and milking chore time post. Just in case some of you are thinking you need a dairy cow.