Different Types of Produce

Last month we visited Indian Creek Angus Farm.  We finally ordered a side of beef.  He-Man picked it up on Friday.  He took this one photo with his cell phone since I couldn't go with him and I'm totally appreciative.  "A" for effort!

We are the proud owners of a freezer full of 100% grass fed, organic beef.  
I think we have enough beef for a year... maybe more...  if I can keep carnivorous He-Man from eating red meat every day.

It was beautifully packaged and labeled and it's delicious.

Ever say to yourself, "I wish I knew then what I know now."?  

Had I known then, I would have been feeding my family with this type of product long before, when they were just small children.

(*sigh*)

Then on Saturday, we made more pure Lavender scented Olive Oil soap.  Soothing and gentle.

We smoothed it out.

We made enough for 39 bars of Lavender soap.

Richard also made 12 bars of "He-Man" soap: Eucalyptus with coffee grinds.  Invigorating and exfoliating.

Sunday morning, I went to the garden in the rain.  Let me paint you a picture: I'm in my pajamas, a large plastic rain jacket, and plastic rain boots that are cracking and letting water in.  The rain jacket hood is so large it keeps falling over my face.

I keep pushing it back from my eyes to see what I'm grabbing.  I'm hunched in the dirt, holding other veggies in my hand, trying to pull off a squash blindly.  Just as I locate my target, I grab on and give it a yank.  

It gives way, I lose my balance and topple right over on my butt!

I can't believe I just fell in the mud.  I can just picture the headlines down the road in my life:  Little Old Lady found lying in garden, wearing pajamas with fractured hip. 

I quickly right myself up, look over at the nearest neighbor's house and offer up gratitude that there are woods separating us and scurried back to the house.

This was the total harvest of the day:  first pick during the rain...

...second pick when the rain had stopped.

That brings me to this morning.  
Let me paint you another picture:
It's hot and steamy outside from all that rain.  Muggy would be the word here.
But I'm having a "good hair" day. 
Which is: 1) rare and 2) doesn't say much 'cause I don't have the "good hair" gene anyway.
In my book, muggy and "good hair" are mortal enemies.  
So, to keep mugginess at bay and my hair from frizzing up, I don a shower cap and walk out to the garden.
This time, I don't even look towards the woods to see if a neighbor is outside.  
Because if she were, I'd think she'd understand.

Love from

Whippoorwill Road, 

Bernadine