Tuesday, April 30, 2013

I am a Dumbass

I started noticing that the new, fancy tomatoes in my new, not fancy big stock tank were turning yellow.

Not the good YELLOW, but the bad yellow.


That's not good, that yellow.

Boo.  Hiss.

So I started digging around, literally.


Wet like a nappy full of pee wet.

Soaking wet.

Next question:   Why?

WHY so wet?




I am such a dumbass.

So I spent about 40 excruciatingly frustrating minutes trying to get the f***ing plug out and finally gave up.

Went with this:

A gazillion drilled holes.

Water shot out of there like Niagra Falls, man.

Brought back memories of driving around in cars, drinking illegally, holding our pee until we could all crash out of the car and bombard some gas station restroom.  

Or, whatever, but it was so full of water.

Some call that hydroponics.

Anyway, the other (only?) interesting thing about this fiasco was that the water smelled like cow.

BIG time cow.

You know that smell?  

Fresh cow (live)?

I bought this stock tank from a ranchette outside of town so I guess it just had years of cow slobber built up in it or something.

It was heaven.

I love that smell.

The dogs next door were freakiiiiing out. 

They are already insane with desire for my cats and my chikkins and now?



So, in life, always remember to pull the plug before things get out of hand.

That's kind of good advice all the way around, not just for stock tanks, you know.

Tomorrow:  Super cute overload.  I think.  Hasn't actually happened yet, but I'm hoping for it.

PS Don't forget to say Jackrabbit for luck in the morning.

Monday, April 29, 2013


Good Morning!

Lanell says, "Hello."


Isn't she a pretty bird?

She doesn't know it yet, but 4 more hens are joining our flock tomorrow and she'll be irked, I'm sure.

I talked to her and Melba about it last night (I really did), but you know how chikkins are.

Teeny little Satsuma baby!

Hi, baby!  I can't wait to EAT you.

Cackle, cackle.


I know you're thinking what the hell?

That, dear friend, is Jackdaddy netting the lone peach on our peach tree.

No winter = no peaches.

Except that one, lone trooper.

Now that plastic bags are illegal  here in Austin (yea!), the stores are all selling these adorable reusable produce bags.  They're perforated, light as feather and have a drawstring!  Perfect for protecting fruit from the squirrels.

Ta Da!

Creepy baby head succulent arrangement.

Weird, creepy baby theme today.

Baby basil.

My mouth is watering already.

I can't wait for the first homegrown tomato/basil smash-up.

Mmmmmm.  That, plus some homemade mozzarella cheese.

I'm impressed by myself.  


Baby tomato.

Tomorrow, a story of how I almost killed 6 new tomato plants in one fell swoop.

It will be the I am a dumbass post.  Be sure to look for it.

Look at that!!!


From my dear friend (and, luckily, neighbor) Lorri's garden.

An artichoke plant is on my list for pay day.

Baby rosebud getting ready to stretch her wings.

Roses are clearly female, don't you agree?

Last, but not least, this is what I'm working on right now.

Amping up my imagination to create my dream life.

I mean, I pretty much have my dream life, but it could use a little tweaking here and there.

La, la, la.

I'm off to spruce up the yard for some visitors tomorrow morning.

More on that Wednesday.

It will be a cuteness overload.

Kayoooot as we say here in Texas, y'all.

Have a happy day!

Play the imagination game with me!

Friday, April 26, 2013

Friday Food


Rainy morning ... all wonderfully drizzly and gray.

The boys let me sleep late so, here I am, at NINE am.


Pure cashmere, if you will.


(Do not tell, but I was actually awake and just hiding in my room reading!  OMG I am so "bad.")

Drizzly days are perfect for soup and soup we got!

Potato Leek Soup, to be exact.

(You're gonna hate me for the following recipe, but I so rarely gloat.)

(Above mentioned notwithstanding.)

Go out to your garden and pick some potatoes that you grew.

Then you pick some leeks that your grew.

Then you pick some onion greens that you grew.

Then you cut some herbs that you grew like sage and parsley.

Then you milk your cow and make some cream.

OK.  Lying.

I bought some potatoes because I think I did something wrong in the potato growing.  (More on that later.)

But we, Finn and I, did pick leeks and onion greens and  herbs.

Peel the potatoes and chop them up however, but not too big.
Clean, clean, clean all your onions and leeks and chop them up too.

Get your big soup pot and put a blob of butter or oil (or both) in the bottom and add the potatoes and veggies.  Let them saute around, stirring frequently, until they are a bit brown and sticky.

Now add enough veggie broth (or chikkin, I guess) to cover them up by about a couple of inches and bring to a boil.

Turn down the heat to a good, thick simmer and cook for 40 minutes.  I put the lid on, but you can do whatever you want.  Just make sure the liquid doesn't burn away and screw everything up.

When the bell tolls (for thee), turn off the heat and blender that soup right on up.  You can use an immersion blender right in the pot, or a regular blender, or a food processor.  Just mix it all up so that it's nice and creamy.

Put it back in the pot and add cream.  However much you want.  I like a lot, needless to say.

You can also use half/half, or evaporated milk, or just milk, but I like cream best.   Oh, if you have some sour cream you can put that it too.  You just want the shit to be creamy.

Mix all that up and pour into bowls.

Finely chop all your herbs up and sprinkle them on top.


Then go climb in bed and read your super creepy book:  We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.

I simply cannot put it down.

It is sooooooo well-written and soooooo creepy and sad.  

Sorry for the slacker recipe and all.

Make the soup and you'll forget all about how slackery I am.

Happy Weekend!!!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Home Again, Home Again.

Literally and figuratively, I am home again.

Thank you all for your love during my grieving time.

I have been going through a lot of personal upheaval and Luna's death sort of put me over the edge.

For a bit.

I am nothing if not a survivor though so, here I am, back and a little better.

Still sad, but seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

And so it goes, this lovely life.

I do really, really love life so much even when it is hard and messy.

Bittersweet and beautiful.

That's my next blog name:  Bittersweet Farm


The Year That  My Ass Grew Faster Than My Brain.


So, um, camping.

Pedernales State Park - a jewel of a spot in every way.

But now, as you might imagine, my entire house is covered with sandy, wet clothes and half-emptied ice chests and filthy dishes, etc., etc., etc..


Today is cleaning day.


Boo because it tis a monumental task to uncamp and Yea because it is a wonderful thing to get all this shit done and off my floor.

I wanna get out in my garden and look at everything!

I saw some baby tomatoes in the dusk last night along with some new basil, teeeeeeny watermelon, strawberries, baby figs and a dead pond pump.


I hope you're doing well ... are you?

We're having another cool, gray spell which just rocks my world.

Cool.  In April.  In Austin!

"End Times," y'all.  (Or whatever they call it.)

I call it Spring Like it Oughta Be, Dammit.

I'm all about titles today, aren't I?

I'm entitled. 


Painted Bunting! (For Emily.)

TWO Painted Buntings! (Also for Emily.)

Tuesday, April 23, 2013


I forgot to tell you.

Be back on wednesday.

I'll howl at the moon for ya!

Monday, April 15, 2013


I am still grieving so hard for my Luna that I'm going take a week off.

I really don't feel like writing.

I'm kind of a private griever.

I am a private griever.

I do want to take a moment to thank everyone for their kind, kind words and even gifts.

Mo and Carolyn brought over flowers - so sweet.

We got several cards in the mailbox from friends and neighbors - so kind.

A handful of people stopped by to offer hugs - thank you all and I'm sorry I was not able to be more available to you for those hugs.  I'm not good at hugging when I'm grieving.  I'm funny that way.  

We buried her in the yard on Sunday and it almost killed me.

I held on to her paw until Jack told me I had to let go so he could finish.

I know I'll feel better at some point, but right now I don't even want to.

I want to let myself feel as bad as I need to for as long as I need to.

She was that kind of dog.

I felt like this when I lost my cat, Maggie, but I still had Luna and Beau so that helped.

Then again when I  lost Beau, but I still had Luna.

And now they're all gone and I am bereft of them.

I wish I could always live my life as intentionally as if it were my last day, but that's just not what we humans do, is it?

Maybe I'll try harder because I know I would have spent her last day much differently had I only known.

Had I only known.

See you in a while.


Friday, April 12, 2013


Luna Mangum Holt
April 2000 - April 11, 2013

She died in my arms yesterday afternoon at 5:30 pm.

She was the best friend I ever had.

I will miss her until the end of my days.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013


Oh glorious, dark, rainy, cold morning - I love you.

The boy is sleeping in,  my tea is hot, and I've got my book which I shall read by the light of my NEW lampshade.

Got it off Craigslist.

I got the lampshade and a mini-tour of THE most fabulous mid-century modern (MCM) home ever.

I came home thinking that I need to grow up and get some real furniture.

Or not since I've got a $70 dining table sitting in the back of the truck right now.

So not MCM.  

SO not grown-up. 


Hope you enjoy your day whether it's drizzly or not!

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


I'm showin' off.

My butterfly chairs are the best, most fabulous, wonderful, stupendous things in my yard.

(That new zipline is close, but I'm talking grownup stuff.)

I always show y'all the "good side" of my yard cuz I'm not stupid.

No one wants to see the "real" yard with all my crazy raised beds and plastic containers duct taped together so I can grow beans in them "just one more year." 

Veggie gardens are not so pretty unless you've got lots of money.

Or help.  

Like a farm boy.

Mmmm, farm boy.

What was I saying?

Oh, right.

So, anyway, there is a sweet part of my yard that looks all pretty and not crappy and that's where the butterfly chairs live now.

I told you they were all gifted to me, right?

These two from my friend and neighbor Carolyn.

OMG are they fabulous or what?

I painted them black because I knew that someday I would have those hot orange covers from the delicious Circa 50.com.

And now I do!!

You should see them again.


I mean, that doesn't look like a yard covered in dog poo with trash cans as vegetable beds, does it?

No, no.  That looks like a swanky, manicured, intentional yard.

You need a side view, you say?


Real yard showing in background.

Ladder.  Mulch bags. Scavenged plastic tree pots. Neighbors trailer roof showing.

Let us forget such things and look at the last butterfly chair.

This one is a lowrider from my friend and neighbor Ruth Ann.

I looooooove me  a lowrider chair.

My mama and Carolyn have warned me that I'll be getting rid of these when I get to the point when I can get in them, but not out of them.

Heeeee. Not there yet, hodeehos!!

May I just say how much I love, love, love the new covers?  

They are everything I wanted them to be and more.

I had ordered some from Amazon at one point and they were just shite.

These from Circa50.com are the bomb.

Thick canvas = worth every penny.

Speaking of pennies ... here is the very, very best thing about them:


I mean, is that the sweetest and most generous thing ever?

She told me that she was sending me something in the mail and to be on the lookout (LOOK OUT!) for it.

I opened it up and there was a fat check for the price of three covers!!!

She knew I was pining for them soooo hard, but could not really justify spending the loot, so she pulled a Super Mom on me.

Thank you, mama.  I love them more than your grandson.


NOT really, but close.

I really, really love them.

I sit in them every morning and have my tea.

Now I just need a little urban swimming pool to dunk my feet in whilst I drink my tea.

Something like this:


or this:


or maybe this:


Don't judge me.  

This is Texas.

It gets hotter than hell here.

Like this month it will get hotter than hell and stay that way until late September.

Maybe October.

I poop you not.

But, anyway, I just love my chairs so much and feel SO HAPPY that they were all GIVEN to me.  All of them!  The whole shebang!  

Isn't that just wonderful?

I'm all teary.


What a lovely thing to happen.

Thank you mama, and Carolyn and Ruth Ann.

Thank y'all so very, very much.

Please do come over and have a sit.  

(I'll help you get out.  Promise.)

***Before I go, I wanna send out a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my bff, Cory Walsh DeLise, who lives too far away.

Sad face.

You are wild and wonderful and beautiful and wise and dear and I thank my lucky stars that I found you on that crazy camping trip to Joshua Tree.  (Thank Randy Fuller, I guess.)

Miss you!
See you next month!!

Monday, April 8, 2013



I've been taking care of my dog friend, Keiko.  I had to run over to her house this morning so I'm late, I'm late for a very important date.  No time to say hello good-bye I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.

That is a weird Disney ditty from the Alice in Wonderland animated film.  Anytime I am late, which is not often (gloat gloat), that song comes into my mind.

SO, first of all, I went over to my friend Emily's house this weekend to help her get ready for a yard sale.

Emily is the loveliest of the lovelies (so beautiful, so nice, so sweet, so everything) in house and home so I got some SWAG, y'all!

Wanna see? 

Huh? Huh?

Fiesta!  Periwinkle, I believe.

Four precious little Fiesta plates in my color!

Incredibly, unbelievably, amazingly she had this rug.

Look familiar?

Check out THIS POST.

A matching Garnet Hill rug to my Garnet Hill rug.

They're twins reunited after years of being apart.

Is that just wacky crazy insane or whut?

I was in a tizzy!

I am still in a tizzy!

But there's more ...

Could you die?

I mean, have you ever seen anything so precious as these?

Little Homer Laughlin bowls.

I love them and want to marry them.

They are my new favorite things ever.  


I got some other stuff, but haven't taken pictures yet.

Random photo of my latest breakfast obsession.

Yogurt, apples, walnuts, chia seeds, flax meal and honey.

Honey, honey, honey.

I spent the weekend pouring over this new book that my sweet, adorable, kind, generous Mama sent me.

Thank you, Mama!!!

Now you're going to have to put up with me hounding you about herbal remedies for everything, you know.  (Hhslpt.)  (That is a family joke so don't worry yourself trying to figure it out.)

I love watching my boy move around the house with a book.

In the chair.  On the couch.  In his bed. On the floor.

He's reading the Hunger Games series right now.

He just finished the Maze Runner series and declared it the best ever.

We've got Russian all over this house.

I have to keep my house OCD in check here as these posters and flash cards kinda freak me out being everywhere.  But what's more important, right?

I am just so amazed that my kid is learning to speak Russian.

How crazy is that? 

Just so you don't think he's abnormal or anything.

Yep.  Blank piece of paper except for the word Penis.

Oh, Penis written in "computer" which is P E N I 5


We capped off the weekend by going to Johnson's Backyard Garden's Annual Spring Potluck.

Delightful and delicious as always.

You know all is well with the world when children still love tire swings and little girls in red dresses play coy with your son.


Hope your weekend was wonderful too!

Thursday, April 4, 2013


LOOKIE what I got!!!

A pair of blue flower Birkis.

Swoooooooon, y'all.

I'm gonna tell you right off the old bat that a lady contacted me and asked if I would review these garden clogs if they sent me a pair.

(Thank you soooo much, nice lady.)

This not being my first BBQ and all,  I said,  "Hell yes, please."

I did have to tell her that I am an honest and ethical girl so I could only give an honest review.

She was very clear that that was the only kind of review they wanted.

Course, there was no need to worry because they are Birkis, after all.

Cork footbed, heel cup, delicious arch support.

OMG they are fantastic!

I love them.

I love them.

I love them so much.

Wanna see?

You're gonna want some though.  I'm just warning you now.

In the kitchen admiring the floor stars.

 Helping me do laundry.

Enjoying the rain!

(It RAINED and rained and rained!)

Surveying the myriad rain catching apparatus with me.

 Being saucy and extroverted in the rain.

 Checking out the pond with me.

 Meeting the butterfly chairs.

Meet the beets!

(Did I mention I have a problem thinning my veggies?)

Meeting Cricket, who loves them too.

 Having some alone time with the watermelon.

Um, learning about chikkin poop.

(We must all learn about the chikkin poop.)

Precious blue flower Birkis that I love and cherish.

Being quite  honest here ... they are wonderful.  I have a grouchy back along with an ever-waiting-to-reappear case of plantar fasciitis and these shoes make my back and feet feel GREAT.

Really, really great.

I even wore them to the grocery store!  I had two ladies stop me and ask me where I got them.

I loooooove that, y'all cuz then I get to play the  What, these old things? game.


You can get them at the Birkis site here:   www.birki.us

or at good old Zappos with free shipping and free returns:   http://www.zappos.com/birkis-women-clogs-mules~1

(Danielle, MerryMerry and Ms. Mudd - y'all MUST have some of these.  They are very Y'all!)

Lemme know if y'all get some so we can dish the glory together, OK?

Oooo or send me a picture of you in yours and I'll post them.