The Success of a Rain Dance Depends on Timing
It was dry as a bone when we reached the farm for the holiday weekend. The grass looked like straw and the ponds as low as I’d ever seen these.
Most of the rock garden looked pretty thirsty, though the basil, day lilies, purple cone flowers, and bee balm appeared salvageable.
I did a Snoopy-style rain dance in hopes of encouraging my fig trees. Charlie Brown’s happy-hearted pooch said that he had one dance he did for rain and another for food and neither one worked.
Muddled Emotions
Apparently, my rain dance was more effective than I ever imagined. A thunder clap on Saturday afternoon set off a slow, steady, ground soaker. While I pondered who amongst us might be up for grilling in the rain, the downfall slackened. We were ready to kabob.
It wasn’t the gully-washer we needed, but it was a most welcome rainfall. Unlike Snoopy, I got both rain and a good dinner.
Later the next day, I learned about the horrific storm damage in the St. Louis area. A neighbor said a large tree had fallen across the main entrance of the condo and there was minor roof and water damage, but no outages. Sadly, others in the area fared much worst.
Back to Those Kabobs
Peggy serves up the beef that she and Bobby brought from their Black Angus herd.
All of the meat and vegetables were raised on Bobby and Peggy Carnahan’s farm in Marshfield. Beef kabobs, roasted potatoes, mixed vegetables, and tomatoes. I had a slice of their Beefsteak Tomatoes, the first I’ve had in years. Heavenly!
My friends visiting from Georgia tell me the peach crop has not been good this year. Sorry to hear that.
Martha’s Blueberry-Peach Cobbler
Elwood enjoys being in the kitchen, too. She’s a St. Bernard-Akita mix.
Finally got our two apple trees in the ground and well-fortified them with wire cages to keep the deer at bay. One is a Gala and the other a Honey Crisp.
Besides eating, taking a snooze in a hammock is one of the most enjoyable past times at the farm, though there’s seldom time for such ease.
