I must be in the South


Alligator meat from Louisiana for sale in the local grocery store’s frozen foods department.  Uhhh…I’ll stick with the shrimp.


good to the last one

Today I took CutieDog for a walk in this park 20140815_201735

where I took a gorgeous photograph of him 20140815_201636 but he could care less about portrait photography, so we walked

20140815_201707 and gathered the lone ripe berry in the whole park20140815_205744

I do believe that the 2014 berry season has drawn to a close unless the mulberry trees around the corner from our house are still bearing. They have born for a longer period this summer than last year. I’ll check their status this week.

the fruits of my labor

Over the past few weeks I have been picking mulberries and raspberries. Both kinds of fruit grow wild in this region, along with there being u-pick orchards that sell raspberries. I have a few plastic containerfuls from the wild fruits that I picked. I was going to make some jam with them and the small amount of strawberries that I picked at a farm last month. Said fruit has been in the freezer. The jam has yet to be made. My Darling Husband was in dire need want of something sweet today, so I used some of the mulberries and raspberries to make a cobbler. 20140722_195331  I used this heirloom recipe from one branch of My Darling Husband’s family. 20140722_195455In place of margarine (oleo), I used butter and a little vegetable shortening; I approximated 1/2 cup. For the flour, I used 3/4 cup all-purpose and 1/4 cup wheat.  Then I ended up stirring in a bit more wheat flour because I used too much butter/shortening! I used unsweetened fruit, except for the sugar that was already in the cherry pie filling that I mixed with the mulberries and raspberries.20140722_221117 It turned out good: the right balance of fruit and cake. Deeelicious! It would be even better with real whipped cream.

the sounds of a summer evening

Cicadas are the music of summer, but so is the community band of Our Small Town. They play in the band shell at the city park every summer Tuesday.


My Darling Husband and I ate a picnic dinner there this evening.


In a small town, you are more likely than not to run into friends and acquaintances wherever you go.


’tis a fine evening for driving pretty cars