"Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth forever." I John 2:15-17
This is a cloudy, cool, dreary Thursday. Would it be "Blackberry winter"? I thought surely now that the spirea was done blooming, it would be warm. But now it's cold. Then I happened to remember that my mom would talk about "Blackberry Winter." Couldn't those two be at the same time?
Ah me! It is good that God is in control.
Wasn't that a humdinger of a storm we had Monday night? It was so very windy. I was up closing windows. It felt like everything would blow out the windows.
And dust! Oh yes! I do think I swept up a goodly chunk of neighbor Floyd Miller's real estate and dumped it into the waste can.
All the way to Arthur on Tuesday morning, I saw tree branches down, even a few trees had blown over.
By the visitor's center, the potty houses had blown over. Funny thing is, one was over backward, the other forward. They stand side by side. What a stinky mess! When I wanted to put Sparky in the barn early Tuesday morning, he would not come in. Usually, he's standing right outside the door, ready to bolt in the minute I crack the door.
Well, not so this time. He kept snorting and carrying on until I was fairly spooked, too. He kept looking toward the east end of his pen. Finally I went around the outside of the barn. The only thing I could find was our burn barrel had blown out in the oats field east of his lot.
I finally got him coaxed and dragged in. With every little noise, he would snort and carry on. I told you he has OCD!
Tomorrow evening, Friday, is the seniors' graduation. I still don't have niece Carli Plank's quilt done. It will get done, but I sure do hate these time crunch things. My column might be a little short because of that. How do I manage to get myself in these situations. Well, it isn't easy?!
The yard work and garden work had to be done. Although, I still don't have hardly anything planted, the yard again already looks like a hay field. But I'll get there.
The farmers are sure busy now that it's dried off. I've seen some corn peeping through.
I guess son-in-law Lloyd's sheep are done having babies. There are seven lambs and five moms. Grandson Galen, 9, knows exactly which lamb belongs to which mom. They all look the same to me, except the black lamb has a longer tail then the white lambs.
In closing: Once you get a mouthful of hot coffee, whatever you do next is wrong.
Try this easy party perfect summer salad.
Cobb Salad with Barbecue-Ranch Dressing
1 large head Romaine lettuce, shredded
1 pound chopped smoked chicken
1 cup (4 ounces) shredded sharp cheddar cheese
3 large tomatoes, seeded and diced
2 large avocados
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1 bunch green onions, sliced
1 (4-ounce) package crumbled bleu cheese
6 bacon slices, cooked and crumbled
1 (1-ounce) envelope buttermilk ranch dressing mix
1/2 cup barbecue sauce
Layer first four ingredients on a large serving platter. Peel and chop avocados; toss with lemon juice.
Layer avocado, green onions, crumbled blue cheese and crumbled bacon over salad. Serve immediately or cover and chill up to eight hours.
For the dressing, prepare the ranch dressing according to package directions, then stir in barbecue sauce.