“ Whaaaaat - in the world - do you want? “
“ It’s all mine! I went through Hell getting up here. I deserve this recliner. I earned it. You lose! “
Miss ' Cow With No Legs ' has confiscated my recliner - permanently. Next time anyone hears Dwayne mention the amount of time I spend at the computer..... ahem.
We had a bout of weather during this past round of time off that just screamed for us to drop everything and try a day of fishing. The previous cooling temps - especially during nights now - have done favor for the water temps enough to wake the fish a little more.
This time we decided to try docking off in Loudon - which turned out to be a pretty good idea! Except - the fishing was so good that I forgot all about taking out the camera!
That is - until we came across this MORON and a few of his pals following behind - all in desperate need of Boater’s Safety classes. If you have brains and education - You never plow past other boats when they are sitting still with human beings fishing aboard. And having way too much money and too much of a toy for two people does not exempt you and count you special. Well - not in the way you - obviously - consider yourself to be special.
My first thought was to drop my drawers and moon the jerks.
But then - my second thought was - “ Why become one with the Idjits? “
Anyway - back to the Redbud pods.
I’d noticed seed pods abound - hanging from almost every Redbud tree around both banks of the river. We have not one single Redbud tree on our property.
Despite mentioning wishes to snatch a few before we ended our day and headed back to the dock - we forgot - as goes with those signs of aging we have been experiencing.
But - my husband loves me.
No. I mean - he really loves me.
In fact - he’s probably the only one that truly loves me. And I have this as evidence to testify on behalf of my proud claim…
I woke up yesterday morning to find a surprise sitting on my desk.
No. They are - indeed - that grainy. These are Redbud pods.
I discovered getting my hands in the middle of Mother Nature’s job requires a very particular process for success in sprouting these seeds.
Best time to collect the pods is after they turn brown on the trees in the fall. I’ll let them dry out for about a week - before shelling the seeds. Come 8 weeks before the official day of Spring - I’ll drop the seeds into boiling water for 1 minute - and store them in our refrigerator - (small paper bag kept in the veggie drawer).
I will celebrate the first day of spring for 2011 - God willing - by planting these seeds into small pots - about ¼” deep.
My wonderful husband was thinking of me while he was at work. And somewhere in time - before driving back home - he remembered that we had forgotten to snatch those Redbud pods the other day. And he got lucky!
THIS is a perfect example of how my husband loves me in the best of ways! To bring home some seed pods appears to be somewhat trifling - until - you know all those small details behind the effort.
These little things - are the nourishment that feeds my constantly growing love for this man.
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Love those photos of your furbaby...how adorable!!!
I don't remember ever seeing pods on our redbud tree...maybe your redbud trees are different than ours, not sure, but it would be cool to be able to make more redbud trees. They grow wild in Missouri where I grew up, but not as much so over here. They look so pretty in the spring dotten in the timber that I wish we had them like that here.
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