I did listen to Billie Holliday singing the song “Strange Fruit” multiple times last week, since it was one of the topics that came up for the commemoration of slaves being brought to this continent in 1619. That song always makes me shiver. Then I’m sad. Then I’m angry. I hope humans learn from our mistakes and treat each other better. Someday.
In more mundane stuff…
Today I was looking around wondering what I’d eat during this time of year and right before my eyes appeared two more benign strange fruit: a passion fruit and a prickly pear.
Those would be sweet and delicious any time, but especially now, when it’s so parched.
I’d noticed that everything is conserving energy Right now, too. There are flowers, but they are all very tiny. And they are on plants with few leaves, too. Here’s one, an aster:
The heat has really been getting to all of us, and the few showers this weekend missed the ranch. It’s very crunchy.
Because of that, we’re cooking inside more. Kathleen has been here, and she cooked twice this weekend. What a treat it was for us and our Sunday night dinner companions to have King Ranch chicken and hummingbird cake, both from scratch tonight. (No birds were killed to make the cake.)
She’s been working so hard on starting our new business. It’s good to see her doing something she enjoys.
Stay tuned tomorrow for a chicken report! They’re hot, too.
The Hermits' Rest 