Saturday: Happy Birthday to Taylor...Not really. Her birthday is next week. It was also our anniversary, our 30th. It really was. We celebrated on Thursday. But I will share that John asked if we could celebrate again in 30 more years. I'm game if we can manage to live that long.
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Friday: I was planning to make a purchase but wanted to check with someone knowledgeable about the item before I bought it. I'm glad I did. Sam came over to return a borrowed item and was familiar with the product. I need a much more expensive item. I'll save my money until I can afford to buy what is actually needed.
When I researched how my Granny and Grandmother might have cooked in summers in the 1940s, '50s, and '60s without air conditioning in the household, I was surprised to discover that most of their meals would have been hearty affairs, at least according to the vintage magazines I own and my own memory of what they ate in the 1960s and 70's.
Summertimes were distinguished by a plethora of fresh seasonal vegetables. But pot roasts, fried chicken, meatloaf and such still carried their menus. Heat in the kitchen apparently was not quite the onus I recalled it being in my own homes without AC in the 1980's, and 90's.
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Hello, dears. There's water, lemon, black tea, violet butterfly pea tea, and peach tea, but no iced coffee.
Speaking of the coffee, once the cold brew sachets are gone, I'm going to try to make my own. I watched Ree Drummond make it on an episode of her program when she'd just started and it's not difficult. I've found the type of coffee used in the sachet is acidic. Very much so. One of John's friends told me that her father-in-law always added a pinch of baking soda or salt to his coffee every morning to cut the acidity. I shall have to do that. Warning though: if the coffee isn't overly acidic, this will render it nearly tasteless.
Everyone has just left. I've picked up the house, rinsed and stacked the dishes, and settled in my chair with a tall glass of much-looked-forward-to iced water. One does not have an open container of water around rollicking children and they rollicked, jumped, stomped, ran, wrestled, slung stuffed animals about, and played tag. They played indoors and out. They were calmed, soothed, hugged, kissed, and encouraged to stop and rest but the amount of energy in my home this afternoon would power the AC for the hottest summer month. Guaranteed.
Saturday: John was not playing for the Outreach Ministry today but wanted to attend. I did not and since my sole purpose in going is to be his main support and ears to hear his sound system from a distance and let him know how to adjust. The volunteers who run all else are so well organized that I felt sure I'd be in the way. When John suggested I just stay home, I was fine with it.
And I enjoyed it!
Friday: I have blooms everywhere at the moment. Balsam has started to bloom. These are just a handful of volunteer blooms but I always let them go to seed and will sprinkle them in various spots throughout my garden beds. I love these little flowers!
The Ditch Lilies are blooming. How lovely they are to bring in a few of those bright orange flowers and put in the blue and white vases. And the hydrangeas are blooming and turning that lovely shade of blue. It is the season when I can turn to my own yard to cut flowers for indoors. Right now we have a shallow bowl of gardenias that is scenting the room in a lovely way.