The WAR

I have declared war on the green beans. The beans will keep producing as long as the plants don't have fully developed beans on the plants so we keep picking and the plants keep putting on more beans.But, green beans are green and they blend in to the plants and the weeds that managed to survive.Some of the smarter beans try to keep hidden so they can develope. I have proof.I very carefully picked a row and walked back-only to find some beans that were hiding.I picked the same row three times and I bet when I go out there again there will be some more ready.Fifteen gallons in the space of twenty four hours.But I'm fixin to take a nap so I can pick before the sun goes down.Damn beans won't win.

People and cell phones

Have you seen people that just don't ever hang up the cell phone? You know the lady that checks out at the grocery store and continues her conversation.How about the guy that tries to order at the drive thru and keeps talking-oblivious to the line of cars behind him? Then there's my daughter in the vertical position not skipping a beat and refusing to pose for a picture.

A secret love

I must confess. I have a secret love of developing old film or those disposable cameras-not the ones you just spent the weekending using, but the ones that you find in the bottom of your purse or in a coat pocket or under the seat of your car. It thrills me to no end to find really great pictures of things that were only just a memory until that picture developed. It's kinda like a grab bag-it may be of something that you'd rather forget or it could be the best picture ever taken. Whatever the case maybe, I don't ever know if it's a good idea to look the photo clerk in the eye. He always has a smirk.

G.B. Update

Fourteen more quarts canned and fifteen gallons sent home with Mom. Please don't ask what I did this weekend. The faster I pick green beans-the faster they grow.

Just the numbers

Can't get numbers out of my head today. My BABY sis celebrates her 20th class reunion. The BABY has been out of high school 20 years. She's been grown so long now but I still remember calling her Lee-Lee. I guess it was a tribute to all of those southern women with two first names.Another number? You've got exactly 6 months until Christmas.

How was your weekend?

I worked in the garden-Dwight and I canned 14 quarts of green beens-he reminds me that there's more to be picked and there is. We only picked 4 of the five rows. The banana peppers are doing great too. This is the first time I've ever had bell peppers on multiple plants.a Anybody got any recipes for what to do with pumpkins? We have over 40 plants that are blooming like crazy.

The Second Sunday in June

For the last 27 years, the Second Sunday in June has brought the Bell Family Reunion. I warned the boyfriend that no one over the age of 13 in our family can carry a tune in a bucket so the church service wasn't a complete shock. The service was in the church founded by Grandma and Grandpa Bell in 1905. Grandma went to Pine Bluff to finish high school at the age of sixteen and came back to teach in Rison in the same little church. Some of her students were older than her. My dad teaches too so maybe my dream to teach is genetic.
But some things never change...there's a fox den under the church. The outhouse still stands-the Sears and Roebuck catalog from 1993 is still there. The only real tea is sweet tea and the only meat to eat on Sunday afternoon is fried chicken. My brother has dubbed the reunion "Chickenfest".