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[which_chick]

After I did pie today, the rain sort of let up, so I dropped the pie off at Chez Jackie and stopped in at the horses on my way home. The horses are fine. I pulled up some of the orange plastic string out of the ground and wound it up into balls. That's a lot more like work than you probably think. See, the orange plastic string comes around round bales of hay. It holds them together. As the horses eat the round bales of hay, the orange plastic strings get trodden into the dirt and snarled and such. It's a mess. Occasionally, I get tired of looking at the orange plastic snarls all over the damn field and make basketball sized bundles of the orange plastic string. Today was one of those days.

My pie tin, which had left my hands filled with fresh, home-made peach pie of delightful goodness, came back into my hands filled with garden-fresh tomatoes and green bell peppers. This is the sort of thing that encourages me to show up with random pie at people's houses. I really like garden-ripe tomatoes. A lot. Interestingly, while we were wandering through the tomatoes and picking out ripe ones, Hazel came up into the garden (she's ninety, remember) toting an actual firearm of the rifle persuasion so that she could shoot the big white dog (KC) that Liss currently has. I think it's a Great Pyranees or something. Some kind of damn huge white dog. I'm not impressed with the big white dog. Hazel didn't shoot the big white dog (who was in the garden where she shouldn't have been) but she did wave the firearm around menacingly.

People sometimes accuse me of enhancing my experiences so's to make better LJ press. I don't know why they accuse me of that because it's not like I have a history of making things up. Also, I do not have to work to make my life sound more interesting. It already sounds plenty interesting on its own. Just so that you know, I am not making up the part about Hazel waving her gun around in the garden. At ninety.

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[galena417.livejournal.com]

Mmm..tomatoes! Luckily, my parents usually have way more than they can use, so I get them without having to trade anything else for them.

Peach pie...sounds yummy!

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I'm okay with the trading. It makes it... I dunno, more fair or something. Liss and Hazel also give me yellow crookneck squash and zucchini (I'm a big squash fan.) earlier in the year when the squashes are in like Flynn. I got green beans this year, too. Special for NYR, who had once mentioned difficulty cooking fresh green beans: Fresh green beans cook up just like frozen ones. It just takes longer. Keep boiling their skinny green asses and have a little faith.