CHIVE BLOSSOMS

Our very healthy Chive plant has been putting out towering flower stalks recently.

Judy trimmed them off, brought them inside and put them in a vase.

So I've been trying, unsuccessfully, to take a decent photo of them.

I've played around with my photo editing software and what I've come up with are some sorta interesting images.

See what you think.

At least it kept me from totally wasting a couple of hours.

BREADED

Tuesday morning production.

The big one is a Bread Machine loaf of Whole Wheat, studded with Craisins (dried cranberries).

The other two are English Muffin bread.

MAMA TURNS THE TIDE

As you've no doubt heard, today is the 100th anniversary of the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the Constitution, giving women the right to vote.

It came when a 24 year old State Representative in the Tennessee legislature changed his vote and broke a tie.

Harry T. Burn was the youngest member of the body and had voted against ratification several times.

But then, shortly before the decisive vote he received a note from his mother, which read in part:
 
        "Hurrah and vote for Suffrage and don't keep them in doubt.

           With lots of love, Mama"

Burn later inserted a statement in the House Journal: "I knew that a mother's advice is always safest for a boy to follow, and my mother wanted me to vote for ratification."

So let's issue a thank you to Febb Burn of Niota, Tennessee.

Mama's advice prompted a momentous event in American history.

RAIN!!!!!

See!

I bitched and it rained.

Tonight, at about 6:30, as our television was telling us that Joe Biden would make things better, we received the first real rainfall of this year's Monsoon (nonsoon) Season.

But I give full credit to my whining, complaining and . . yes . . bitching.

SPIDEY SENSE

We had a couple of fledgling robins in the bird bath this morning, splashing and soaking.

For long periods they just sat there in the water, seeming to be trying to figure out how they had become so lucky on another hot day in Arizona.

(It's 88 degrees at 9:30 a.m. as I'm typing this.)

I have thought a lot about hot weather and lack of rain since I wrote yesterday's post.

A different Robin commented that she didn't think it should ever get above 70 degrees.

While I insist that I don't mind the heat, I'd conjecture that the ideal day would be one where the temperature hovered at about 75.

I seem to be troubled recently by biting insects of some type or another which have prompted me to put my shorts away for awhile and go back to jeans.

Judy has long told me, and I fully agree, that I seem to attract mosquitoes while she repels them.

I haven't seen any skeeters and have been of the opinion that my itching comes from spiders nipping me while I'm asleep.

(Like someone more well-known than me, I make this statement with no proof or evidence.)

Like the hot weather, I am not alarmed by spiders while SWMBO reacts violently.

Well I suspect I've gotten myself into more trouble than I wanted now so I think I'll close this stream of consciousness soliloquy for the day.

Stay safe.

IT'S AN ILLUSION

Nice photo but it's wishful thinking.

I found this picture of the sky over a neighbor's roof on my camera and vaguely remembered taking it.

But it was a few days ago and if those clouds produced any rain they didn't drop it on me.

We are in the midst of a hot dry period that looks like it's going to last for awhile with the mercury touching and sometimes exceeding the 100 degree mark.

By the latter part of this coming week that's supposed to be down to the low to mid 90's.

Still too hot for the "so-called" Monsoon Season and no real rain in sight.

I know.

Gripe, gripe, gripe.

Actually it doesn't bother me but I seem to have a higher tolerance factor for heat than SWMBO, who is growing more and more testy about my referring to the weather as "balmy".

I made one of my rare visits to a grocery store early this morning and found everyone . . customers and employees . . wearing masks, which pleased me.

Judy doesn't like it when I enter a store so my visits are few and far between.

I can understand people's irritation at the many safeguards but I can't imagine why some take the pandemic so lightly and complain loudly about the removal of "their rights" when they're told they must wear a mask.

So.

Life goes on with tribulations for all of us.

Stay safe, friends.

FOR THE SWEET TOOTH

My latest baking effort:

An Apple Pecan Crumble.

SWMBO says it's too sweet but I noticed she scarfed down a hunk of it last night.

(As did I.)