Looks like our little cold spell has arrived right on schedule.
One of our neighbors has two magnolia trees in their front yard and every year without fail when the trees bloom, we have a cold spell of short duration. These trees are simply beautiful and are lavender colored.
Next will be redbud winter as we call it, followed by dogwood and blackberry winters at the same time. But not this spring because the redbuds, which aren’t red to begin with, are too far advanced for the dogwoods to catch up.
I think blackberry winter comes in May when they are in full bloom. This is also the best time to plant watermelons and other vine crops.
Usually by the time all our little winters are over with, plus a couple thrown in for good measure, it gets hotter than Grandma’s kitchen with a coal and wood stove in it. Believe it or not, some folks still prepare meals the old-time way. And I bet they taste better, too. There is a little more work to do in the preparation phase, but well worth the effort.
Most of the cooking is done during the early morning hours during the hot weather, with enough prepared to last all day.
Coal or wood must be gathered in advance and put in the proper place. I realize electricity has many advantages over coal and wood stoves, but there is nothing quite as good as a pot of lifesavers (soup beans) cooked to perfection on a coal and wood stove with a chunk of sow belly floating in them, or a pot of coffee brewed in an old-time coffee pot. I found it quite soothing just watching it pop up in the glass knob on top as it perked, and when it was dark enough when it appeared in the glass know it was strong enough.
I guess I live in the past because people these days are just not ambitious enough to do things the old-fashioned way.
I’ll leave you with this little punch. A preacher in a small country church was having a hard time just keeping the flock inside the church house, but they spent a lot of time outside smoking and chawing ‘baccer. One day he say on TV a news bulletin stating that the seven-year itch was on the rise again. It gave him an idea, so when Sunday came he told his flock he had heard the seven-year itch was on the rise and if anyone needed to go outside to scratch, to feel free to do so. Nobody left the building that Sunday till church was over.
And that’s all from the funny farm till next time.