by
alandp
on Sat 26 May 2007 09:35 AM CDT
Well, it seems there's something about a certain post that Eponym doesn't like. I can't get it to post. I'll try again later, and see if this one works.
We are waiting for the severe weather that is supposed to be heading this way, and the kids are outside playing in the mud from yesterday's rain. Not really mud. We don't get mud in the sandhills, we just get wet sand. Although I suppose there might be some real mud on the patch of red clay in the driveway.
And I am enjoying some Don't Tread On Me from the recent tobacco shipment.

Smoking it in the old Kaywoodie author, which is a pipe that I have been bound and determined to figure out. It has an unusually wide bowl mouth, which means it has to be smoked and lit a little more carefully than most of my pipes. It has a good shape, though, very elegant bowl design and just enough bend to be comfortable without being pretentious. It also took me a while to figure out what to smoke in it. I've said before, but will say again, that not every pipe can smoke every tobacco. Certain tobaccos just won't taste the same in certain pipes. Some tobaccos will smoke hot in one pipe and not hot in another. Estate pipes, like this one, are especially tricky because you don't have any idea what the previous owner used to smoke in it, and a pipe can become "seasoned" toward a particular flavor. I learned pretty quickly that the author is not a Latakia pipe. However, it most definitely can smoke this stuff. Man, this is good. Here's an old pic of the author that I took by laying the pipe on my scanner.

I heard on the news a few weeks ago, after that last rainy period, that we are seven inches above our normal average rainfall for this time of year. My dad hasn't even had to water his garden this year, and as I mentioned before, he has a surplus of pinto beans. The beans we picked a couple of weeks ago are so good, I am amazed (or perhaps, re-amazed) at how good garden fresh beans are. They are so sweet, they are almost like eating candy.
Gardens are hard to grow in the sandhills. The topsoil here has no nutrients at all. When I was a kid, we spent several weekends one summer hauling pickup loads of chicken manure from my uncle's farm in Poth (long "o") and spreading it on what would be our future garden. One of my summer chores, as a kid, was to shovel cow manure from our cow pens into a wheel barrow and roll it to the garden and spread it out. It took years to get some decent garden-growing topsoil established there. I might also mention that my dad's "garden" covers about two acres. So that was a whole bunch of wheel barrows.