Outside my bedroom window is this view.
Doesn’t that just make you want to go wild, like I don’t know, run in disorder through the tidy fields scattering wild flower seed and dancing maniacally, twisting and tangling all the straight rows! All legs and hair! A man once described me as all legs and hair. I was out with his friend the night before and he asked my friend, “Who were you with last night? That woman. All legs and hair.”
I strained the yoghurt yesterday morning and there was so much of it. Thick and good. The whole farmy got their yoghurt fix yesterday. Especially the chickens and the pigs.
The Matriarch found these pint and a half jars for me in Missouri. I am smitten. I adore putting things into things. And putting fresh home made yoghurt made from my own milk into these lovely jars fits the bill perfectly. 
The lanky teenager said to me. “We are up to our heads in eggs.”
“Hmm.” I said wondering where this was going.
“Can we have devilled eggs?” he said. “Sure” I said.
Two hours later after watching a movie he comes out to the barn and said “Did you make those devilled eggs?”.
“No honey,” I said, “you will”.
“I don’t know how.” he said.
Well that is no problem. So after I had taught him how to steam and peel an egg (he is 18) . He looked up a recipe on the internet, (not just for games you know), we made a few changes to suit his tastes, he got to work and was kind enough to let me take a shot before he devoured them. They are made with mayo, fresh yoghurt, lemon juice, garlic and pepper and salt. We decided to start simple. Admittedly the spinach boats were my idea, pretty is not on his list when it comes to food. Which is fair.
“Can I make these every day?” he said. Maybe we will learn another recipe tomorrow I thought. Teaching kids to cook. Good.
The dogs were loafing in circles waiting, wishing they could jam that camera right down my throat so they could finally get on with their evening walk! But the empty peach tree leaves looked so pretty in that light . 
Good morning. We also made raw butter yesterday. The teenagers churned the cream as they lay about in the hot part of the afternoon. I was thrilled at how much butter came through. Lovely heavy yellow butter. Soon we will barely need to go to the supermarket at all this summer.
This morning after chores TonTon and I will pick up The matriarch and go over to visit the Old Codger. She wants to take him some cookies as he turned 93 the day before yesterday. The staff there are frantically trying to get him stable on his feet before he bolts. They need him to be safe and he needs to get home. Both wishes are entirely valid. But like many wishes they will not dovetail tidily like the floor of a bean field. Life is often messy with wild flowers growing where they shouldn’t.
Have a lovely muddle of a day!
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
85 responses to “Outside my bedroom window”
You are doing a real service to whoever your lanky teenager gets to marry! Teach him to clean up afterwards, though, as well as cook! I could murder that try of eggs…
I dislike tidy rows, too, and am incapable of having a tidy garden (or cupboard, come to that!)
You might like the poem I wrote about the best bit of my garden: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/playing-favourites/
Give the codger my best wishes for his birthday. I’m on his side – home’s the best place for us codgers and codgeresses.
tray…
It’s so rewarding to use those little ‘teachable moments’ in life! Love the idea of sowing random wildflowers to break up the lines of commercial beans–that will be in my head all day as I work in my little garden that looks out upon acres of corn and beans. Wouldn’t life be dull if everything looked the same and lined up in neat little rows?
I’m with the teenager — I don’t require my food to be pretty: homemade is good, fresh is good, seasonal is good. The view is dreadful: I prefer the peach trees. Wonderful to now have milk, butter, eggs and cream — sounds like a baking spree to me…
Great post, Celie. Everything is looking lovely and well-maintained, as usual. How I wish someone would describe me as “all legs and hair”! I did have to skip past the eggs, which I’m sure were very well-prepared following your instructions, but I have an egg phobia of sorts–I literally have to run out of the house when my husband is cooking them!
Opps now i remember about you and eggs.. sorry! i will send warnings next time.. poor you.. c
I am envious of all your lovely yoghurt and butter, good old Daisy! All legs and hair huh? I’m envious there too – I have plenty in the hair department but was definitely at the back of the queue when legs were handed out!
Christine
I think I missed something…are the teenagers living with you for the summer? I love how you guys put the deviled eggs in the spinach leave, just gorgeous!
I need to come have a vacation at your house. Even if it’s a working vacation! 😉
Johns teenager came for a few days and is still here.. who knows.. I just go on the assumption that they will stay for a bit. the farmy is like that. The other local country teenagers are coming out of the woodwork now that there is a teen in residence.. I think it is the pool! c
I love it when I can teach a young person to cook something – they’ll probably never forget the lesson and that’s good! Gorgeous lookng yogurt in jars and the butter sounds wonderful. Fingers crossed for the Old Codger…and I like the wld flower analogy!
I don’t think there is anywhere that wildflowers shouldn’t grow. 🙂 xo
Morning sweetie! c
what a fabulous view from your bedroom. i bet in the winter you can see bunnies and pheasants in those fields and maybe some foxes too. what fun to teach the teeenager to cook. i was always referred to as legs. i have looooon thin legs!
Fun isn’t it! Yes i can see pheasants and coyotes and deer in the winter.. c
that’s nice of the matriarch. hope to see you all soon.
Soon Soon.. c
What a fantastic view – indeed, it makes me fun to run and go frolic in the fields!
it is the only green around too! the rest is dying from dryness.. c
Thanks for teaching! It amazes me how may of our young people are about to enter the ‘real’ world of wokr and life and have no clue on doing even routine housework.
Or routine work! morning ted.. c
Hmm, I like the nice straight rows (an accountant – can you tell?), many happy returns to the Old Codger. I have butter envy now too :). Laura
The butter is just lovely and although i made two little jars I am half way through the second one, so i need to make it often i guess!
As a choreographer once said to me, “run with your hair on fire and tits to the sky!”
WOW! I mean it.. WOW! c
Your 1st Pic reminds me of growing up and running through the cornfields:) Have a Wonderful Weekend!
Are you adventuring somewhere soon? I must pop over and see what you are up to.. c