Just Andy's Place...
Just what Andy believes, what Andy thinks, where Andy lives, who (and what) Andy loves, and who Andy IS!
...IT'S ALL ABOUT ME, DANGIT!!!
Once again, I'm gonna show y'all some pictures of the pretty junk The Mrs. has planted around Andy's Place over the years. (I got me some Double-As for my computer camera.)
I just love me some Springtime!
Our coveted "Purple Iris" has started popping. They bloom later than the yeller, and the blue.
Aint they glorious? Just look at the handiwork of God...
Just one more picture. This here is a relatively new variety of Rosebush. It's called a "Knockout!"
It's Springtime again, so y'all know what that means...pictures of flowers from Andy's Place!
Yep! It's a tradition.
This Spring, I'm gonna start y'all off with a quiz!
Look, even the weeds are gorgeous at Andy's Place. We've already linked to the Oxalis, so let me show y'all some more voluntary flowers that grace this joint.
Now, The Mrs. says that the little blue flowers there are spiderwort. She thinks. But, does anybody know what that beautiful dark mauve weed is? I mean, I'm calling it a "weed" because we didn't have it for a long time, and then all of a sudden it started coming up, and blooming. We sure didn't plant it, but The Mrs. figures somebody must have, and we just didn't notice it for several years.
But I ain't so sure, because I think I'd have noticed a gorgeous dark mauve flower like that.
I started to shoot a "macro" shot of it so y'all could see it better, but the batteries in my Kodak died, and I don't have any Double A-s in the junk drawer, dangit! Got everything else...just NO DOUBLE A-s!
So, if y'all know what that gorgeous dark mauve weed is, please tell me. Anyway, y'all have a glorious day. It's Springtime in Louisiana. Life is good...
Daddy: Hey Andy, my pea guy called me again. He said he has 6 bushels of purple hulls just out of the sheller. I know that y'all put up those 5 bushels yesterday, but I was wondering if y'all wanted to mess with 6 bushels tomorrow.
It's awfully dry, and I'm afraid we won't be able to get any later on. If y'all want to mess with it, I'll go down to Sligo and get 'em and split them with you.
Me: (Long pause...turning to The Mrs.) Honey, do you want to mess with putting up 6 bushels of purple hulls in the morning?
The Mrs:Oh yeah! We need another couple of bushels for ourselves to make it to next Summer. And, I think my Momma needs a bushel. Sure!
Me:Sure, Daddy! We'll put 'em up if you'll go get 'em.
I've got to turn in early tonight.
Hey look, y'all...I had about three really good, interesting things I was gonna tell y'all about. So, I'm going to write them down here so I will remember to tell y'all about them tomorrow. One is about paint that does not paint...the next is about a tremendous honor bestowed upon Andy's Place...and the other is about...crud, I should have started with the third one, because I can not remember it.
Don't worry, it will come to me. And then I'll tell y'all about my plans to tell y'all about it. Really I will.
It's just a typical lazy, hot Southern Sunday afternoon. I think we're gonna' hit about 94 today...maybe a record high. I love me some global warming! I am off up in hog heaven!!! I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but I hate cold weather, and the hotter, and more humid it gets, the better I feel.
As the black folks would say, it is "scotchin'!!!"
I just got back home a few minutes ago. I went over to cut my little widow lady's grass. Of course, she is now in Heaven with Jesus, but her sister is in charge of the "earthly" succession deal. She lives way off in Baton Rouge, and doesn't know anybody here, so she asked me if I'd take care of the place for her until she gets everything ironed out, and the house in the hands of a Realtor, or something. Of course, I told her that I would. I'm just a boy that can't say "no." Plus, I really don't mind. It doesn't take long, and I need the fresh air and sunshine...and the activity. But, it really ain't the same as when Pat was there. Oh well...time marches along, and everything changes.
Dang! Look at our beautiful hydrangea! It has some of the most odd purple/pink/blue blooms. I'm not sure you can see the purple ones, but trust me...they are unlike any I've seen.
Ooooohhhhh....our vegetable garden is coming along like Buster's Gang! I'll swear, this is the best start we've had in the last several years. We have already harvested Jalapenos. I'm pissed off at Mexicans right now, but I still relish them Jalapenos!
The Okra is about 3 to 4 inches tall now, and the eight Eggplants are overflowing with blooms. We never have trouble with peppers, okra, or eggplant. Squirrels do not like them. We always have more peppers than we can use, or share...more eggplant than we can fry (I've also told y'all in the past about The Mrs.' killer "eggplant parmesean recipe" that makes all the neighbors come sniffing around while she's cooking it)...and we always have enough okra to cleanse the colon of the bowels of hell itself.
But, I'm finally excited behind the tomatoes! As y'all know, we've had nothing but bad luck the last several years with our 'maters. I mean, it has sucked like a Kirby trying to get the dang things to grow. Y'all might remember my "patio tomato" experiment last year, and how badly that sucked, and how we only got two tomatoes because we had bought diseased plants from the freakin' LOWE'S!
But, we're off to a good start. We've got six 'mater plants, and they're all either blooming, or bearing. (I'm gonna make this easy for y'all city folks).
If it keeps going this good, and the freakin' squirrels don't gnaw 'em off when they start pinkin', I'm gonna be thrilled. There is nothing better than a fresh 'mater right off the vine.
NOTHING, I tell ya'!!!
Okay, so what else we got???
Well, here is a short video clip of Lt. Col. Allen West (a candidate for Congress from the 22nd District of Florida). I don't think he cares much for ObozO. Just sayin'...
So, about two weeks ago, my car air conditioner started giving me trouble. The AC works fine, but you had to kinda slam on the control to make it actually start blowing. I knew that I had some trouble...but (as usual) I figured it would fix itself! Well...on Wednesday (about the time The Mayor posted his very gay Scott Baio pictures), the dang thing quit responding to flipping back and forth, punches, and roundhouse kicks. It's dead.
Ha! I finally killed it! Serves it right...
So...I have decided to tear in to it, and get it fixed...seeing as it is 172 degrees here in NW Louisiana. I don't care so much for myself, because I love hot and humid weather. But, other folks do occasionally ride in my beloved '97 Mercury Sable (otherwise known as "Black Beauty").
Do you know how many freakin' screws that must be removed in order to get to a stinkin' AC control switch on a '97 Mercury Sable? Well, I'll tell ya'. 34. So, now you know. (Take notes, that might come up in a trivia quiz one day, and you might wins you a prize!)
I finally got to the danged switch, but I haven't looked up on the worldwide computer to see how much it's gonna' set me back. But, it don't matter. It MUST BE DID!
See it? Yeah, that's my trouble. (And before some wiseass axes...YES, that is a cassette player installed in "Black Beauty."
So, bite me!
Well, like I said, there's not much going on around here at Andy's Place today. Just the "same old, same old."
Oh, wait...I just remembered that our good buddy Jim, at My Bossier had posted a lovely shot of the beach at Grand Isle, LA on his The Facebook website. If you ain't from Louisiana, you probably don't know that it's pronounced "Gran aaaahhhlll."
Sucks, don't it?
Well, that's all I got my friends! I love y'all! I love each, and every one of you.
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