....Sorry to inform you that smoking wasn't your last vice.....
Oh, I thought you were going to say that my new virtue, on account of the monumental annoyance it's likely to cause (or has already caused) is now my last vice.
But where have YOU been? We have twelve cats in the house now.
On my previous post comment, a few pages back, I just meant to say we're all impressed by your multi-talented skills and work ethic- including drag racer, mechanic, floral enthusiast, rancher and animal loving, butter-making frontier woman!
Oh, I get it! Well, I'm multi-talented. My grandmother used to tell me I was a flibbertygibbet. ROFL! The truth is, I'm just curious, and I like to know the how and the why of everything I come in contact with. It keeps me busy and out of trouble, at least.
I am thinking that is maybe a variegated portulaca on the table...its really hard to tell
Boo! Hiss! I have a love/hate relationship with purslane. It's a horribly invasive (and ubiquitous) weed here, and I can't tell you how many hours I've spent ripping it out of my garden. But then I decided to find out WHAT it was, and it turns out not only is it edible, but it's as high in Omega-3 fatty acids as fish. Funny thing, out here on the prairie, where there are no fish for hundred and hundreds of miles, that a plant rich in Omega-3 would be so abundant. (Mother Nature always provides.) So I ate some, and it's not bad - kind of light and lemony, and succulent, so very refreshing on a hot day.
It also seems to provide a really nice living mulch in my garden beds and containers, so now I don't hate it anymore. It drinks some water itself, but stores a lot in the leaves, and the shade keeps the soil cool and damp so I don't have to water as often. When I do have to pull a bunch out, whatever I don't eat I toss to the chickens, and they seem to like it a lot. Even the cows will eat it if I put a pile of it in front of them.
Originally Posted by StrykersPerson View Post
I am Catholic too Aunt B. Gotcha!
Well, not anymore, but I used to be. Went to parochial school through 6th grade, then my poor father had to pull me and my sister out because the rest of my Catholic mother's kids were getting to be school-aged, and dad couldn't afford that many tuitions. Mom wanted eight, Dad stopped her at five.
Whew! Five was PLENTY!