First on my list today is a birthday wish to my Grandma, who turns 82 today. Happy birthday Grandma!
Second, Shelly asked me what a mayhaw is, since I mentioned one in reference to jam. Eh voila:
Yon mayhaw is a berry from a type of hawthorne tree that fruits in May (May + haw, get it?) So mayhaw.net tells me. As far as what it tastes like … well, it tastes like a mayhaw. You should try it. It’s a southern treat, as mayhaw trees flower early on in the year. Consequently the trees grow best mostly in Louisiana but also in Mississippi and east Texas. My neighbor who made mayhaw jelly was from Louisiana (Looozeeeana) and I grew up in east Tejas, so I guess that explains my familiarity.
Y’all want me to break out in an east Texas twang, now? Hahahahaha. That would be the day.
Speaking of jelly, tomorrow I venture out in a westerly direction where there are a number of fruit tree farms between here and Fredericksburg – peach trees to be precise. I’m going to see if I can procure some of those tasty things and do some more canning with them. I’m quite positive that some obliging farm folks will have recipes I can try at the farm stands. Each year I’ve been out there when fruit is in season I’ve come back with pages of dessert recipes.
I meant to write a post yesterday but honestly, I was being quite weepy. Quite. I’m not normally a weepy person, but … well, I picked up Caper’s ashes yesterday. The folks who do this did one extra thing I wasn’t at all prepared for. They made a clay impression of his paw. That’s right, it did me in. I cried and cried. *sigh* I miss my cat. His food bowls are still out. I can’t help it, I’m not ready yet.
If that wasn’t enough, I went to Shelly’s blog to read her account of delivering the Share A Square blankets (sniffle), and then read the account at Yellow Rose’s Garden (Sherry and her daughter went) (sniff), and then went and looked at the pictures Shelly posted on Flickr (sniff) … and then I cried some more. Then I remembered Shelly gave me an Arte y Pico award earlier this week (that was sweet of her, wasn’t it?) and there was yet more sniffling.
And then I realized I really just had to get off the internet before I became a weeping puddle of goo and go read or something. So I did, and so I will do now, because I’m not yet done with my book.
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This Eclectic Life — Sat Jul 12, 2008 at 6:27 am (link)
Happy birthday to Grandma…and thanks for telling me what a mayhaw is. My people were from East Texas, and I can’t believe my Mamaw never made mayhaw jelly. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of it!
I’m sorry I made you so sniffly. I’m also sorry about your cat. Somehow in the turmoil of SAS, I missed that entry. Trust me, you’ll still weep over Caper years after the fact. Thinking about him, makes me remember my “Harley.” His memorial is outside my window as I write. It’s been four years (and I have five others) but I still weep for him now and then. These days, I can smile as I weep. Loving cats can be a hard thing sometimes.
Miriam — Sat Jul 12, 2008 at 12:34 pm (link)
Shelly, if I get my hands on some mayhaw jelly, I’ll send you a jar! It’s hard to find. Thanks for the cat thoughts … it’s somehow … comforting? to know I’m not alone in my love for my little furbeasts. And I really don’t mind being sniffly
Melissa — Sat Jul 12, 2008 at 1:24 pm (link)
You are definitely not alone in your love for your furbeasts. I love mine, and I rather love yours, too.
I would have bawled, too. What a sweet and wonderful tribute to Caper, though … what a beautiful keepsake.
Strangely, I’ve never had mayhaw jelly, either! And you know my background and how odd that is! I must try some sometime … I don’t think I’d find any here!
Sending you lots of love and hugs.
Paula Frey — Sun Jul 13, 2008 at 1:10 pm (link)
Its understandable that you would be weepy and part of your grief process being delayed a few weeks probably didn’t help. Do make sure that you include something positive in your every day routine though.
Happy belated birthday to Grandma!!