tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687309633062655086.post4655470799818847998..comments2023-05-22T07:10:42.612-04:00Comments on Borange: The Sweetest EarLa Cootinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08802335116295420730noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687309633062655086.post-7197957253064701282009-08-01T18:03:29.429-04:002009-08-01T18:03:29.429-04:00Isn't it great having relatives who live on fa...Isn't it great having relatives who live on farms? I don't know if I'd want to live there, but I'd sure enjoy visiting...<br /><br />TW - I feel your pain. I only have a couple of scrawny tomato plants, but if I don't pick 'em green, the critters will beat me to them.La Cootinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08802335116295420730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687309633062655086.post-46146194528154897492009-08-01T17:09:19.367-04:002009-08-01T17:09:19.367-04:00La Coot, You made my mouth water for that corn and...La Coot, You made my mouth water for that corn and Kathy, that story is a pip and sounds straight out of Mayberry. How come life is so darn complicated now. Give me back the simple life out in the country somewhere. If I could just find a place,I can be packed in 30 minutes. Not too many people grow much around here. There are no woods for the varmints so they eat up gardens at an alarming rate. I have eaten string beans freshly picked though(yummy) and eating a fresh potato has forever ruined me for these year old spuds we buy in the store. Maybe next year, I'll get out the chicken wire and try it again. I'm sure the rabbits and chipmunks will appreciate my efforts.tim's wifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08605449376728668764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687309633062655086.post-73443370178553190872009-08-01T12:53:37.590-04:002009-08-01T12:53:37.590-04:00I believe the sugar turns to starch.
Your story r...I believe the sugar turns to starch.<br /><br />Your story reminds me of a trip to my father's Aunt Dorothy & Uncle Cliff's house in CT, probably in the mid '50's. They had a farm and Uncle Cliff would never pick the corn until the water was boiling. And Aunt Dorothy would never allow the trash to be taken out after dinner until all the silver was washed, counted and put away.<br /><br />We loved staying there because they had a GUEST HOUSE! - later in life I learned that the guest house was the no longer used chicken coop.<br /><br />We would also visit Aunt Peggy & Uncle Elmer - they had a house that you walked DOWN stairs to enter; they also had a guest house. Yes, their guest house was also a former chicken coop, and one walked down stairs to get in the house because when they were building their house they ran out of money after the basement was finished. So they slapped a roof on the basement and called it done.<br /><br />Thanks for the memories.Kathy from NJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07502604640751977016noreply@blogger.com