Daily observations of my simple life.

Savoring a bowl of porridge:

It's been a while since I had a nice bowl of hot cerial. The hot weather may have something to do with it. I like it dispite hot weather and think the real reason is I ran out of my nine grain cerial that I order on a yearly basis. It was a rainy morning, summer monsoon and I craved a bowl of my nine grain. Standing in the kitchen mulling over what I would fix for breakfast if not what I wanted ,the light went on. I realized that I had a number of whole grains and nuts in various jars in my cupboards. I gathered up wheat, barley, oats, cornmeal, flaxseed,soy grits and walnuts and took out my little mileta coffee grinder. I mixed a big batch of mixed grains together and put them in a large jar for future use. Taking out about 1/4 cup of mixed grains I wherrrrred them in the coffee grinder, added some powdered milk and some raisens along with water and stuck the bowl in the microwave for 5 minutes.  I took my hot bowl of porridge out to the patio and sat among the plants and savored the chunky sweet goodness slowly, bite by bite.

Last week I watched on one day two shows on the plight of the black natives of Sudan. There are air drops of bags of grain which often break on the way down. I watched a small painfully thin boy scrapping up dirt and corn kernals into his gourd bowl. He said , " He would eat better than he had in months"  I'm impressed with these people. Bombed out of there little villages they have escaped to the hills which look very much like the terrain I see here in my desert, Az. The women wear these beautiful hand dyed dresses and head wrappings despite their intense poverty. The village had homes made of circular stone structures. What simple and self sufficient lives they live if undesturbed by war.

Savoring a bowl of porridge with probably the greater part of the world population. It is a simple wholesome food. Whole grains, delicous, nutty and healthy.

This morning I went out to check my little hen, Princess. She was out of the nest with two chicks. One large and one tiny so I'm guessing the black came from an arracana egg and the tiny one came from a silkie egg but the tiny one has arracana markings so Mr. Mr. my arracana rooster is the dad. I'm so tempted to open the left over eggs to see what's inside. Guess that's morbid curiosity. The hatching time is up, 21 days and it was 21 days on Saturday. Hmmmm

Last night the moon came sliding up in a great orange circle behind the beautiful Hualapai mountains. I sat out in my half circle garden of cactus by the rock creek and ceramic sink water feature watching the moon slide up in the sky. Evenings here are just wonderful, night after night. I have no flies and no misquitos. I don't know why as I have the animals and keep water for the birds as well. Every lovely evening for months I have enjoyed the clear air and stars. I know we will have colder months when I won't want to sit out but for now, ah, this is paradise.

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