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Pink Rain

Pink Rain, Caralee Woods, Kanab, Utah

My last post, ‘Cloud Portal to the coast’, prompted Caralee Woods of Kanab, Utah, to send her ‘Pink Rain’ photograph with this appended message,

For some reason your photo reminded me of a different kind of rain photo I took sometime back here in the desert, right out my back door.  The sun was setting and shining through some virga–rain that doesn’t reach the ground.  I thought of Prince’s ‘Purple Rain‘ and decided to call this one ‘Pink Rain.’  The photo wasn’t enhanced, and I like the fact that the sage seems to glow.

Caralee resides with her husband, Jimmy Henley, in Kanab, Utah, where they are building a strawbale compound a few miles from the town.  Jimmy and I have been friends since elementary school in the 1950s.  In the 1970s, I met Caralee when she was a book representative for Harper & Row publishers.  She came into my office at Amarillo College and called me, “Little Francis,” a nickname I had not heard since high school — courtesy of Jimmy, my old school chum.

Their website has several photographs of the guest house, main house foundation and walls, strawbales and their garden:  Building Our Strawbale Home!    The coloring treatment of their floors is fantastic: a dark copper, desert brown.  Caralee and Jimmy established a compound that is off the electrical grid, using solar and backup diesel generators for energy efficiency.  Visit their website also for the landscape vistas in her photographs.  One of these days I hope to visit them again and see the progress they have made as well as gaze at the glowing sage and pink-virga rain.

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Herbs on Flying Hat Ranch

One of my major objectives in writing about nature is to bring people out into nature, the woods, desert, mountains or, even, the backyard.  The population of this planet congregates in cities, but even there, nature abounds in established parks, vacant lots, terraces and backyards.  Within our backyard here at the ranchito, we grow herbs for cooking.  The stewardship of nurturing herbal plants forces us out of the house and into our small plots to water, fertilize, prune and, best of all, harvest for the table and cooking.

Brenda cooks mostly and today she prepared mussels in a white wine and shallot broth with butter and fresh parsley from our back porch.  Since it has been raining, I’ve been inside most of the day and decided to take some photos in between the rain sprinkles of our herbs and the mussels in white wine.

White Wine, Shallots and Parsley Broth for Mussels (Photo by J. Matthews)

A broth is prepared.  We have an all-electric kitchen and off-and-on we want to replace the electric range with propane gas.  At our previous home in Mingus, Texas, we had a propane stove and I think we had better control over the heat for cooking.  Back then in Mingus, I did not have horses and cattle, so I could help Brenda prepare meals.  I did have a small vineyard of forty plants, but that did not require constant management.  The parsley that you see inside the Creuset dutch oven is from a pot of parsley on the porch.  The Creuset dutch oven was one of several Creuset pieces we have purchased over the years from a Creuset outlet store near San Antonio, Texas.

Mussels after Boiling

Here you can see the mussels, after being boiled in white wine and shallot broth, have opened up.  We’ve all been trained in family etiquette, so the eating of mussels with small forks or other instruments is known well.  Well, there’s another way to do it!  Take the mussel out of one shell and use the empty shell to pick the mussels out of the others — a method showed us by a French waiter from Marseilles.

Lunch Table with Mussels at Flying Hat (Photo by J. Matthews)

Vin D'Alsace, Gentil, 2006 (Photo by J. Matthews)

Brenda and I sat down at our French farmhouse table (late-nineteenth-century) and ate mussels with a 2006 Vin D’Alsace Gentil.  It was a dry wine and we enjoyed it immensely.  After we sat down, Brenda remembered that she needed to put fresh parsley on the mussels, so she did, but I did not get a photograph of the parsley on the pile of mussels because I was chomping down and quaffing wine.  After all of the mussels are consumed, we take the shells out onto the pasture road and place them in washouts.  At night, critters browse on the remains of the mussels and I have seen our mussel shells 200 yards from where I have laid them.  Our barn cats enjoy a few remnants as well.

From left to right, our herbs include lavender, sage, basil, parsley and in the cluster under the live oak tree, several varieties of thyme and rosemary.

To walk onto your patio of potted herbs or amble in the backyard with a garden, you encounter the elements.  You are out of boxes called houses or apartments.  You develop a connection with plants.  As you ingest your meal, the sweetness of basil arises in your palate and nostrils and you realize treasures grow from the soil.  Not so remarkable, but then again it is:  it was with your tending that the true coin of earth becomes a part of you.

You go out of your box for a time and you learn about a little chain of being that links you to a plant that enhances your meal.  Enriches your life.

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