This morning I woke up to a balmy 66 degrees. Now the temperatures are plummeting as I type, soon to be below freezing. Rain is falling in huge fat drops, blowing hard against the windows. I can hear it bouncing off the flute in the fireplace in the living room. The weatherman promised a 90% chance this rain will turn to freezing rain/sleet, then snow.
Last night, about 45 minutes before dark, Son #1 and I prepared for the storm coming our way. We drained water hoses, put them up, dragged out the water tank heater, made sure it worked and wouldnt shock the Old Guy when he went to get a drink form his water tank.
Bikes, the riding lawn mower, Wee One’s John Deere Gator, son #1’s precious dirt bike, the gas grill, and other various outdoor toys were stowed away in the barn for safe keeping until the storm is over. One good thing about Oklahoma, it may storm and snow, but it never lasts long and the balmy weather will be back again. We can resume our fun outdoor activities in a few days or a week or so with out being hampered by the ground being covered in snow for 7 months like the Northern States (where I grew up!).
Hubby already took care of the anti-freeze type stuff that needs done to anything with a motor. He wouldnt want me doing it, thats for sure! I am not mechanically inclined. I think I was born in the wrong century. I am much more comfortable and happier on the back of a horse than riding or driving in a vehicle.
I woke up before everyone else (except hubby, he was long gone because of the winter storm warning). I fed Scooter early, about 6 am inside his run-in shed. He ate while I cleaned it up. The Equine Senior horse feed doesnt make him crap much, meaning he is utilizing his feed as best as he can without waste. But since hes been gobbling that damn hay like it is going out of style, I have many more manure piles to rake then pitchfork out of his run-in shed and stall. That makes me crabby.
I snapped this picture this morning at 8am just before the start of the cold front and heavy rains blew thru. It was so dark, with thunder and lightening. Soon Scooter parked himself back inside his stall-brat!
Homemade Indian Fry Bread Recipe
Combine dry ingredients in a bowl. Add the warm water in small amounts and knead dough until soft but not sticky. Adjust the flour and water as needed. Cover bowl and let stand about 15 minutes somewhere warm.
Pull off pieces of dough (approximately the size of an egg) Roll out into thin squares. Fry squares in hot oil until bubbles appear on the dough, turn over and fry on the other side until golden.
I use Wesson or Crisco oil, it just seems to give it a better taste. Then I serve with honey.
I also use the Red Corn Native Foods fry bread mix more often than making it homemade, I like it better than my homemade recipe. Best friend L. and hubby prefer my homemade one. My boys like both equally.
I will leave you with one of my favorite poems of all times. I recall this poem often, especially during times in my life I need a bit of extra strength.
Call To The Four Sacred Winds
By Spirit Wind (Pat Poland)
I call to the East, where the Father ascends
to all Mother Earth where life begins.
I fly through the cedars, pines, willows, and birch
as animals below me wander and search.
I call to the South, to the land down below.
Turtle stands silent, as man strings his bow
to hunt food and fur for his kin before snow.
A life will end so others will grow.
I call to the North, that yansa once knew.
I follow their path til it disappears from view.
Once vast in number, there stand but a few.
I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.
I call to the West, to the ends of the lands,
to the Tsalagi, Kiowa, Comanche … all bands.
Unite for the strength. Teach the young and demand
that you are Native Americans. Learn your tongue and stand.
My name is Freedom… I fly through this land.
I call to the Four Sacred Winds of Turtle Island.