We hardly ever watch TV. I guess I maxed out early. I watched a lot of TV as a kid (from the sofa that is now in our living room). My view of the world is colored by images of 1960’s television (even though some of the shows were in black and white).
So when I look at our makeshift kitchen, with its rustic exposed wood framing, I can’t help but think of Granny’s kitchen. Not the one in the Clampett’s Beverly Hills mansion, but the one in their backwoods cabin before Jed struck oil (…black gold, Texas tea).
Visions of Granny’s cooking inspired me to rustle up a batch of hearty vittles for John.
Looking out the window, I can easily picture myself in the Clampett’s log cabin in the Ozarks… especially when I see deer wandering along Suzanne’s bank across the street.
Sometimes around here it’s less like The Beverly Hillbillies and more like Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. On walks with Jack this week, I saw two different episodes featuring the same young buck.
I know he is a buck because he has little antler stubs – just like Rudolph’s.
live. enjoy. repeat.