I’ve been down swinging in the hammock, listening to the neighborbood sounds and talking to my friends Marti and Patty on the phone and writing to Forgottenman on Skype. This was part of our conversation:
Judy: Lots of bats flying around right now..soaring around in droves.some poor doggie howling and howling a distance away glad my two haven’t joined in. Frogs, katydids and rainbirds making a din—plus some drummer down below. Rainbirds just started up again LOUD….have you ever heard them?
That led him to send me these two links:
Forgottenman: You asked: https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/the-good-life/
Forgottenman: And this: https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/another-day-in-paradise/
Judy: Both of those sound just like what I’m experiencing now.. Right down to the music coming from across the street. I think you should reblog those. So nostalgic. Wish you were here doing the same now.
What he describes in them is exactly what I’ve been experiencing for the past hour or so, so I decided to reblog his pieces. It is now fully dark after a long lovely sundown and leg and foot cramps ousted me from the hammock so I’m about to go in for a swim. Hope you will enjoy Forgottenman’s eight year old posts as I did. The world doesn’t change that much after all, except for the fact that I’m the one in the hammock now.
Just click on the links above to see what he had to say way back when.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Thanks so much for the reblogs!
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The video reminded me of French cicadas in the naughties
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Okay, Derrick, another phrase I need for you to explain for me. What are the naughties and are French cicadas really insects?
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The naughties are the decade beginning from the millennium; yes, they are insects so sounded different from those in the video.
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Cicadas of different varieties sound very different. In Mexico thaey start out as very loud clickings that get faster and faster until they sound like a colossal chainsaw.
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Lovely pieces. I have never heard of rose petal chicken, and I have never met a challenge I don’t want to take on..
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It is a recipe from Like Water for Chocolate. The original was quail in rose petal sauce and that is what Agustin originally made, but there was so little flesh on the quail that people complained, so he switched to chicken.
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I forgot – thank you, Judy! I had to go find it in the book. Quail is so much more tender, with a subtle gamy taste. I have to make this.
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Here is both its story and the recipe. Careful!!! https://www.houstoniamag.com/eat-and-drink/2014/02/recipe-quail-in-rose-petal-sauce-february-2014
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Thank you so very much – it is entirely doable; all I have to do is to find prickly pears, but I might use raspberries. We get rose water (and rose jam) from the kosher stores. Quail is also usually available in kosher stores, as well as quail eggs which I use to top Ikura rolls. I do know the story, but forgot the recipe.
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Oops… hadn’t read this one when I asked if you were going to prepare the recipe. Surely someone in Florida has prickly pear cactus. They are called nopales here. Wish I could send you some. You must chronicle your process if you do make it.
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I can’t promise that I would run naked into the fields, though…
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I think such actions are best left relegated to our youth.
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Nah… No fields around.
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Is there is anything better than this: two lover/loving poets caring enough to to deeply listen beyond themselves, then pass on the sweet bliss of just-being-ness.
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Ah Glenda. Miss you. When are you coming home?
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