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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lucy Lee Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image AL JONES WITH UKELELE &#160; Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery. He was an [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>

Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery.

He was an artist - see one of his pen and ink drawings at the end of my brother’s post on <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2009/05/30/london-in-black-and-white/" target="_blank">London</a>. I have many more of his that are done in the same style.

He was a musician – he accompanied my mother on piano while she played violin. Besides that, he was an accomplished pianist and had a beautiful Welsh voice. He gave up much of his own piano playing time in order to let me practice. The above picture shows him in his teens, playing ukulele. I still have that very same uke.

He was a pastor - a United Methodist minister and still in active ministry when he died. I don’t think that’s the reason I went into the ministry, but it certainly was in my “blood.” His father before him was also a pastor, in true “circuit rider” tradition, shown here with his horse and saddlebags heading out to preach.

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M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

And he was a jokester. One of the many practical jokes he played on some of the old ladies in the church was with a woman who was always picking lint off the shoulder of his suit. One Sunday, he put a spool of thread in his pocket and fixed one end of the thread on his sleeve. Sure enough, she started to pull the thread off, and it kept coming and coming and coming. I’m not sure it cured her, but we had a laugh over that.

I called him “Daddy,” a truly Southern term of endearment, and since he was from the Deep South (Mississippi), it was an appropriate title for him. 

Here are a few of my gardening projects that he would appreciate. So many of the foods and flowers I grow are ones that are reminiscent of Mississippi –Pole Beans, for example, and so much more.

I would say that at the top of the list I’d find peanuts! I remember these from the home of my Grandpa Jones (above). He always grew the best peanuts right in his front yard. Here are mine just starting to sprout.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3561209693_f97696ffc6_b.jpg"  title="PEANUTS SPROUTING" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3561209693_f97696ffc6.jpg" alt="PEANUTS SPROUTING"/>
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PEANUTS SPROUTING</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3561207755_18e655f9a6_b.jpg"  title="DRYING PEANUTS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3561207755_18e655f9a6.jpg" alt="DRYING PEANUTS"/>
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DRYING PEANUTS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious!

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3561206555_05efff2333_b.jpg"  title="MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3561206555_05efff2333.jpg" alt="MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS"/>
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MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Then of course, there are the figs! The ones in the South were so sweet and juicy. The two I harvested from this little tree last year were just like I remembered. Looks like I’ll get more than two this year.

<center><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3562020910_50a4c5f448_b.jpg"  title="WHITE FIGS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3562020910_50a4c5f448.jpg" alt="WHITE FIGS"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
WHITE FIGS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven't had much luck in growing them here, but I've had a couple blooms show up.

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GARDENIA</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me! 

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<p>&nbsp;</p>

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!

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		<dc:creator>Lucy Lee Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens” in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2008/05/07/mississippi-greens/" target="_blank">Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens”</a> in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing exactly how to cook them to get the best flavor. Check out Hilton's post to see the best way to cook them.

Like Hilton, my favorite greens are a combination of mustard greens and collards. I grow both wherever I can find a spot. I would probably use up every square inch of raised bed for these wonderful greens. Of course, when I grow beets, I’m never sure if I’m growing them for the roots or for the greens. Beet greens run a close second to mustards and collards!

As you can see, the birds like my mustards, too. I don’t have any grass for them to eat, so they enjoy my greens. I made a deal with the birds, however. I told them that I’d let them have 10% of them if they would leave me 90%. So far, they’ve held true to their word, or chirp.

In this photo, the collards are in the back, mustards in front. The mustards grow faster than the collards, so it may be hard to make out the collards.

I think it’s time to cook up a mess of greens and plant more.]]></content:encoded>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image AL JONES WITH UKELELE &#160; Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery. He was an [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
<br/><br/><a href="http://lavalily.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day/">Happy Father&#8217;s Day!</a></p>
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AL JONES WITH UKELELE</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery.

He was an artist - see one of his pen and ink drawings at the end of my brother’s post on <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2009/05/30/london-in-black-and-white/" target="_blank">London</a>. I have many more of his that are done in the same style.

He was a musician – he accompanied my mother on piano while she played violin. Besides that, he was an accomplished pianist and had a beautiful Welsh voice. He gave up much of his own piano playing time in order to let me practice. The above picture shows him in his teens, playing ukulele. I still have that very same uke.

He was a pastor - a United Methodist minister and still in active ministry when he died. I don’t think that’s the reason I went into the ministry, but it certainly was in my “blood.” His father before him was also a pastor, in true “circuit rider” tradition, shown here with his horse and saddlebags heading out to preach.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3561203601_37d2b97f0e_o.jpg"  title="M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3561203601_cb2647f505.jpg" alt="M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER"/>
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M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

And he was a jokester. One of the many practical jokes he played on some of the old ladies in the church was with a woman who was always picking lint off the shoulder of his suit. One Sunday, he put a spool of thread in his pocket and fixed one end of the thread on his sleeve. Sure enough, she started to pull the thread off, and it kept coming and coming and coming. I’m not sure it cured her, but we had a laugh over that.

I called him “Daddy,” a truly Southern term of endearment, and since he was from the Deep South (Mississippi), it was an appropriate title for him. 

Here are a few of my gardening projects that he would appreciate. So many of the foods and flowers I grow are ones that are reminiscent of Mississippi –Pole Beans, for example, and so much more.

I would say that at the top of the list I’d find peanuts! I remember these from the home of my Grandpa Jones (above). He always grew the best peanuts right in his front yard. Here are mine just starting to sprout.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3561209693_f97696ffc6_b.jpg"  title="PEANUTS SPROUTING" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3561209693_f97696ffc6.jpg" alt="PEANUTS SPROUTING"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
PEANUTS SPROUTING</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3561207755_18e655f9a6_b.jpg"  title="DRYING PEANUTS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3561207755_18e655f9a6.jpg" alt="DRYING PEANUTS"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
DRYING PEANUTS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious!

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3561206555_05efff2333_b.jpg"  title="MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3561206555_05efff2333.jpg" alt="MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Then of course, there are the figs! The ones in the South were so sweet and juicy. The two I harvested from this little tree last year were just like I remembered. Looks like I’ll get more than two this year.

<center><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3562020910_50a4c5f448_b.jpg"  title="WHITE FIGS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3562020910_50a4c5f448.jpg" alt="WHITE FIGS"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
WHITE FIGS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven't had much luck in growing them here, but I've had a couple blooms show up.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3561204453_bab3af1f81_b.jpg"  title="GARDENIA" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3561204453_bab3af1f81.jpg" alt="GARDENIA"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
GARDENIA</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me! 

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3562027090_3c4c761371_o.jpg"  title="AL JONES-1964" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3562027090_3c4c761371_o.jpg" alt="AL JONES-1964"/>
<font size="-1"><b>AL JONES-1964</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!

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		<title>Good Old Greens</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lucy Lee Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens” in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
<br/><br/><a href="http://lavalily.com/2009/01/good-old-greens/">Good Old Greens</a></p>
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Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2008/05/07/mississippi-greens/" target="_blank">Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens”</a> in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing exactly how to cook them to get the best flavor. Check out Hilton's post to see the best way to cook them.

Like Hilton, my favorite greens are a combination of mustard greens and collards. I grow both wherever I can find a spot. I would probably use up every square inch of raised bed for these wonderful greens. Of course, when I grow beets, I’m never sure if I’m growing them for the roots or for the greens. Beet greens run a close second to mustards and collards!

As you can see, the birds like my mustards, too. I don’t have any grass for them to eat, so they enjoy my greens. I made a deal with the birds, however. I told them that I’d let them have 10% of them if they would leave me 90%. So far, they’ve held true to their word, or chirp.

In this photo, the collards are in the back, mustards in front. The mustards grow faster than the collards, so it may be hard to make out the collards.

I think it’s time to cook up a mess of greens and plant more.]]></content:encoded>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image AL JONES WITH UKELELE &#160; Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery. He was an [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>

Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery.

He was an artist - see one of his pen and ink drawings at the end of my brother’s post on <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2009/05/30/london-in-black-and-white/" target="_blank">London</a>. I have many more of his that are done in the same style.

He was a musician – he accompanied my mother on piano while she played violin. Besides that, he was an accomplished pianist and had a beautiful Welsh voice. He gave up much of his own piano playing time in order to let me practice. The above picture shows him in his teens, playing ukulele. I still have that very same uke.

He was a pastor - a United Methodist minister and still in active ministry when he died. I don’t think that’s the reason I went into the ministry, but it certainly was in my “blood.” His father before him was also a pastor, in true “circuit rider” tradition, shown here with his horse and saddlebags heading out to preach.

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M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

And he was a jokester. One of the many practical jokes he played on some of the old ladies in the church was with a woman who was always picking lint off the shoulder of his suit. One Sunday, he put a spool of thread in his pocket and fixed one end of the thread on his sleeve. Sure enough, she started to pull the thread off, and it kept coming and coming and coming. I’m not sure it cured her, but we had a laugh over that.

I called him “Daddy,” a truly Southern term of endearment, and since he was from the Deep South (Mississippi), it was an appropriate title for him. 

Here are a few of my gardening projects that he would appreciate. So many of the foods and flowers I grow are ones that are reminiscent of Mississippi –Pole Beans, for example, and so much more.

I would say that at the top of the list I’d find peanuts! I remember these from the home of my Grandpa Jones (above). He always grew the best peanuts right in his front yard. Here are mine just starting to sprout.

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PEANUTS SPROUTING</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

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DRYING PEANUTS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious!

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MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Then of course, there are the figs! The ones in the South were so sweet and juicy. The two I harvested from this little tree last year were just like I remembered. Looks like I’ll get more than two this year.

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WHITE FIGS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven't had much luck in growing them here, but I've had a couple blooms show up.

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GARDENIA</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me! 

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<p>&nbsp;</p>

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!

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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image AL JONES WITH UKELELE &#160; Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery. He was an [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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AL JONES WITH UKELELE</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery.

He was an artist - see one of his pen and ink drawings at the end of my brother’s post on <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2009/05/30/london-in-black-and-white/" target="_blank">London</a>. I have many more of his that are done in the same style.

He was a musician – he accompanied my mother on piano while she played violin. Besides that, he was an accomplished pianist and had a beautiful Welsh voice. He gave up much of his own piano playing time in order to let me practice. The above picture shows him in his teens, playing ukulele. I still have that very same uke.

He was a pastor - a United Methodist minister and still in active ministry when he died. I don’t think that’s the reason I went into the ministry, but it certainly was in my “blood.” His father before him was also a pastor, in true “circuit rider” tradition, shown here with his horse and saddlebags heading out to preach.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3561203601_37d2b97f0e_o.jpg"  title="M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3561203601_cb2647f505.jpg" alt="M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER"/>
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M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

And he was a jokester. One of the many practical jokes he played on some of the old ladies in the church was with a woman who was always picking lint off the shoulder of his suit. One Sunday, he put a spool of thread in his pocket and fixed one end of the thread on his sleeve. Sure enough, she started to pull the thread off, and it kept coming and coming and coming. I’m not sure it cured her, but we had a laugh over that.

I called him “Daddy,” a truly Southern term of endearment, and since he was from the Deep South (Mississippi), it was an appropriate title for him. 

Here are a few of my gardening projects that he would appreciate. So many of the foods and flowers I grow are ones that are reminiscent of Mississippi –Pole Beans, for example, and so much more.

I would say that at the top of the list I’d find peanuts! I remember these from the home of my Grandpa Jones (above). He always grew the best peanuts right in his front yard. Here are mine just starting to sprout.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3561209693_f97696ffc6_b.jpg"  title="PEANUTS SPROUTING" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3561209693_f97696ffc6.jpg" alt="PEANUTS SPROUTING"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
PEANUTS SPROUTING</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3561207755_18e655f9a6_b.jpg"  title="DRYING PEANUTS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3561207755_18e655f9a6.jpg" alt="DRYING PEANUTS"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
DRYING PEANUTS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious!

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3561206555_05efff2333_b.jpg"  title="MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3561206555_05efff2333.jpg" alt="MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Then of course, there are the figs! The ones in the South were so sweet and juicy. The two I harvested from this little tree last year were just like I remembered. Looks like I’ll get more than two this year.

<center><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3562020910_50a4c5f448_b.jpg"  title="WHITE FIGS" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3562020910_50a4c5f448.jpg" alt="WHITE FIGS"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
WHITE FIGS</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven't had much luck in growing them here, but I've had a couple blooms show up.

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3561204453_bab3af1f81_b.jpg"  title="GARDENIA" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3561204453_bab3af1f81.jpg" alt="GARDENIA"/>
<font size="-1"><b>click here for larger image
GARDENIA</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me! 

<center><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3562027090_3c4c761371_o.jpg"  title="AL JONES-1964" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3562027090_3c4c761371_o.jpg" alt="AL JONES-1964"/>
<font size="-1"><b>AL JONES-1964</b></font></a></center>

<p>&nbsp;</p>

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!

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		<dc:creator>Lucy Lee Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens” in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2008/05/07/mississippi-greens/" target="_blank">Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens”</a> in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing exactly how to cook them to get the best flavor. Check out Hilton's post to see the best way to cook them.

Like Hilton, my favorite greens are a combination of mustard greens and collards. I grow both wherever I can find a spot. I would probably use up every square inch of raised bed for these wonderful greens. Of course, when I grow beets, I’m never sure if I’m growing them for the roots or for the greens. Beet greens run a close second to mustards and collards!

As you can see, the birds like my mustards, too. I don’t have any grass for them to eat, so they enjoy my greens. I made a deal with the birds, however. I told them that I’d let them have 10% of them if they would leave me 90%. So far, they’ve held true to their word, or chirp.

In this photo, the collards are in the back, mustards in front. The mustards grow faster than the collards, so it may be hard to make out the collards.

I think it’s time to cook up a mess of greens and plant more.]]></content:encoded>
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		<dc:creator>Lucy Lee Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens” in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2008/05/07/mississippi-greens/" target="_blank">Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens”</a> in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing exactly how to cook them to get the best flavor. Check out Hilton's post to see the best way to cook them.

Like Hilton, my favorite greens are a combination of mustard greens and collards. I grow both wherever I can find a spot. I would probably use up every square inch of raised bed for these wonderful greens. Of course, when I grow beets, I’m never sure if I’m growing them for the roots or for the greens. Beet greens run a close second to mustards and collards!

As you can see, the birds like my mustards, too. I don’t have any grass for them to eat, so they enjoy my greens. I made a deal with the birds, however. I told them that I’d let them have 10% of them if they would leave me 90%. So far, they’ve held true to their word, or chirp.

In this photo, the collards are in the back, mustards in front. The mustards grow faster than the collards, so it may be hard to make out the collards.

I think it’s time to cook up a mess of greens and plant more.]]></content:encoded>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image AL JONES WITH UKELELE &#160; Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery. He was an [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>

Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery.

He was an artist - see one of his pen and ink drawings at the end of my brother’s post on <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2009/05/30/london-in-black-and-white/" target="_blank">London</a>. I have many more of his that are done in the same style.

He was a musician – he accompanied my mother on piano while she played violin. Besides that, he was an accomplished pianist and had a beautiful Welsh voice. He gave up much of his own piano playing time in order to let me practice. The above picture shows him in his teens, playing ukulele. I still have that very same uke.

He was a pastor - a United Methodist minister and still in active ministry when he died. I don’t think that’s the reason I went into the ministry, but it certainly was in my “blood.” His father before him was also a pastor, in true “circuit rider” tradition, shown here with his horse and saddlebags heading out to preach.

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And he was a jokester. One of the many practical jokes he played on some of the old ladies in the church was with a woman who was always picking lint off the shoulder of his suit. One Sunday, he put a spool of thread in his pocket and fixed one end of the thread on his sleeve. Sure enough, she started to pull the thread off, and it kept coming and coming and coming. I’m not sure it cured her, but we had a laugh over that.

I called him “Daddy,” a truly Southern term of endearment, and since he was from the Deep South (Mississippi), it was an appropriate title for him. 

Here are a few of my gardening projects that he would appreciate. So many of the foods and flowers I grow are ones that are reminiscent of Mississippi –Pole Beans, for example, and so much more.

I would say that at the top of the list I’d find peanuts! I remember these from the home of my Grandpa Jones (above). He always grew the best peanuts right in his front yard. Here are mine just starting to sprout.

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In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

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I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious!

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Then of course, there are the figs! The ones in the South were so sweet and juicy. The two I harvested from this little tree last year were just like I remembered. Looks like I’ll get more than two this year.

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I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven't had much luck in growing them here, but I've had a couple blooms show up.

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<p>&nbsp;</p>

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me! 

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Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!

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		<title>Good Old Greens</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 15:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lucy Lee Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[click here for larger image MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens” in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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Yes, I grew up on collards and mustard greens. My father was a Mississippi boy, and I attended college in Jackson, Mississippi. My brother, Hilton, wrote about our <a href="http://inkwatu.com/2008/05/07/mississippi-greens/" target="_blank">Cuzn Don’s “mess of greens”</a> in his blog back in May, 2008. I think we all grew up knowing exactly how to cook them to get the best flavor. Check out Hilton's post to see the best way to cook them.

Like Hilton, my favorite greens are a combination of mustard greens and collards. I grow both wherever I can find a spot. I would probably use up every square inch of raised bed for these wonderful greens. Of course, when I grow beets, I’m never sure if I’m growing them for the roots or for the greens. Beet greens run a close second to mustards and collards!

As you can see, the birds like my mustards, too. I don’t have any grass for them to eat, so they enjoy my greens. I made a deal with the birds, however. I told them that I’d let them have 10% of them if they would leave me 90%. So far, they’ve held true to their word, or chirp.

In this photo, the collards are in the back, mustards in front. The mustards grow faster than the collards, so it may be hard to make out the collards.

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		<title>Comfortable Beds for Veggies</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 01:23:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lucy Lee Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some plants seem to do well by moving the lava rocks, dumping in soil, and putting in a rooted cutting. For regular garden vegetables, however, this method doesn't work. The only way to have veggies is to build raised beds. There are many advantages to raised beds, and especially when you are dealing with a [...]<p><center><a href="http://lavalily.com/">visit the LAVALILY website<br>to follow on twitter or facebook<br>and to discover other interesting links</a>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmJwTHpE6I/AAAAAAAACEA/R8zYAPO_hFY/s1600-h/Fresh+beets+etc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmJwTHpE6I/AAAAAAAACEA/R8zYAPO_hFY/s400/Fresh+beets+etc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217853106144482210" border="0" /></a>
<p class="MsoNormal">Some plants seem to do well by moving the lava rocks, dumping in soil, and putting in a rooted cutting. For regular garden vegetables, however, this method doesn't work. </p>  <p class="MsoNormal">The only way to have veggies is to build raised beds. There are many advantages to raised beds, and especially when you are dealing with a yard of lava. With the help of a friend, I built several small beds.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmJ74X-72I/AAAAAAAACEI/tpa0m4Az2tM/s1600-h/raised+beds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmJ74X-72I/AAAAAAAACEI/tpa0m4Az2tM/s400/raised+beds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217853305123696482" border="0" /></a></p>     <p class="MsoNormal">Local friends have a piggery nearby, and they have been helping me out with their dump truck full of cured "pig dirt." Their real soil, added to the natural by-product of pigs, mixed in with my compost material, creates rich soil. I wish I could cover my whole acre with it! It doesn't look as big in the picture as it really is (next picture). I'd already used a lot of it before I took this shot.
</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmS-Nr0LEI/AAAAAAAACEg/KgxI6sAL68Q/s1600-h/pile+of+pig+dirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmS-Nr0LEI/AAAAAAAACEg/KgxI6sAL68Q/s400/pile+of+pig+dirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217863240808410178" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Gradually, I shoveled buckets of it into the beds with visions of fresh veggies floating through my brain. I'd been hungry for beets, so that was the first thing I planted. They looked so pretty growing in their rows.</p>  <p class="MsoNormal">The first picture above shows my first harvest of little beets (the other produce there is <i style="">not</i> from my garden). I cooked up the greens first, because they don't last very long once they're picked. I've eaten all the beets now, so it's time to plant more.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmKLrgY0GI/AAAAAAAACEQ/233rsKSIDa4/s1600-h/beets-12-24-07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmKLrgY0GI/AAAAAAAACEQ/233rsKSIDa4/s400/beets-12-24-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217853576547192930" border="0" /></a></p>    <p class="MsoNormal">I also picked a mess of collards and mustards from the small beds. For just one person, the small beds are ample.</p>  <p class="MsoNormal">This past week, the same friend helped me build a larger bed out by the shed. We bought 4X4 lumber on sale at Lowe's and created this 8'X4' bed. I put cedar mulch in the bottom to keep the soil from dropping down into the lava too quickly, and now I've started to shovel in more "pig dirt." As soon as it's full of soil, I'll plant more veggies.</p>  <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmKwjo5QbI/AAAAAAAACEY/pd_soscByp8/s1600-h/new+raised+bed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmKwjo5QbI/AAAAAAAACEY/pd_soscByp8/s400/new+raised+bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217854210090549682" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">  </p><p class="MsoNormal">I'll build a few more of these larger beds. As you can see, it will take a lot of buckets before I fill this bed! This represents only three buckets of "pig dirt."
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmTZDK9LKI/AAAAAAAACEo/8RY2PNIwkwE/s1600-h/3+buckets+of+soil+added.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AT36MhY2aMY/SGmTZDK9LKI/AAAAAAAACEo/8RY2PNIwkwE/s400/3+buckets+of+soil+added.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217863701842701474" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">I can hardly wait to show you pictures of the new veggies that will be growing here. So far, the wild local mouflin sheep haven't decided to eat my produce before I do.</p>
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