Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Persistence of mother love searching out haven beneath blackberry bush and propane tank to give birth to four new farm cats with healthy eyes and sweet dispositions.
Volunteer cantaloupe, everything I need to make eggplant parmesan for Bekah's visit, the last few green beans before they dry out under invasion of grasshopper, the close of the season.
(One day I will document this in more detail.) Recycled Barbie house created by Aunt Dottie and Grandma and Grandpa Smith. I've had it over 25 years now. All handmade clothes. We've been playing a lot. Nora's egg is nearby.
Mud pie daughter with muddy nose names her Puss n' Boots.
What your fingers should look like if the blackberries are ripe. You should see the knees of my jeans. I accidentally kneeled on a cluster of fruit reaching for a kitten. Purple jeans are nice.
Okay: so when I found the kittens, I called for Nora who was busy with mud pies. She ran over and sat on my lap as she held the kitten. Her swimsuit was wet, so when she got up, I had a wet spot on the front of my jeans. Not thinking twice about it, I walked out a few minutes later to hand Lynn a bag of cucumbers, blackberries and a few of the things I've canned. There was a funny look on his face, and I realized it looked like...well, he was very polite and didn't say anything. For awhile, I thought about calling him and explaining, but then I thought my wanting to explain would be a sure sign that it was in fact "an accident." So, I'll just let it be. You know, at the end of the day, I'm covered in so many different things, I didn't even think twice about wet jeans. I suppose it's good to be embarrassed every once in awhile, yeah?