food, crochet, merriment
Chompy is learning to stay very still and just wait for those little birdies to come. That’s the big girl in her–and she does it well.
Now, if we could just get the two year old in her not to wait till they flock and then smack the window and shout, “BOO!” we’d be good.
*sigh*
One step at a time…
Peaches…again…and for as long as we can get them. Today may just be a jam day. We’ll see.
T-shirt yarn to make some lovely projects with–you’ll see…very soon! :}
Pine cones…they’re everywhere! We gather them up and do our noble best to save them as fire-starters–but they just keep coming back. Do you suppose they grow up from the concrete?
Firewood—since that mighty wind came along and huffed and puffed and blew the fence down. Thank goodness for the strong and sturdy fellows that gathered and stacked it all.
Blueberries…by the busload, whipped into so many lovely things–stay tuned.
Pretty girls with watering cans to help our thirsty garden. Tomatoes are still sleeping–what is going ON?
Finger puppets from WeeKnit–and we haven’t even gotten out our Halloween and Christmas ones yet! HA! Obsessive you say? I haven’t begun to be obsessive…yet! :}
Blue Jays–you know, the huge, bossy, squawking kind that chase all the other birds away and fill their mouths up with sunflower seeds and fly away somewhere else to shell and eat them. Silly things.
The tail end of our gorgeous summer flowers–showing off, I suppose, one last time before they sleep for a while.
What about you on this lovely day–what do YOU have an abundance of?
Remember those peaches from the Farmer’s Market?
That whole box that we brought home to make six hundred million jars of jam and three hundred pies with?
Well…
something…
happened.
Houston, we have a problem.
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I imagine that you know by now that we–our whole family–has quite a thing for Farmer’s Markets. We positively LOVE them.
This is the peach guy–a personal favorite of mine…see that box on the end there? Oh, it’s on my table right this minute.
And the tie-dye lady was wonderful–all those beautiful colors. I needed a picture of that pink and purple thingy–so I could remember it…always.
We got Chompy a pretty little dress from there and she was very excited to NOT show it to anyone.
Miss Lily got her face painted…
with a perfect Rapunzel crown.
And the honey girl gave us samples of her Pumpkin Flower Honey…so we needed that too. WHAT?
There was a cantaloupe lady, a garlic dude, and a bread man but I was too busy staring at everything to get a picture of it all.
The little folks had a perfect ride in a real (ahem) covered wagon.
I fell in love with the soap lady’s stuff. Honey, Brown Sugar, Rose and even a slice of Coffee soap–which, I hear, will take onion or fish or garlic scent off your hands. Cool.
Asiago Bread—
peaches…
and honey. Can you tell what we’re having for supper?
That is…if we can stay awake long enough.
Being the sturdy mountain woman that I am–I went with Daney-boy to the store–when I should probably have been resting. After all…Lortab makes one a bit sleepy sometimes but the guy did the driving so it was good. ANYway, we found this adorable little egg pan that seemed just perfect for making Bagel breakfast sandwiches. So, of course we bought it.
I brought it home and tore the label out of the inside of the pan and proceeded to cook my perfectly round fried eggs. It was just lovely. A wonder to behold.
But then Dane hollered in, “How’s your pan doing? It kinda smells funny.”
I hollered back, “It’s doing fine and no it doesn’t. It smells wonderful, like a beautiful fried egg.”
Just then, there was a puff of smoke and a tiny flame shot out from under my cute little egg pan. What the…?
How was I suppose to know that there was another label UNDER the pan? Huh?!
One label is certainly enough. Two is just silly…and I can’t possibly be the only person who thinks so…or who nearly set the kitchen on fire as a result. Sheesh.
Over-achieving label-maker-guy-anyway.
The egg–cooked under extreme duress, was still quite tasty despite it’s sordid beginnings.
Is the room is starting to spin?
I’m taking a nap. 😕
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