There is so much goodness…
that belongs only to summer…
that it must be gathered with care…
and sipped…
so slowly…
that not one…
precious…
moment…
slips by…
unnoticed…
or unappreciated.
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Week 24 Food Storage Prompt: 10 lbs. Powdered Milk
Don’t Look Nowww…
But we…have…a…crawler…
Stationary is no longer good enough.
Now when she sees something pretty…
that before…she could only look at…
and long for…
from afar…
it is magically within her reach…
within seconds.
Perhaps a name change is in order here, because…
overnight, Baby “Chomp” has transformed into…
the “Flash.”
And we’re keeping her.
The County Fair
We found another one…
a County Fair, that is…
complete with a cow girl on a horse showing us where to park…
lovely Elsie and Bossy the cows…
and sleek, sleepy sheep.
Say that three times really fast…I dare you.
I found a small smackeral of trimmed wool on the ground and I needed it.
Baby Chompy wanted to play the rubber duck game…and she won…
an amazingly cool stuffed wolf.
We saw a pink tractor…
and an oddly groomed llama.
We ate fair food…
saw blue ribbon vegetables…
gorgeous quilts…
beautiful preserves…
and amazing artwork.
Oooooh—slow down summer…
we aren’t finished with you yet.
Recycled Thought Process…
When you look at a typical pile of cast off clothing, it’s likely you have the same conversation going on in your head that a lot of us do.
“Can someone else wear that?”
“Should I just donate it to DI or Good Will?”
“Is it unwearable?”
“Should we throw it away?”
But lately–since my beloved sewing machine has made it’s way home, every too-short shirt and badly fitting sweater has begun morphing in my mind–to something…
more.
Suddenly, I’m seeing the dreaded, disturbing collection as a fabulous store of potential—spread out in front of me…
waiting to see what’s next for them in the universal “repurpose” life plan…
My head seems filled with 10,000 little sticky notes…
giving a new direction to something old or torn or droopy or faded or just plain ugly.
It feels good to recycle paper and plastic and unplug the cell phone charger and turn out the lights and use less water and sew pretty handbags out of evil plastic sacks and make things we need right now out of things we thought we were finished with.
This all may seem like tiny drops in the big, huge world bucket—but doing something always beats doing nothing. So, because we honestly really love this place, this pretty, little planet…we choose something…
and it feels very right.
Take Me Home…
When you wake 3 babies and 7 grown-ups at 4 am to catch a shuttle at 5…
so you can get to the airport at 6:30 to stand in line until 8…
to catch the 9am flight back home…
there really should be an agreement of some sort…
that they will not, under any circumstances, delay the flight–
for two and a half hours.
But there isn’t.
So they did.
And the whole building found out the real meaning of the words, “sweet tempered babies” and “darn good sports.”
Till finally, finally they pointed us westward…
grateful that they got that wing screwed back on…
so that we could fly, and fly, and fly safely back…
to our little home…
in the mountains.
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Week 21 Food Storage Prompt: 10 lbs. Powdered Milk