food, crochet, merriment
Mama told Lily, “It’s time to go,” which usually means–tidy the toys, find your shoes, get your hat and head for the door.
This is what we got…
Ready to go—
Applause please…
Didn’t have the heart to tell her that her shoes were on the wrong feet! ha ha
Week #12 Food Storage Prompt: 4 cans mushroom soup
since I’ve seen my cute boy…
as of today–June 4, 2009.
He is happy and safe and learning Russian as well as Lithuanian and fumigating his apartment for fleas, and loving it all.
He met a man who introduced himself by saying, “Hello, my name is Jesus.”
Without missing a beat, Dane answered, ” Nice to meet you. How can we help you?”
Sheesh–I miss that boy.
I’ll just have to walk around saying, “One year left…one year left…one year left.”
Tick…tick…tick. The countdown begins…
The chanting does help.
I am brave…I am brave…I am brave.
I am trying…
*****
Read Jillian’s “Walking On Sunshine“” post about her brother.
We finally, FINALLY put our cute little garden in last week and just sat back to cross our fingers.
tomatoes
garlic
peas
ornamental white mini pumpkin
ornamental regular mini pumpkin
regular big pumpkin–ok, we’re pumpkin freaks here. I know.
cucumbers
Bless their seedy-planty little hearts—they are growing! For those of you who are thinking, “DUH-what did you expect?” I’d say–whenever we bury a little seed or plant into the ground and it really actually grows–isn’t is still a wonder?
peppers
radishes
Oh, I’m just so proud of you– you cute little radishes!Tell the truth–when you plant a package of seeds don’t you go check every morning to see if something is poking it’s head up out of the dirt yet? And when you find some brave little sprout…aren’t you so excited and happy and…well….isn’t it just SO COOL?
Ok, I’m done.
My seed-dirt-plant-sprout worship session is over.
“Thanks for noticing me,” and my baby garden.
When a couple of sweet…
whirl-windy babies…
can have all the pretty toys…
and books…
and stuff in the world…
why is it that in the end, they still opt…
to…play…with…the…box?
Sheesh.
We could save a ton of money here.
There is a ton of color in our yard these days. Most of it is coming from the rose bushes that are everywhere. They remind me…
When I was a little girl, my dad took the family to the Tournament of Roses Parade. It was a pretty big deal. However, in order to get a real spot on the curb to watch the whole thing we had to stake out a chunk of space on the sidewalk in down town Pasadena. It was so strange to be sleeping outside with a million other people—on the pavement. Uncomfortable and awkward–but exciting at the same time.
I remember there were some scary looking hippies—sorry, that’s what we called them back then—who were smoking something when we got there. They played guitars and sang nearly all night. My dad rigged up some kind of Bunsen Burner deal and made hot chocolate for us and shared some to them as well. The smoking stopped immediately because there were “little dudes around.”
My cute dad was always one for heading off any signs of trouble–at the pass–and making friend with everyone. Sometimes it scared my mom half to death–but he felt like being kind and friendly right up front, was the best way to keep us all safe.
As we kids started to fall asleep the singers’ music got softer and more lullaby-like. I vaguely remember a slow, sweet version of Puff the Magic Dragon as I drifted off to sleep. While we slept, some other group of people set up chairs right in front of us, completely blocking our view of the street. We woke to the sound of the “hippies” physically escorting the curb poachers far, far away from our space.
I’m sure it was a wonderful parade–maybe it even had something to do with roses. Sincerely, I can’t remember one speck of it. What I do remember is my dad shaking hands and patting the backs of some new, very different friends. Friends that didn’t look so scary any more.