Scenes from the gardens last little while..And an indoor project AKA seed saving.
I got rid of my envelopes..I did keep some larger ones for seeds that I have in abundance(marigolds..dill)..
Les journées se suivent mais ne se ressemblent pas.
Du soleil..de la pluie.. Sun..rain..
Gardens seem happy.
I have always felt very lucky to have been brought up in a bilingual home and to have studied both in French and English.
A gift.That I had nothing to do with.Luck..
From nana's house to yours..
Have a very good week.
Did you know that researchers have described cyber bullies..
As..
Having aggressive role models
Lacking empathy
Lacking guilt
Narcissistic
As
Machiavellianism
And having sublinical Psychopathy.
I am so glad I did not have Social Media as a young girl.
The horror stories that come out about people being bullied on SM are..Frightening.
And it is not only about bullying youths..Adults get bullied also.
When I see it happen on SM and I have a voice...I defend the victims.
Unfortunately with Blogger..one can only delete bullying comments.
There should be a way to block.
There should be a way to bring the bully to light.
I think it would give me pleasure to show the face behind the ugly words.
But you know what?
Someone sees you.
He is always watching He is.
All the days different, indeed! You know, yesterday I could not BELIEVE that it was still the Fifth---we were sitting inside a theater-which-serves-lunch, with our little tray tables just fifteen hours or so before, and the strange setting and activity seemed far back in the mist. I HAD had a busy morning before the eleven o'clock chariot full of laughing, talking young ladies retrieved me at our porch, with the gutter-cleaner a day late so as to be here when I wasn't and the expected mower crew right behind. Just getting ready for the outing was a treat---that new pink T and long shorts outfit, with the unaccustomed gum-pink sandals in some rubber unknown to science, a dab of Estee Lauder, and off I was whisked to the SMOOOOTHEST ride with my DDIL at the wheel and a trio of laughing, singing girls and their melodies all the way.
ReplyDeleteThe darkened room with all the colours and sounds and flickers, and the superb cheeseburger and most wonderful crisp fries (nothing on either, nothing to dip in, for I didn't want to risk my new shirt in the dark). It was a heavenly combination, a fabulous crowd, a splendid melee of sound and action and familiar faces on the screen, from the pre-watch I'd had of the original the day before, just to catch on who was who---our watching of the CD together countless times when she was four caught me right up, so I could keep up.
The delightful excitement kept me up WAY late that night, and I took a long time to get to be ME yesterday. This minute I've put a rack of ribs into the oven, to cook and melt into those juices for a couple of hours, and hence be anointed with slathers of Sweet Baby Ray's and to return to the flames for a burnish like a well-loved Camaro.
Potato salad when I'm in the mood, and "baked" beans skillet-simmered with more sauce and golden-brown sugar and a can of "VY-EENIES," sliced into plump pennies like my Mother always served at holidays. Even the Thanksgiving turkey had the obligatory baked beans in its little restaurant pan beside, and the beans and even that same pan await upstairs. Continuity continues the days in the familiar scents and flavours more than almost anything, I think---these old recipes are from the 1940s, when all the potato salad ingredients came from your garden and chicken-run, and a can of Vy-Eenies was a picnic treat, carried right by the crinkly wax-papers of Paminna Cheese sandwiches, and opened cold at the old table for passing around those greasy nuggets of pork what-all to eager fingers.
My day today has been punctuated by the long album of your garden's magic---I look at my only-green where there used to be bloom, and absorb the soothing monotony of the IS of it, with all your own gifts-to-me available on this magical medium, for looking my eyes full any moment at the touch of a key. That's what makes MY Days different, and makes me smile a lot.
Your day sounds perfectly lovely..A tray and a burger and fries..a show and besties.. A new outfit...Sounds amazing to me.Days like that keep me awake until all hours..even an exciting text about family can surge my adrenaline..and then I am a lost cause for Lalaland.Now I feel like potato sald.I bet I make a small one this week..not J's fave..But moi? Love it..Sweet Baby Ray's..one of my very favorites..We carry it also..Yrs ago we had to purchase over the border..I just love it.Haave a great week..PS I still have my mom's bean pot minus the lid :( But I use it always when I make baked beans..
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