This is so me. I even take to the hat although I believe that my head is too large for one. Everything here speaks to my love for gardening and art. I'm often amazed by some of the mail that comes to stay. How do you know me so well? Thank you, dear Anna. I save apple seeds like I'm planning an orchard. I buy lovely-wonderful magazines that teach me how to train espaliers. I wince and wish in the same breath. I want apple trees to spread out against my fence. I want them to rub shoulders with at least one pear tree, two lemon and a lime. I'd grow an orange tree too, if I could. Anna turned me on to orange marmalade. How could I have missed out on such goodness all my life? Okay, I know how. I just cannot abide preserves. Ick! I had a strawberry milkshake this afternoon. Could not chew those berries for anything, so I swallowed the bits of fruit. What matters is that I do like marmalade now.
I apologize for the poor scan quality but nothing detracts from the cuteness factor here. I tilt Jackie's creation just to get the eyes to move. I showed it off in Archiver's yesterday and let me tell you, it was a hit. Birds are some of the cutest little things, don't you think? Thank you, Jackie, with you talented self. You make me grin. :D
Just look at this. Bikes! Bikes, apples and ale? No. Bikes, apples and pomegranate soda! I imagine a loaf of bread is wrapped in the red towel. Could even be a nice avocado and cheese sandwich, with lettuce and tomato. My imagination runs free with pictures like this. Goodness! It's a Hallmark. Angela, you do find great cards. Thank you! It reflects my kind of day.
See? I got this on the day of the cricket game. I have a thing for wood and barb wire, rust and wonder. Can you imagine me on that blue bike, cycling down my favorite blacktop? I wonder who I'd invite to share that sandwich, sodas, and apples with. We'd have to ride far to find a spot to spread out quilt away from fire ants. I gotta tell you! It's so hot in Katy the fire ants in our backyard burrowed down to their summer homes to escape the heat. Mail comes later in the day. Tar seeps to the surface of sidewalks and parking lots. Armadillos are stripping! It's hot here, y'all. I want to be like Wilson next door, and strip down to a spandex swimsuit, turn on the sprinkler and have some fun. I'd drink lime Kool-Aid slush until I got brain freeze, run Hell-bent across the grass, and scream like I'm free! Free from restraint, caution, and Texas heat! Then I'd write and tell you all about it.