Neighbors with good gardens...Redux

Ummm...so did anyone notice that the text disappeared from this post?

I've been a little bit scattered today. I must have pushed a wrong button at some point this morning. But what I wrote doesn't seem just right anymore.

I just sent this little girl away with her Daddy and three of her sisters. It took a good bit of work to get them launched. I think some cruise ships set sail with less fanfare.

So, I'm re-writing this post. I'm sure this is a huge blogger no-no. But I'm really just making this up as I go along, as we all are.

So, hi.

So, I'll let you know how things are going.

Because, really, that's what I want to do. To let you know how things are going.

And things are going really well so far. I have two big girls home who have waited a long time to have Mommy to themselves. And Mommy is thrilled to deliver.

We ate bad Chinese food, and then all promised each other we will never do that again.
We bought every.single.item on their back-to-school supplies list. (Whole other post necessary.)
We had ice cream and watched The Office on Netflix. (Do you really need the links?)
We read together until one of us was sleepy.

And I really, truly, don't know how I'm going to fill the next few days. Or how we're even going to wake up tomorrow morning with out Anna bouncing about our pillows and kissing us into the day.

I'll let you know.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Friday Happiness

I have a friend, who is away, and encouraged me to tend to her garden, of which I have become covetous.

I have basil, and I have sage.

But I do not have snap peas, and string beans, red lightning and sun globe tomatoes, squash blossoms and marigolds, just for color I suppose.

I do not have it.

I was so glad to go "help". What I did not anticipate was the true joy of doing...of looking and seeing and picking and "don't step on the plants" and "pick it this way, sweetie." and "look what I found!"

The pleasure was mine.

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Other pleasures today?

The new Wilco album, and that song with Laura Feist.

Another supremely good story from the Huffmans.

Jennifer Judd-McGee featured on a new-to-me blog, Upstate Fancy. Besides being happy that Jen is getting the proper attention, I've got me a new phrase to work into a sentence this weekend. As in, "this potato-crust tart isn't quiche-fancy. It's, you know, upstate fancy."

Looks like a beach club night. Better make a run over to Stone Barns, and get me some more of that Swiss chard.

Enjoy the weekend, and I hope you get to pick something fresh, too. Thanks for reading.
tt