Thursday, July 30, 2009

Drizzle

I actually hope it drizzles all day. It's about time Mother Nature holds up her end of the garden-watering deal. What an odd summer we're having. Maybe it's an extended spring and it'll be warm in October?

Thanks, Jennifer, I like the slipper piece too. Have you tried writing to the art calender? Maybe that would feel less restrictive. I'm bringing some postcards tonight for us to play with so you can give that a try. I did notice that we have another follower. That's exciting. See you later--with smiles on.

July 30--Nikolai Mikhailovich Bykovsky, Girl Peeling Berries. Lily felt like God was punishing her, her personally, by making cloud berries grow in their little paper jackets. She loved cloud berries on her cake, sweet and red, dripping down to pool on the plate, but she hated peeling them. She sat for house during berry season transferring the berries from one bowl, unpeeled, into another bowl, peeled, one at a time. Her feet didn't reach the floor so her legs got numb and her fingers cramped and got blisters long before the berries disappeared back into the kitchen to become sauce for her cake and jam for her toast.

Not much, but I like it.
--Barbara

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