The snail's on the thorn, and the rest of the poem. The lark's on the wing, the butter's on the toast, whatever it is
Yesterday was action packed, three visits from Gary involving collard greens and blueberries, ending in some greens and cooking water in my freezer for future soup, and berries in the fridge.
His doctor is working with him on his diet, and he's started cooking and eating leafy greens and eating blueberries. Up to a point. He knows I hate waste and asked if I could help with the greens surplus. He overreached a little in his capacity to abandon TV dinners. Or at least to add in greens.
The first time he stopped in, I was taking roast chicken and french fries out of the oven. So much for my big talk about leafy greens..
He may rarely cook but he has beautiful cookware. Definitely shows up my dented old stuff.
Handsome Son visited, tea, chocolate dipped cookies, date and nut bread, then we did all kinds of condo related paperwork, and he helped me change the warm winter door curtain for the summer canvas heat-blocking one.
I walked in the evening, one of the most beautiful June evenings, the kind to remember, evening sun slanting across the trees
Further on, rabbits out dining
Until they spot me, then they're off.
About my paintings, two thoughts: you may admire, say oh I can't do that. And I'll look modest and say, ah, twere nothin. Or you'll look and say, heck I can do better than that! And proceed to do so. And I'll look sneaky, because that's the other bit of the agenda.
It's for anyone to try.
Happy day everyone, paint on, eat your greens, support the good guys, vote out the black hats.
