Then I gave it to Simon to play with.
If I held it up to the top of
I love, love, love, love them!!
When she has updated her website
I will have links available if
you guys want to have new farm logos too!
Very, very reasonable or I wouldn't have
been able to get them done at all.
Let me know if you love them too!!!
Oh and we walked through the house that
goes with the wonderful gardens.
Termites have eaten everything that is not brick,
even to the point that in the downstairs hallway
I had to cling to the wall like Spiderman
inching along a tiny ledge of flooring that
was more or less secure.
The rest of the floor slanted away
and down, down, down.
The place would have to be gutted completely and redone.
And he still wants more than we could afford
especially since we would have to rebuild it
completely on the inside.
Of course, it would be worth a fortune
when we were done.
But we are still looking into it
and I do have permission to
be in the gardens anytime that I want.
That is better than nothing!!!
And we have a peach tree!!
This was a twig sticking out of the ground when we bought
the place. We have mowed it down continously
every summer since then.
This year it got big enough that we could see what it was.
Woo Hoo.. a peach tree and it just happens
to be in the perfect spot too!! What a trooper.
Bumble on comfrey.
I have a story.
It does not cast me in a good light
and it is a painful tale.
Last year while weeding a garden..
son: ' Mom, you are sitting on a bee."
me: 'Son, if I was sitting on a bee I think I would know it."
son: 'Mom! You are sitting on a bee!"
So muttering about my crazy child I stand up to prove him wrong.
What do you know? I was sitting on a bee. A bumblebee.
That was promptly trapped deep between my ample cheeks.
It stung me most fiercely to show its displeasure.
I am here to tell you.. if you have never been stung
in your holiest of holies, your nether regions.. you just don't
know how spectacular pain can be.
son: 'I TOLD you you were sitting on a bee'
and walks away shaking his head in disgust
at my stubborness.
The jumping. The spreading of the cheeks.
The screaming. The cursing. Not pretty.
The ow-iness. The itching..oh, the itching...
Don't sit on bumble bees.
I have a deep respect for the humble bumble now.