cantaloupe dude

Cantaloupe dude is what happens when one fails to listen.

I should have heard the five year old’s urgent requests to try our first home-grown melon.

But I was not listening.

In the background to my own thoughts, I heard some question about cantaloupe.

I think I recall saying we’d carve it later.

Distracted as I was, preparing to turn cucumbers into pickles… while brainstorming a batch of blackberry-rhubarb jam…while considering ways to use crooked neck summer squash… while thinking that I should I be making something for dinner just as soon as the cukes begin soaking…

And then I turned around to find cantaloupe dude staring me down with his silly etched grin.

It’s hard not to laugh when the five-year-old does the things you used to do…the things you still consider doing…if only you paid more attention to the really important things in life.

PS: A bowl of melon can constitute dinner at least once a week…right?

this is why

This is what we saw in Northport

And this is why we spent a week in the one-room-schoolhouse my Grandpa once attended.

Still sorting through the pictures.
It’s going to be another photo-heavy month…

the pits, hah.

At the time, I didn’t read the signs, I just thought the bin of cherry pits was cute (and fitting) in downtown Traverse City. So while I shopped for all things cherry, the girls played in this large bin of pits.

And no, traveling is rarely the pits in my mind. It’s the return…the unpacking…the getting back into a swing of things that makes me think pits.

it was just a lovely evening.

These dried up flowers.

Music in a clearing.

Lanterns by the creek.

Laughter echos off trees.

as I picked weeds

 

weeding the big garden tonight

and trying to remember why I read

that one shouldn’t weed just after it rains.

the weeds come out much more easily this way.

(this, by the way, is the patch we have at my Aunt’s place, in the country.)